Page 65 of Destined to the Reaper

I wanted—needed—to be one with her. Silencing the burning urge twisting my insides, I licked and sucked on her little nub with the voracity of a starving man. My fingers dipped within her slit, quickly setting a fast pace as I impatiently stretched her to receive me. Her essence gushed all over my fingers, testifying to her own fierce arousal.

Her moans and the way her hips gyrated as I feasted on her heralded her imminent climax. As I needed her to fall apart soon before I lost control, I further accelerated the movement of my hand making love to her. Crooking my fingers, I frantically rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves until she finally cried out, her legs shaking around my face.

Under normal circumstances, I would pursue my ministrations to keep her flying high longer, but my lust for her had me on the verge of losing my mind. I reluctantly pushed away, settling on my knees between her thighs.

Nine hells, she looked stunning!

Hair splayed around the mattress, her eyes darkened by lust, lips swollen by my kiss, she was looking at me, her gorgeous face dissolved in an air of pure bliss. Her leather vest was partially open from her trying to detach it while I had been devouring her. It made the portrait even more sexy to have her lower half completely bare, her legs spread wide and her petals glistening with her essence from the pleasure I’d given her.

I nearly ripped off my belt before tossing it aside. In my urgency, I didn’t bother undoing the buttons of my trousers and simply tore them right off then lowered the waist enough to free my throbbing cock. Without delay, I pushed myself inside my Kali’s welcoming heat and crushed her lips in a possessive kiss. Despite her body’s initial resistance, I thrust forward with increasing force, spurred on by my woman clinging to me and lifting her pelvis to meet me.

A deep growl vibrated through my chest when her inner walls yielded at last. It had only taken a few seconds, but the rabid hunger clawing at me made it seem like an eternity.

I didn’t give her time to adjust to me and immediately set a punishing pace. Kali’s throaty moans in my ears as she writhed beneath me sent me over the edge. I pounded into her, an inferno raging in my loins as she squeezed my cock from all sides in a greedy caress that drove me insane with lust.

I couldn’t get enough of her or get close enough to my woman. I wanted to touch, caress, kiss every inch of her even as I lost myself in her burning core. But the wretched clothes we still wore cheated me out of it. The distant sound of tearing fabric barely registered in my mind. It was only once I felt the searing heat of her feverish skin against mine that I realized I had shredded her top to pieces.

I took her hard and deep, my head spinning from a whirlwind of sensations overwhelming me. For so long I had ached for the true feel of her, of our bodies coming as one, not just the dimmed coupling in my ethereal form. Liquid flames coursed through my veins as she met me thrust for thrust, her nails raking the sensitive areas at the base of my wings, sending electric sparks to each of my nerve endings.

She was mine… all mine… for eternity.

My bride’s second climax slammed into her unannounced. She cried out, her back arching, and her nails digging into my flesh in the small of my back. Her inner walls clamped down on my cock, and it was as if lightning struck my spine. A bright light exploded before my eyes, and I roared as I slammed myself deep inside my woman. My seed shot out of me in powerful spurts of liquid ecstasy. Violent spasms shook my body. My skin tingled, and the oddest sensation swelled deep inside me, engulfing my entire being in an ocean of love and adoration.

My mate’s soul…

I embraced her, basking in the infinite love she bore me and reciprocating the one I felt for her. We hadn’t spoken those words to each other yet, but we didn’t need to. Our souls had done it on our behalf. There could be no secret when two beings achieved this perfect level of communion.

Once fully spent, I collapsed on top of her, then swiftly rolled onto my back, drawing her on my chest.

“My Kali, my bride…” I whispered, while brushing aside a lock of damp hair on her forehead. “You are my heart, my everything. I am yours, now and for eternity.”

“As I am yours, now and always. I love you, Pharos.”

“My love,” I whispered, my throat too constricted to speak anymore.

After stripping out of my remaining clothes, we spent the next few hours basking in each other’s love, expressing all that we felt for each other with our words, hands, mouths, bodies, and intertwined souls.

KALI

Saying that I was enjoying my new powers would be the understatement of the century. The regeneration gift Azrael had given me not only healed me in seconds but made me nearly immune to pain. Although it made me a little reckless, I didn’t push my luck as far as my sometimes adventurous side needled me to try. Technically, I would survive a beheading since Pharos owning my soul would keep it fromdeparting, therefore giving my body the time it needed to mend itself.

Still, on that front, I was content with assuming that it would theoretically be the case.

However, it allowed me to take on more challenging mandates than before. I used to make a living by ridding villages and random customers of smaller hauntings and demonic invasions. Now, I could take on far more lethal foes with little risk to myself.

That said, I’d also taken a liking to my new role as a bonesetter. Grievous fractures were quite common both among people and animals. Word of my ability to perfectly stitch back any bone, even help grow back those that had been chopped off or never properly developed during gestation spread far and wide, giving me no small amount of business.

In truth, I didn’t really need to work anymore. As my brother’s sole surviving relative, I received a considerable compensation from Cornelius’s estate getting liquidated after his untimely ‘passing.’ I didn’t quite understand the legalities on how they had pulled off getting official papers drawn up for him and his four apprentices. Although he’d been using Jasper as his zombie driver for the past few years, his official contract still had him labeled as one of four apprentices.

Obviously, when he failed to show up for more than two weeks without communicating with his servants, someone was sent to look for him at Glock Manor. They found the mangled remains of his apprentices, and the even less decipherable corpse of whatever Piers had turned into. As some of Piers’s facial features had been recognizable as he partially shifted back to his old self before he died, they were able to identify him. Since the servants confirmed that Jasper had traveled with the rest of them, they simply assumed his remains had been part of the monstrous fleshy remains they found in the courtyard, whichwere in fact just part of the tentacles Pharos had chopped off during the battle.

Seeing what remained of Cornelius trapped in that eternal torture had the investigators desperately eager to leave that accursed place. The wards themselves sufficed to keep them from coming too close to the necromancer. Countless powerful sorcerers, mages, and conjurers were asked to study the matter to determine if foul play had been involved. The swiftness with which all of them agreed that it was merely the result of an extremely powerful ritual backfiring told me they either feared to anger whatever being had been strong enough to cast such a spell—or rather combination of them—or they hated him enough to protect the culprit.

I suspected it was a mix of both.

No one shed a tear over his demise. To the contrary, many heaved a sigh of relief as the debts or whatever other leverage he held over them like a sword of Damocles had been removed with his death. A few people tried to argue that he was in fact still alive since some kind of soul animated the tortured body crucified to the wall. But with multiple Soul Mages and Necromancers adamantly stating that no true life remained in that shadow of Cornelius, the authorities were more than happy to leave well enough alone.

And with that, Glock Manor became even more of a cursed place feared and avoided by all, just like Hemdell Manor.

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