Page 70 of All Hallows Game

“Goddamn, Cat,” I breathed, shaky. “Turn around, I need to kiss my girl.”

She delicately slid my cock from her pussy, frowning at the cum that dripped down her inner thigh. I bit back a groan, mesmerised by the sight until she turned and caught my face between her hands.

“You’re insane,” she said, all softness and love. “And I’m gonna be pissed at you for days about that surprise exhibition you just put on. But fuck, I love you.”

“Fuck, I love you, too, my universe,” I sighed, drawing her body against mine and meeting her mouth, every press of our lips a surrender. I didn’t stop kissing her for long, long minutes, trailing kisses up and down her throat whenever she was forced to breathe, returning for deep kisses, drowning myself in her.

“Are they still watching?” she whispered, her lips finding the underside of my jaw, her body as relaxed and thoroughly pleasured as mine.

I lifted my head, giving her better access at the same time I cast a smug look over the city below. “There’s an even bigger crowd than before. Word must have spread about the show.”

She groaned, sinking her teeth into me. I’d been semi-hard for minutes, but the bite had me ready for round two. I stared down at the domain, at the spirits pressed up against the walls, greedy for a glimpse of my girl, or even of me. I grinned.

“Get on your knees, my universe,” I said, knotting my fingers in her hair. “Show them all how well you clean the cum from my cock.”

The look she threw me was pure obstinance, like a wilful cat who didn’t realise she could be tamed with catnip. And my girl’s catnip was cock. She couldn’t hide the flicker of excitement that passed through her eyes. I might have missed her orgasm because the world was shattering around me, but I knew from how heavy and slow her body was that she came hard—she’d realised humiliation could be a powerful aphrodisiac. She didn’t like to be on display, but the whole fucking world would watch her take my cock by the time I was finished with her.

The sight of her scowling, murder in her beautiful grey eyes as she sank to her knees before me, made my cock jump, a bead of precum already on the tip, my length slick with our combined release.

“There’s something fucked up in your head,” she muttered when I tightened my grip on her hair, guiding her mouth to my cock.

“It matches the fucked up thing in your head,” I quipped, throwing my head back with a groan when her hot mouth slid along the underside of my dick. I kept my eyes on the crowd, kept the smile on my face so every time my girl glanced up, she saw it. “Can you taste yourself on my dick?”

Her face flushed scarlet. “Yes,” she muttered, pausing.

I used my grip on her hair to slide her along my cock, smearing our cum all over her beautiful face. “Mouth open. Let’s show our audience how prettily you squirm when I fuck your throat.”

She stared up at me, wide-eyed, a bead of cum on her bottom lip, like I couldn’t be serious.

Deadly fucking serious, my universe.

Deadly.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

CAT

Misery took me three more times against that fucking window, each time rougher, harder, and sexier. He had to carry me down the hallway to his bed, had to place me delicately beneath the covers. I sure as fuck couldn’t do it myself.

“God, yeah, drip all over my sheets,” he groaned, staring between my splayed legs like I’d bewitched him. He made some passing comment about Tor and Death being on the edge of the realm, investigating an anomaly, unable to clean me up, so he did it himself. With his tongue. Swirling, stroking deep, catching every last drop.

I just laid there and enjoyed the soft care of his mouth until he guided my legs closed, lying beside me, pulling me into the safety of his arms. At some point the sun had set, the day lost to sex.1

Tomorrow, I’d come up with a new plan for dealing with Nightmare, Tonight, I couldn’t even remember her name.

“My beautiful girl, my whole universe,” Miz murmured against my neck, laying kisses there. I needed a shower, but it was all the way over there and I couldn’t move. At least we were both sweaty and hot.

“Mine,” I mumbled, lacing my fingers with his where they rested on my belly.

“Yours until the end of time,” he swore, kissing a bite he’d left on my throat, then the mark he’d sucked on my shoulder, then the bruise he’d made on my jaw, soothing me all the way to sleep.

“This is rude,” I muttered, slitting an eye open when I was scooped out of the warmth of the bed and carried into cold air. I half thought Miz had found a balcony to fuck me on, but it was burnt sugar that wrapped around my senses, making me sigh as I snuggled into Death’s arms.

I stubbornly held on when he tried to deposit me in the shower, rewarded with a soft laugh that made me warm all over.

“Alright, little one,” he murmured, lips feathering a kiss over my temple. “I can wash you without putting you down.”

“I’m not waking up,” I said sullenly, keeping my eyes closed, my face pressed to the slope of his shoulder. Warm water sprayed down over us, drumming muscles that protested after being contorted in fuck knows how many positions yesterday.

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