Page 69 of Sinister Hearts
“Honestly, no one really knows, still to this day. Just that it’s a stone, with a very big magic source,” Creed replied, waving his fingers in her face mockingly.
“All we know is that it is native to this land—some say an asteroid hit it centuries ago from a parallel universe, others say a witch cursed it. We may never really know.” Pop poured everyone a drink from the wine cellar.
“Someone’s been sending me apparitions for the past few months.” Faye’s word vomit immediately tested the very string holding onto any ounce of sanity I had left.
My patience was worn thin. She knew I couldn’t spank her in front of my father, but she knew damn well this would be cause for punishment later. “You’re telling me this now, Faye?” I gaveher a look that said,I’m going to punish the absolute fuck out of you later.
“Listen, I was going through things that I didn’t understand, not to mention a divorce okay, so fuck me if I wasn’t in a rush to be like,‘Oh yeah. By the way, this dark entity is trying to eat me!’”Faye retorted, throwing daggers at me with her Bambi eyes.
Ryker’s muffled chuckles surfaced in the background, making me want to squeeze the air from his scrawny tattooed neck.
“Someone sent it to her,” Rocky commented, while sipping her red wine from one of Pop’s gauntlets.
“Who the hell would send Faye something evil like this?” I was livid she hadn’t told me this sooner.
“Whomever it is, they’re doing some serious dark witchcraft, meaning they’re powerful and dangerous. Even spell binders have rules to abide by. We call them heretics, and they only sire magic from the darkest parts of the occult,” Rocky said, standing from the round wooden table looking troubled. “They are nearly possessed and high off of the dark surge of power they wield. They go mad, even willing to kill their own kind just to get a tiny taste of power once more. They sire these apparitions in hopes of weakening their victims they wish to feed from, like leeches. The issue with wielding straight from the dark occult, is it can drain you if you abuse it. The dark occult is meant to only be used for last resorts, like war.” Rocky clasped her hands together. All of us just looked at one another across the large round table in heavy silence.
“Whoever these heretic fuck are, do you think they have any connection to the Shedim cult?” I started rubbing my temples, ready to kill every single one of these motherfuckers with a single fucking blink. My shadows began to slither from the fury seeping from my body.
“It’s hard to say, brother. If word’s gotten around that the Seer has claimed her power, that could make a lot of beings feel threatened, even her own kind,” Ryker explained, tapping the table with his pen. I wanted to take it and use it to stab whoever the fuck was trying to hurt my family.
“The timing can’t be a coincidence,” Faye said in distress, looking over the old heavy vintage grimoire. “Ma told me in the letter that my father didn’t leave us because he wanted to; the realms think I’m dead.” Faye gulped. “Or, they did.”
My little witch was so overwhelmed. I realized we haven’t really had a minute to be alone in a while. It was an excruciating few days, watching Faye drown in her worry and grief. I missed her lively scent on me desperately. I was done watching my little light cry, and it not being over my cock. Those tears were the only exception. I needed to be alone and speak with her. I could sense her anxiousness, her panic was brewing like a deadly hurricane only I could weather. I knew every detonation button and sweet spot, and the way she tried to seem aloof when I knew she was secretly stirring inside, waiting to burst out of her very own skin.
My girl needed to be sinfully relieved, her deprivation making me parched for her sweet nectar. She needed me to fuck the pain and grief right out of her. Faye was no saint. She was always craving more out of life, she’s adventurous and curious. But the thing about Faye is, sex with her wasn’t just about a climax, it was about liberation and release. My cock hardened in my jeans. Faye grew more silent in the corner, and I sensed her agony.
“Everyone out, now!”
Everyone became silent, reading the room as they stood from their seats and began walking out without a word.
Faye stood up, attempting to close the farm door.
“Not you, baby girl, you come here.” I pointed to my lap.
I watched her olive cheeks flush like pink rose petals. Faye sat on my throbbing length as she rubbed her ass on me, knowing exactly what she was doing. I knew my girl needed to be ravished by Death.
“A penny for your thoughts,” I whispered into her neck. I grabbed her hair and laid it to the opposite side of her shoulder so I could gently touch her neck and feel her pulse rise, her body speaking to me in sensual movements. “Talk to me…”
My mother saved Birdie, and I promised I wouldn’t let her death be in vain. All of them would pay in blood, one way or another. The soul I was tethered to was ripped away from me. My mother, my anchor. The heaviness I felt, the hopelessness, it chained me like a heavy anchor.
“She is all I had, Jax. She’s gone. She’s never coming back. I want them all dead. Every. Single. One of them.” I let the griefencapsulate itself into a burning vengeance that recoiled in my veins.
“Be careful what you wish for. I can make that come true. The Reaper doesn’t discriminate when it comes to a tainted soul. I would be glad for the feast.” Jax rubbed my back as I let my grief weigh heavy on my anchor once more.
“Why do you speak of your Grim as if it’s someone else?” I turned to face him in his lap, feeling his growing length underneath my dress. I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me senseless, until I couldn’t feel anything anymore.
“The Reaper is a different being all on its own, little witch. When the Reaper takes over, I am no longer in control, the Grim is. The Reaper is dangerous, Faye, a soldier of Odin. It’s an entity that takes over. Our shadows are no longer hiding from plain sight. The Reaper only wants one thing, and that’s a soul, no matter the cost. If we smell the wickedness or the evil inside you, we will devour you whole, leaving you a soulless empty shell, and we feel no mercy. Once we look a dark soul in the eyes, their flesh is only but a layer we rip it from. We are the soldiers of Odin and we come to collect.” I watched Jaxon’s eyes turn black and hollow as his shadows wrapped around my neck. I could feel a pool of pleasure pulling to my thong.
“So you’ve never been with anyone in your Grim form?” I asked, rubbing my hands on his thick forearm.
“No, I have not,” he replied. “Use your words, baby girl, take from me what you want. I’m yours. If you want my cock, use that pretty little mouth to command me. Let me wrap you up in sin. A sin so sweet not even the gods could deny our love.” Jax’s eyes beamed with seduction and lust.
I needed him inside me. Without another word, I sank my warm tongue into his mouth and claimed him deeply. “You still want me even though I am a divorced Seer freak, who has acultist as a baby daddy?” I laughed over my own words, feeling my skin flush with a need to be taken with no mercy.
“I loved you then, I love you now, I will love you always,” he whispered against my mouth, kissing me slowly.
“I don’t even know who I am anymore, Jax.”
