Page 197 of Caelum

“Tell me to take you to the bed, to make love to you gently,” I rasped, my voice shaking as my control lay around my feet in smithereens.

“I don’t want you to,” she moaned, her ankles crossing so she could dig her heels into my ass.

The second she arched up, my cock slipped into her. Just the tip. I grunted, then groaned as she clenched on the head. I pulled back, needing to see her, needing to look in her eyes to check in and make sure she was okay. That the Succubus was back in charge was a given. She’d take any pain I had to give her and would transform it into lust. Even as I forged a path deep inside her pussy, even as I reached her hymen and, with a thrust of my hips, burrowed into her, she melted around me like molten chocolate.

When she took all of me, shit got weird.

Hot, but fucking weird.

I could feel her drawing on the Sin Eater again, drawing him to the surface like she was a magnet and he was a hunk of metal she needed to reshape. I was accustomed to having the soul at the back of my subconscious. There, ever-present, but just hovering. Eve drew him to the front of my mind, as though I were split in two by the rational half and the part the Sin Eater dominated.

I wasn’t sure if my other souls had disappeared now that she’d done this. We should have asked Dre about what had happened to him, but he’d been quiet, as timid as Dre could be, and considering what had happened to him, and the many dingleberries that kept appearing in our life at the moment, that conversation had been shoved aside.

Dumb, or what? But in our defense, we were working on reaction. Not like in the middle of a warzone, because we could have dealt with that. But with things we had zero knowledge of, thatno onehad any knowledge of.

“Why?” I rasped when she carried on pulling at the Sin Eater. She was making me feel the way the beast did when he drew on the Ghouls and fed from their sins.

“Because I need him,” she purred, and if I’d needed confirmation that when her souls were truly in charge, Eve wasn’t, I had it then and there. Yet more proof there was a huge abyss between the woman who could bring Samuel to his knees with a throat punch and the girl who neededUrban Dictionaryto understand us on the regular.

Because she’d Chosen me, apparently for a purpose, I didn’t stop her. Didn’t pull away. I was hers. To do with as she wished, as she willed.

When I felt the maw open up inside me, my spirit breaking in two in the way that foreshadowed my slaughtering a Ghoul, I wondered if she knew the danger she was in. Wondered if she realized I was a killing machine in that moment.

The thought stunned me, not because it was news to me, but because she began to rock into me, her pussy sliding down my cock as she moved, awkwardly, against the wall.

It was a prompt. A prod. One I heeded. I began to thrust into her, fuck her slowly if not softly, and the Sin Eater quivered as he reacted on instinct.

Just as was the way with Ghouls, her souls began to spread apart, as though they were trying to avoid my wrath. When they did, they weakened themselves. Except, that was what happened in Ghouls. Not with Eve.

The light of her souls grew brighter in response, burned hotter, like a fire surging from red-hot to white-hot. A purple gleam shadowed them all, hovering over them like a protective blanket, but even that shroud couldn’t blind me to the fact her souls were getting stronger, not weaker, the longer I drew on them.

For myself, rather than flee, I gave her what she needed, and she gave it to me in return. Clamping down on my cock, fucking me, taking everything I had to give. As my orgasm approached, I reached between us, slid a hand between our bodies, down our stomachs, and uncaring how awkward it was, I began to touch her clit. The lights pulsed in the same rhythm as her heart, her body, and when she exploded into a thousand pieces, I followed her.

Except, I wasn’t too far gone to miss the light merging into one bright atomic blast that made my senses feel as though they were on the brink of an implosion. Whatever separated our souls? Kept them from merging? Eve’s had just blown apart, and I’d had ringside seats for the show.

TWENTY-FOUR

REED

Was I surprised to see Eve in Frazer’s arms? In his bed?

Not particularly.

Was I jealous?

No. That shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. Sure, we were Pack, but we weren’t perfect. Instead of being envious, though, I just wanted to climb in beside her, fall into the snuggle session they had going down while they slumbered.

As I stared at them, the longing grew, and mentally declaring ‘fuck it,’ I slipped out of my trainers and trudged over to the bed. Slipping in beside her had Frazer stirring, but when he saw it was me, his eyes settled closed once more and he nuzzled back into our woman.

Ours.

He'd made it official last night. There was no going back for him. Or for her, but whether she realized it or not was another matter entirely. By fucking him, she’d Claimed him, and that was that.

I didn’t intend on dozing, but I did, and when she wriggled against me, I knew I wanted to wake up every morning like this.

Not likely considering she had six men to satisfy, but fuck it. A man could dream, couldn’t he?

“Reed?”

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