Page 26 of Reaper's Ride
We must have fallen asleep. I woke to his hand kneading my breast as he slowly began rocking his hips against mine. It required zero thought for me to roll onto my stomach and spread my legs wide, allowing him easy access to my body.
He slid home, picking up his pace as he tugged on my hips, gaining speed until he was slamming into me from behind. The slap of our flesh and the wicked way he spoke to me, telling me how good I felt clenching his cock, sent me over the edge. I came hard as I rested my cheek on the sheets, eyes fluttering as I caught a shadow moving on the wall.
It was late. The light from the bathroom spilled into the room and perfectly captured Pagan as he rutted against my bottom, pulling me back against his thighs as he groaned.
And then it wasn’t just Pagan. I saw his shadow change, becoming larger until all I could see was the monstrous shape of his Reaper as he held his scythe high. One hand rested on my ass as he fucked me, enjoying the moment as guttural sounds of ecstasy filled the room.
“Mine.”
The growl that followed proved it wasn’t Pagan, but his Reaper that spoke.
“This female. This pussy.Mine.”
I had overheard bits and pieces of conversation between some of the ol’ ladies, most notably from Nylah, Trish, Rowen, and Mimi as they spoke about the Reaper and how he wouldmake his presence known. According to them, the Reapers were always generous lovers.
“Yes!” I cried, wanting more of him, of them both.
He dropped the scythe and tugged on my hair, lifting me until I could see the warm silvery glow in Pagan’s eyes. The Reaper was staring at me through the bathroom mirror, eager for me to see him.
“It’s you,” I whispered with awe.
“I’ve always seen you. Had to wait until he finally showed up to claim you.”
Oh, wow.
“Not lost. Not forgotten,” he growled, continuing his slow, measured thrusts. “Cherished. Found. Claimed.”
Did he know how I longed for a Reaper to claim me?
“Yessss,” he hissed. “Always.”
“Then you waited for me.”
“Yes.”
I didn’t know what to say. My heart nearly stuttered. How could I be so lucky? If only I had known the Reaper wanted me, I wouldn’t have felt so alone.
“All in the past. No more.”
He was right. It didn’t matter anymore.
I focused on the present, on the Reaper and me, and on Pagan. He didn’t allow Pagan’s return until I came on his cock, my thighs shaking from the intense tremors coursing through my body. His head had lowered as he kissed my spine, caressing my skin.
“You are claimed.”
“Yes.” I knew that now.
He receded as Pagan’s gaze swept over me. “That was fucking surreal.”
“Did you experience all of that with me?”
“Yeah, but it was foggy. Like a dream.”
“Then we do it again. Just me and you.”
His grin was pure sin. “Fuck yeah, we are.”
We didn’t leave his room for three days. Pagan ordered food, and we ate in bed, limbs entwined even when we slept. It was the closest I ever felt to anyone in my entire life.
