Page 71 of Sinister Hearts
“Tell me, what did you see?” I asked her, rubbing her chin, entertained by her amazement.
“You, your brothers, your mom, and me,” she replied slowly, her eyes lining with silver tears. “One of your fondest memories was when we first met.” She jumped on me, kissing me everywhere. “We were at the park with both of our mothers. It’s the only time I had ever seen them in the same place at the same time. We were eight.” She chuckled through her tears and straddled me, her sweet nectar tinging the air.
“I’ve known I’ve loved you since I was a kid, Faye. I knew somehow when I saw you in your bow-tied pigtails, that I would love you forever. Forever starts now.” I brushed her tears lightly with my finger. We were now bonded by blood and shadows. Mycock her crown, her heart my treasure. What an honor it was to see my girl kneel before me, begging to be fucked like a corner street whore. Our emotions were now shared through our Grim bond, our souls and blood now one.
“Tell me what you want me to do, baby girl, use your words,” I commanded her, squeezing her pretty little mouth, her doe eyes peering into mine submissively as I began choking her with my shadows lightly, and forcing my digits into her mouth.
“Make me forget,” Faye whispered, gazing into me with her glossy fuck-me eyes. “Please, make me forget,” Faye wept into my arms, her emotions now mine, as they sank their razor sharp canines into me. I held her close to my chest as I rubbed her hair.
“Ást min, sál min.” (My love, my soul). My girl needed tenderness and love. She needed to break to mend, and I’d be there making sure she got back up again, with me by her side.
She laid on top of my chest.
“I’ll help you forget the pain, baby, just for a little while.” I spread her thick thighs and began to pinch and tug lightly on her piercing. Faye began to moan and rock her hips against me. “Show me your pretty pussy, and touch yourself,” I demanded her, my cock becoming more stiff by the second. Faye brought her fingers slowly to her clit, as she dipped her digits into her slit. “That’s good, baby girl, keep fucking your pussy for me.”
Faye continued to please herself, driving me to want to fuck her so hard. But right now, it was about her. I wanted to make her feel so good, she forgot about the lingering pain. I placed my hands on each side of her temples, closing my eyes. “Close your eyes, Faye.” She closed her eyelids. “Keep playing with yourself, don’t stop.”
Our connection interlocked as vivid memories of us fucking and making love to each other, past and present, raced between both our mental thresholds. Faye’s arousal had become more intense as she gushed with her liquids. She proceeded to sink herdigits into her slit as I rubbed her milky wet clit, her plump ass rubbing into my hardened length. “Don’t fight it, push through it, baby. I want you to gush all over yourself, and I want to watch.”
My thumb circulated her swollen bud as her body shook with a violent need to climax. I spanked Faye’s slippery core, as she cried out in moans. I transformed my hand into its grim form, my flesh becoming a hard, milky bone, and placed my skeletal fingers in her soaked pussy. I pumped her senseless as she continued rubbing her clit. “That’s it, baby, come for Death,” I teased, her walls clenching on my long, bony fingers.
She rocked back and forth, coming undone on top of me, her eyes still closed as the memories of us making love further turned her on. My girl was so close. I pumped into her harder and deeper, her pulsating core swollen and wet. I wanted to drown her in juices. I wanted to watch her gush all over me.
“Please, don’t stop!” Faye begged, her moans and juices filling the room as she gushed on top of me, her body revolting in orgasmic adrenaline. I watched her come down, her breaths slowly stilling in this moment.
“What did you see, baby?” I asked her, licking off her come from my now mortal flesh fingers.
My favorite desert—a bratty little witch.
“A god,” she replied, still love drunk off her orgasm.
“Just one of the many perks of being bonded to a Grim,mitt ljos” I murmured, pleased with myself. I could watch her rub her pussy in front of my face forever, but you know, souls to reap and all that other shit.
“We need to make it back to the farm and check on Birdie.” Faye stood up and put on her clothes. “There’s something I need to do,” she said, a look of determination crossing her.
I raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Does my little witch want revenge?” I placed my palm over my open, shocked mouth, teasing her.
“No, I want more than revenge. I want blood,” she replied, with a deadpan face and a murderous expression.
Oh fuck. “Are you trying to make me hard again? Or—” I asked, and I was so fucking serious.
I watched the menacing look build up in her eyes “Jax, I’m serious. Taking Birdie, killing Ma, it was the last and final fucking straw. I want this cult, these evil people, gone, out of our town, Jax. Far away from the people we love.” Her dark brown eyes peered into mine, ominous.
Gods, I was so hard right now.
“Now you’re speaking my language,” I said, pecking her flush lips, ready for Death to steal the night. A grimacing thrill seeped through me. A hunt I’d desired for so long was so close, a feast of wicked souls to quench my morbid thirst was on the horizon. “Say the word, and vengeance is yours, my little witch. But, after we save the world and whatever, I’m bringing you back here and I’m fucking you senseless, because this murderess vibe you’re giving me right now, has me rock solid.”
And there goes a pillow to my face. I grinned in laughter, while the silk feathers glided in the air.
Ifelt a ruin inside my morbid bones, thickening along my shadows as they skulked, famished for a soul. What better feast than a doomed soul. My shadows shivered in anticipation from my fingertips, ready to hunt and devour. I’ve seen Faye break over and over again. My girl, my love, my reason for continuing to roam this realm. The only reason I’ve stayed solong, hoping and waiting, was for her to come back. Yet she came back to more heartache and grief. Anger was building in my blood like rust. I would ravish the whole realm of Mortis before I let these motherfuckers dim her light even more than they had. I wanted to feast on their sins, fear, hate, and watch as Odin banished them to the underworld to suffer for all eternity.
“Brother.” Ryker came from behind, sensing the hate shifting into deadly anger. “They’re safe. No need to worry.” He was attempting to reassure me.
“No, they are not safe. Not until I watch life diminish from their eyes,” I seethed and took a swig of my whiskey, hoping the burn would itch my vexed soul. But nothing would help the raw sensation until I fed on a fucking soul.
“Is my responsible big brother suggesting a war between Reapers and demons?” Ryker asked, smirking mischievously.
“No, we’re bringing Armageddon and we’re going to send a message: If any of these fucks mess with my family again, it will guarantee a slow and very painful death.” My Reaper face appeared ravenous, my tongue salivating in rabid hunger. “We shall reap during tomorrow’s full moon.”
