Page 3 of The Wraith & Her Killer

His body convulses and blood rushes from where the arrow protrudes from his heart. The arrow gets stuck, and it annoys me to no end, so I quickly rip it out. It sprays and spurts, blood landing on my hoodie, gloves, and mask before I throw all of my weight into stabbing the arrow back into his chest. This time it hits the fucking bullseye. A hefty sigh parts from my lips at the mess he’s made. Backing up, I feel nothing when the fight slowly leaves him and his body falls limp against the bed.

Fucking finally.

I watch him for a full minute to make sure he’s actually dead before plucking the box of conversation hearts from the pocket of my hoodie.Herfavorites. I snag two random pieces from the bag and stash it back in my pocket again before popping the hearts over his eyelids.

I leave the wife exactly as she is because I’m not the one who took her out, so no candy hearts for her.

Ready to be done with this shit for the night, I grab my bag from the floor where I’d dropped it and make my way out the back door, heading into the woods through their backyard. Leaves and sticks crunch beneath my feet and the warm, sticky evening air has my clothes clinging to my skin and sweat dripping down my face in notime. I wait until I’m in the clear before I unzip my hoodie and stuff it in my bag. The mask is next, then the gloves follow.

Reaching my bike that’s hidden just inside the tree line, I throw my bag over the seat and take a second to run my fingers through my sweat-dampened hair, pushing it out of my face.

I don’t feel much by way of emotions anymore, but jobs like this do have a way of either draining me, or getting me wound up tighter than a coil that demands immediate release before I go on a killing spree from the tension that builds up. Right now, I’m the latter.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I pull up the number of the only duo I trust to help me find release without bloodshed, and dial it.

“That was quick.” Calix—the playful one of the two—sounds entirely out of breath and his voice cracks on a moan when he answers on the first ring. I hear the dark, rumbling voice of Rune in the background before Calix hisses through his teeth.

“I need your help,” I grit out, slinging my leg over my bike and starting it. I put on my helmet and switch the call over to the internal Bluetooth system. The sounds of their foreplay amplify and it only serves to further singe my already-frayed nerves. “I’m thirty minutes out.”

“Shit,”Calix hisses. “We’re home and ready.”

That’s all I need as I peel out and onto the winding road.

2

“Fuck.Suck harder.” I grip Rune’s white hair in a tight fist when my cock hits the back of his throat and he swallows around me. He sucks at a vicious pace like he’s angry at it, his teeth scraping my cock with every stroke of his mouth. The bite of pain amplifies the pleasure and only spurs me on to fuck his mouth harder.

Calix waits patiently on his knees for his turn like a good boy, his hands resting on his thighs that are spread just far enough apart to see the metallic glint of the cock cage keeping his erection at bay. He’s not allowed to touch himself or come without Rune’s permission, and Calix is just enough of a shit disturber to defy him if given the chance.

Rune and Calix are adoptive brothers who have been fucking for about as long as they’ve been family. They’re extremely possessive of one another. I’ve been the only one they allow to join them, because they understand every interaction with me is merely transactional. They’re in the same line of work, so they know what I do and why I get so pent up to the point of needing release. They’ve seen me go off the rails and what the trail of bodies that I leave in my wake looks like when the tension gets to be too much for my mind to handle. I have a bloodlust that needs to be satiated, and when I’m not getting it on my hands, that’s when my control starts to slip.

A psychiatrist would have a fucking field day taking a deep diveinto my mind and dissecting my brain, but I’ll spare you the money for the session and just tell you: I’m a psychopath. I’m “broken.”Fucked in the head,as it were. But whatever. C’est la vie. Can’t fix what wants to stay crazy, or however the saying goes.

Rune pulls back, his tongue flicking out to lap at the tip of my cock, hitting the magic cross piercing before he bites down on one of the metal barbells and tugs lightly. The heavy pulling sensation zaps through me and I growl at him, needing his mouth swallowing me down again.Notfucking teasing me.

He and Calix were in the middle of their playtime when I interrupted. Clearly, he hasn’t slipped out of his domineering role yet. Too bad he’s not in charge when I’m here. A smirk plays at his lips when he kisses the head while his hand strokes me firmly from root to tip.

I grip his hair tighter at the base of his skull and bend down until I’m in his face. His blue eyes glint in the lowlight, the promise of misbehavior written all over his face.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I question as I use my free hand to grip his cheeks in a tight hold until his lips pop open. He grins but says nothing, knowing who the maestro is in these moments. I give his cheek a slap before gripping his jaw tight and jerking his face closer to mine with a snarl on my lips. “Open.”

I can tell he wants to defy me, but I’m a second away from fucking stabbing him with just how close to the edge I am. He must see it in my eyes, because his entire demeanor shifts and it’s like a switch flips. Rune’s eyes glaze over as he slips into submission and parts his lips, his tongue darting out. I look him right in his eyes as I spit directly into his mouth. He doesn't even get a chance to swallow before I’m gripping the sides of his face, fucking his mouth at a punishing pace once again.

It’s a brutally erotic sight, to see all the spit streaming down Rune’s chin and coating his chest. Calix squirms next to him, whimpering and moaning at the sight of his partner getting his throat so thoroughly used and abused by me.

Feeling my release beginning to coil in my gut, I free myself fromRune and turn toward Calix, who is waiting eagerly. His naturally submissive nature paired with his big, dark eyes, soft curls, and freckles do well to hide how he likes to be treated like a filthy little rag doll during sex.

I slip into his mouth, fucking him just as roughly, though not as deeply, as his gag reflex only allows me to go so far before my piercings have him heaving uncontrollably. I may be a fucking monster, but I know my sexual limits, and to keep their trust in me, I honor theirs as well—never pushing past what they can handle. It just so happens that these two can handle my brand of rough, so it works.

I’m seconds away from coming. The all-consuming feeling of release snakes its way down my spine and tightens my core. I pull out, stroking my cock with a tight fist while Rune and Calix press their faces together, mouths open and tongues out.

Just before it hits me, my phone chimes incessantly from the other side of the room with rapid-fire notifications. It’s the sound dedicated to my encrypted email, solely for kill contracts.

It doesn’t stop. The notifications are fucking grating my nerves, but Rune and Calix wait patiently on the ground while I storm across the room, my cock throbbing heavily, and grab my phone. I’m nearly crushing it in my grip while I read over the notifications. I have one from the Pakhan, confirming my kills for the night and asking if I made a fucking mess big enough for a cleanup crew. I tell him no.

Let the media see what they’ve done. The Cupid Killer doesn’t target just anyone, after all.

The next notification is a rush kill contract.

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