Page 18 of Malice
“Are you trying to tell us she can suck someone’s soul from their mouth?” Chaos asked.
Sin nodded. “We can both do it. But she loves to feed on fear more than lust.”
“That’s not what Merri is doing now.” I knew it as surely as I knew my own name.
“No,” Sin agreed. “Our girl is a problem solver. She wants you, Grimsby. She just ensured she can have you.”
In a handful of long strides, I was beside the bed, aching to be as close as was safe so I could revel in the noises I was about to pull from her, the micro-expressions that would flit across her beautiful face, the scent of her desire. I didn’t want to miss a second of what was sure to be the single best experience of my immortal life.
“Move back,” I snarled at Chaos, who’d disengaged from her body but remained close enough to touch what was mine.
Chaos, to his credit, didn’t argue. He simply backed away from the bed, and I sent my shadow to claim our rightful place.
My attention turned to Malice, who was still kneeling in front of Merri. “You as well.”
I half expected him to refuse, like he did with Chaos, but he also surprised me by complying.
“We’re going to stay in the room, all right?” Sin murmured soothingly, as if talking to a feral creature. “Just in case you need us. But this moment is all yours.”
“I won’t need you.”
Merri let out a soft moan before spreading her knees apart and bringing my hand between her legs. I felt her touch mirrored on my corporeal flesh. Something about it seemed... thinner, as though she was holding me through a veil of fine chiffon. It wasn’t true contact, but I’d take what I could get. And right now, that was her perfect pussy. Needing no further direction, I slid my fingers inside her and groaned at the sensation. She was slick and hot, and even though it was my shadow playing with her, I could tell how much she wanted me.
“Fuck,” I grunted, the word practically dragged out of me as my brain struggled to process all these new stimuli. Not only was I essentially in two places at once, I was feeling all of it. Merri’s arousal, my own, the wonder that such a thing was even possible, the anticipation of sinking into her and making her cry out in ecstasy. You’d think already it was too much to handle, but no. I wanted more. I wanted every-fucking-thing.
No one ever said that Death was altruistic.
I was greedy. Insatiable. And I’d just been given free rein.
“What are you waiting for, Grim? Give her what she needs.” This from Chaos as he watched on, his gaze locked on Merri’s glistening cunt, still visible through the shimmering darkness of my shadow.
My teeth ground together, the urge to shut him up with a punch to the face almost uncontrollable. Instead, I simply moved my shadow limbs to spread her thighs wider before sending my form climbing atop her.
She clawed my shadow’s torso, the slight prick muted but still sharp as I felt its echo down my abs. My cock gave a happy jerk, likely offering itself up as tribute.
A gasp escaped me when Merri reached between my shadow and herself to grip the length desperate to get inside her. If there’d been no danger of me killing her and she’d touched my true form like that, I may have spent myself then and there. Did she know the effect she had on me?
The wicked curl of her lips told me that she did.
Of course she did.
She was hardwired for exactly that. Merri was a creature born to read every subtle shift in our moods. That it was sexual only meant she was more interested than ever.
“Relax for me, wildflower. I’ll make sure you have everything you want.”
Her little whine of protest as I batted her hand away with my shadow’s had me grinning, but soon all pretense of play was gone. I moved my shadow into position, placing the tip of my cock at her entrance with my gaze trained on her face.
“Look over here, Merri. Look into my eyes as my shadow fucks you for the first time.”
Those dark orbs snapped to mine, and I had a brief moment of protest at the wrongness of them in her angelic face. Thankfully, I’d had enough run-ins with demonkind over the centuries, so I knew how to spot the spark of emotion and intelligence behind the black pools. Her demon might be front and center, but our girl was in there too.
With our gazes locked, I sent my shadow sliding forward, sinking down into her sweet heat. The ripple of sensation along my actual shaft was a torturous tease.
“God in heaven,” I groaned, the words tight and guttural.
Even though my logical brain knew it wasn’t my body inside hers, there was no denying what I was feeling—or its effect on me. I’d never fucked wearing a condom, but perhaps this was similar. My shadow was akin to one—the thinnest barrier keeping us apart. I knew from my limited experience with Helene that had I actually been buried balls deep inside my sweet little wildflower, everything would feel exponentiallymorethan it currently did.It’d be hotter. Wetter. Tighter.
That said, I had zero fucking complaints. For one such as I, who’d spent the greater part of his existence not touching at all, this was practically the equivalent of a nuclear bomb going off inside of me. I wanted to commit every second to memory so I could relive it ad nauseam. I wanted to collect every possible interaction available to me so that if I woke and found this all to be another fantastical dream, I wouldn’t walk away empty-handed.
