Chapter Nineteen
Theo
I’m in a free fall into oblivion. Aches scatter my body from the few hits Bowie managed to land. My heart pumps on overdrive. Roaring lingers in my ears from the moment of blinding fear when I heard her scream.
None of it registers compared to the all-consuming desire burning in my veins.
She moves like an angel. She kills like a demon. I can’t decide if she’s of God or the devil, but either way, I’m ready to worship at her bloody altar.
Her back arches into my kiss, and her fingers snake into my hair, leaving a sticky trail of blood in their wake.
When I pick her up, her legs naturally go around my waist so she’s hanging on me like a monkey.
Her mouth is hot against mine, and I can already imagine how amazing her cunt will feel around my cock.
I moan into her mouth, moving us toward the closest booth to set her on the edge of the table.
The body of the South Five member is still close behind us, but that does nothing to slow me down.
If anything, the memory of how easily she killed him, how ruthless she was when saving my life, only makes me more desperate to be inside her.
We come up for air, and she takes the opportunity to pant out a question. “You’re not mad?”
I blink. “Why would I be mad at you for saving my life?”
“I killed someone in your bar.”
“He’s not the first person to die here, and he won’t be the last.”
“Your entire club knows I’m a killer now.”
I’d really love for the questions to stop so I can put my mouth to better use.
“The Saints know you’ll murder to keep their president safe. They probably like you more now.”
Her frown is filled with uncertainty and a hint of fear. The sight is a clamp around my heart. I wonder what she’s been through to make her so distrustful and afraid of allowing anyone to truly see her in all her reaper glory.
I gently brush my hand over her forehead, pushing hair away from her eyes. The cuts and bruises littering her skin make me want to rip out every South Fiver’s throat. But her eyes are bright blue again, free of the flames that have been growing more noticeable every day.
“Little reaper, you are powerful, deadly, and beautiful. There is nothing wrong with you. In fact,” I reach back and pull her hands away from my neck, positioning them between us.
There’s still blood staining the skin, though they’re not as wet as they were before she started running them through my hair.
“The more I see of you, the more unworthy I feel to be at the end of your blade, much less between your legs.” I lean forward and stop an inch from her mouth while pressing a hand over her pants against her heat.
She pushes into my touch, and I bite her bottom lip.
“But nothing short of the reaper herself will keep me from fucking you now.”
Our lips meet again in a greedy kiss. I quickly unbuckle and unzip her pants, pulling them off with her help.
Her panties go next, and when she reaches for my own pants, I stop her with a hand around her wrist. She lets out a whine of disappointment.
I smirk, lift a brow, then lower to my knees in front of her.
The sight of her has the potential to turn me into a drooling mess. She spreads her legs further, and I groan, palming my painfully hard cock.
Unable to wait another second, I dive forward, dragging my tongue up her center.
Her blood-covered hands return to my hair, nails digging into my scalp.
She tastes better than anything I’ve had in my mouth before, and I would happily spend eternity on my knees before her.
Closing my eyes, I devour her. She starts rocking into my face, and I smile, pulling her clit between my teeth.
Her moans and pants grow more desperate when I add fingers, pushing two in at once, then twisting them to press against her inner walls.
It doesn’t take long before she comes undone.
She rides her climax out on my face, and when she starts to come down, I pull away and stand up.
She’s going boneless, so I make quick work of unbuttoning my own pants and pushing down my boxers.
I pull out my rock hard cock and drag her forward to the very edge of the table with a hand on her lower back.
Her eyes open and look down. She whispers “Oh,” and sucks her bottom lip between her teeth when she gets her first look at me and the Prince Albert piercing.
I almost come right there just at the sight of her bloody, sweaty, satisfied face.
I barely have the presence of mind to ask, “Are you on the pill?” She nods. “Clean?” Another nod. “Good.” Then I drag the pierced tip up her soaking center and don’t wait for any other confirmation before slowly pushing inside.
If I thought tasting her was heavenly, then this deserves a completely new word.
I’ve never felt anything as good, including riding my bike at top speed.
It’s slow at first as we both get used to each other, her to my size and me to her sheer tightness.
