Page 18 of Virgin Lust

“Yes. That’s part of the attraction.”

I closed my eyes. “I want to go to her.Always.”

“Yes, Sire. You won’t be able to deny the pull toward her much longer.”

“I think she might have a connection to Grim. Her location is often in his woods.”

“Your life is pathetic but keep going.”

“Is the bond the reason why I have a pink goat on my chest?”

“A what?” Suddenly, the cushion dipped beside me. I opened my eyes and saw Dirk next to me. “There’s nothing about a pink goat in the books. Show me.”

I sighed and lifted my shirt to my throat.

Dirk tilted his head and hummed. “This isn’t a part of your DNA. I’m not sure what this is.”

“Have I been cursed?” I asked.

“If you must wear a pink goat for the rest of your days, then yes,” he said flatly.

I dropped my shirt, and then thought of Mystery Woman with her big, doe-like eyes. I smiled and wondered about her. Who was she? How old? I desperately craved to learn everything about the woman. What did she do outside of her job as a Reaper? Although I’d never been into the emo chicks as a human, she was a more regal version with pale skin, indigo eyes, and dark clothing. Maybe the woman just liked her black. My dick throbbed, and I tried not to adjust it in front of Dirk.

“Does the mating predicament affect her the same way it does me?”

“No. You’re the soul reaper. Not her.”

I scowled. “You mean I’ve got this intense, otherworldly experience going on with someone who feels nothing at all from it? What the hell, Dirk? I thought mating involved two people.”

He cackled, and I hated that the smug bastard enjoyed my misery. “Why do you think I said it was unfortunate for her? I wasn’t lying when I said some soul reapers go mad over these bonds. It’s all-consuming. While there is a connection on your side, it isn’t always instant or reciprocated from your partner.”

I rubbed my jaw. “So, it’s like normal dating with me wooing her?”

Shudders wracked my body once more. An intense throb trailed down to the tip of my cock. The urge to come nearly overpowered me. She was all I needed.I swore I could taste the candy rum scent of her on my tongue. I let my hand drift lower, dragging it over my abdomen.

“How long will you be able to woo her, though? She’s rapidly becoming an obsession you won’t be able to—” Dirk paused and exhaled as he looked at me. “You’re already losing your wits. You won’t last another day.”

“What?” I murmured.

“You’re an inch away from shoving your hand down your pants like Wallis.” Dirk pointed toward my hand resting on my waistband.Fuck!Although I knew what I was doing, I didn’t care.

“I was scratching my stomach,” I lied and stood. “Wake Wallis and Marty. We’re going to Mike’s.”

“You should go take care of that.” He pointed at my swollen crotch. “Before we have another Wallis on the loose.”

I hated those damn gremlins. Even more when one was right.

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Instead of taking Dirk’s advice, I drove us to Mike’s bar. Two games in nine ball and my pulsing dick was still painfully hard. My grip on the pool stick slackened as I slouched over the table, breathing rapidly.“Fuck.”I rasped, rubbing my face. What I felt went beyond desire.I just… I couldn’t focus. Everything hurt. I needed relief. I neededher.Every second got a little worse. There was no ignoring my aching cock.

Closing my eyes, I saw my mystery woman. Those enchanting eyes slid over me as she leaned closer. I groaned, skin prickling beneath my shirt as her fingers grazed the fabric. But when my arms shot out to wrap around her, she vanished into black smoke and all I held was emptiness and a twinge of desire for her. Opening my eyes, I gazed up at the moldy ceiling. “Come to me,” I whispered.I’m dying.

“Sire,” Dirk said somewhere close. “Get off the pool table.”

What the hell? How did I end up on myback, anyway? Not caring, I groaned and dragged my hand down my abdomen. My body jerked when I stroked myself through my jeans.

Something was wrong. There was no way I felt so horny over an honest-to-Godsoulmate. Feeling desperate and shaky wasn’t normal. It wasmaddening. Was this how a junkie felt when they were jonesing for a fix? Although I hadn’t been close enough to breathe on her in the real world, I yearned for her. A touch…a kiss… Hell, I’d take anything she offered. I feared if I got worse, I wouldn’t be able to ask. I’d simply take. There was an urgency inside me begging me to do something instead of ignoring the overwhelming desire.She needs me.Those three words came to me. The knowledge helped somewhat, but it wasn’t enough. I had no idea what I could do for my soon-to-be lover, but I sensed only I could satisfy her need. Why did I feel it so deep inside me?

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