But once I’m fully inside her, it’s all over.
I pull out then slam back in, earning a delighted shriek from her swollen lips.
Her nails dig into my back as she holds on while I start pounding into her. When her head falls back, I descend, teeth sinking into the skin between her neck and shoulder. We move together faster and harder, panting and moaning, sweat and spit and blood passing between us.
“Yes, Theo!”
“That’s my good reaper,” I growl. I pull back her shirt and bite down on the top of her breast hard enough to leave a bruise. Then I press a kiss to the red mark from my teeth. “Let me hear you.”
“FUCK!”
She lifts her head to meet me in another open mouth kiss.
Our thrusting becomes more frantic and erratic, and I know she’s close.
I grip her ass, pulling her hips forward for better leverage.
The slight change has me hitting that spot that makes her nails dig so hard that I feel skin break.
I manage to get one of my hands between us and rub my thumb over the top of her pussy.
At the same time, I move my mouth to her other tit, biting lower this time.
The combination of sensations pushes her to climax.
She screams my name as she comes, clamping down on me and dragging me over the edge with her.
The orgasm rips through my body harder than it has in years.
Spent, she falls back onto the grimy table. I follow, lying half on top of her and barely managing to stay on my feet. For several long moments, the only sounds are our heavy breathing. Her hands fall to her side, leaving a cold loss behind.
Each second we lay there, pieces of reality return like an image slowly coming into focus. Pain pulses around my rib cage and flares from my jaw, eyes, knuckles, and back. I’m not even sure what injuries I’ve sustained in the last half hour.
Then I think of Bowie and the South Five.
The Saints aren’t a gang, but we have our territory, and stepping out of line strains the tenuous peace we have with actual gangs like Bowie’s crew.
After today’s events, we’ve likely started a war with them.
However I look at it, the Saints will be at fault for starting it.
The Five will claim that Nico sleeping with Leticia, Bowie’s cousin, was the initial offense, and their following pummeling of Nico was justified.
Or, if not, it’ll be when I punched Bowie for mentioning Scottie.
The final nail in the coffin was June killing that grunt. Not that I’ll ever regret that moment. I’d happily watch it happen again and again. Still, the Five won’t forgive and forget. We drew first blood.
So, now I have that to worry about on top of dealing with Lorry’s investigation into June.
Plus, there’s the looming reality that my deal with June is nearly halfway through. We have two and a half more weeks before she’ll decide what to do next. Risk it all by killing me or letting me go and moving on with her life.
Either way, I’ll lose her. My chest seems to tighten at the thought.
“My feet are falling asleep,” June mutters.
“Right.” I push back to a standing position, the movement causing my dick, which is still buried inside her, to shift.
With a moan, I look down at where we’re joined, the sight sending fresh blood south.
But I want the next time I fuck her to be in a bed.
Or at least somewhere slightly more comfortable.
I pull out, watching with fresh hunger as both my cum and hers drip out. Once free, I retrieve her underwear and pants from the floor, handing them to her without getting a rag for her to clean herself with. Let her feel my cum leaking out of her on the ride home.
“Give me ten minutes, then we can go.” Before walking away, I place both hands on her knees, push them up her legs and inside her thighs.
With a thumb on either side of her cunt, I say, “Don’t think I’m done with you yet.
By the end of the night, you won’t remember anything but the way your body weeps for me. ”
I turn to face the corpse in the center of the room. Blood is no longer flowing, but the puddle spans several feet. The cut is so clean and deep that it takes my breath away. I knew she was a reaper, but seeing how deadly she truly is up close is a different thing entirely.
Fishing out my phone, I call Ace, who owns a specialized cleaning company.
They’re my regular custodians who help clean up similar messes from Saints.
After they approve a dispatch team, who should arrive within three hours, I call Axel and Bella to come back and wait for the custodians while clearing the other carnage in the bar.
With that settled, I turn back to June. “Ready?”
She nods, lips curled into a grin. I’m not sure if it's because of the sex or the kill, but I’m willing to give her as much of both if I get to see that smile more often.
I match it with a more devious one of my own. “Then let’s get out of here, little reaper.”