Chapter Nineteen
A thena
The growing torment of need between my legs borders on being unbearable as Reaper’s hands glide down my sides. He pauses a moment to gently squeeze my hips, his touch leaving behind trails of fire sizzling across my skin. His eyes are dark and hungry as they lock with mine.
I arch my back, my lips parting as I adamantly watch Reaper adjust his large frame with his weight balanced on his forearms. His stare burns into mine, full of so many unspoken promises as his hips settle between my spread thighs.
They feel a bit like Jello right now, after having experienced such an intense orgasm.
I guess it’s a good thing I don’t need to walk anywhere right now.
“Tell me again. I need to hear it,” he orders, his voice low with his command. It does unspeakably amazing things to my body, wanting nothing more than to please him.
“I want you, Reaper. Badly ,” I breathe the last word, running my fingers down his muscular, tattooed back, feeling the ripple of strength beneath my touch.
He has a massive, life-like bloody heart tattooed there.
It takes up nearly his entire back, and now that I know its significance, it makes me kind of sad for him.
His heart was essentially ripped out when he was turned, so he wears it on his back to never forget how easily it is to become a victim. “All of you.”
Before I have a chance to utter another word, his hand is shifting between us, guiding his thick cock toward my entrance.
He smiles the same dangerous, predatory smile he did from before, the one that makes my insides liquify for some reason.
My breath catches as he teases me, circling and dipping just a bit inside my slit before withdrawing and leaving me silently pleading for him to put me out of my blissful misery and fill me already.
“Reaper, please.” I’m not above begging and will happily do so if it motivates him to take me. I dig my nails into his shoulders, bracing myself for his next move, hoping I’m able to hold on to a little bit of myself because I have a feeling he’ll consume me, body and soul, with his presence.
He leans closer, capturing my mouth with his perfect, pillowy lips in a kiss that steals my breath and leaves my head spinning.
His tongue slides against mine, the sensation making my toes curl and my pussy clench for him.
His touch moves between my thighs, fingers trailing through my excitement, and I gasp against his lips.
“Mm, you’re so ready for me, my stunning Athena,” he compliments quietly, making me whimper. His fingers slide through my wetness to tease my clit until I’m grinding into his hand, shaking with desire.
I nod, unable to form any words, let alone think past what’s happening right here and now as he positions himself at my entrance.
The blunt head of his cock presses against me, and my hands slide lower, applying pressure so he’ll keep going.
The anticipation coiling tight in my belly is driving me mad as I try to be patient, yet can’t all at the same time.
My body is on fire for him, and he barely has to touch me.
I’ve never felt so much passion for another person in my entire life, so it’s fitting he’s not human.
“Watch me while I fill you,” his bossiness rears its head as he continues to order me around.
I open my eyes, meeting his gaze momentarily, then glance down between our bodies as he begins to push forward.
I take in his alluring yet imposing frame as he fills me.
His chest has a sprinkling of hair, just the right amount, really.
He’s not overly muscular, but his stomach does have the outline of where his abs would be if he did a few more sit-ups.
I’m not complaining, I happen to find this much more attractive than men with ridiculously hard eight packs.
If I ever see one, I don’t automatically think ohhh sexy , I think oh shit, he never eats any ice cream .
Not that ice cream matters anymore, the only sundae I want is ruby red liquid dumped all over this gorgeous vampire.
The intensity in his gaze when I meet his stare once more nearly undoes me.
I've never felt exposed and vulnerable, as if he sees me for who and what I truly am.
No one has ever come close to loving me for just plain old boring me, yet Reaper manages to make me feel like the most important woman on Earth.
He shifts slightly, changing the angle and going deeper, making me gasp. Suddenly, he’s hitting a spot inside my pussy that has stars bursting behind my eyes as I slam them shut, attempting to ride the wave of intense pleasure.
“Oh, Reaper!” I gasp. “Right there, please don’t stop doing what you’re doing. It feels so good.”
One of his hands slides beneath me, palming the round globe of my butt. He tightens his hold, using it to tilt my hips up to meet his powerful thrusts more forcefully. The other hand tangles in my messy hair, gripping it enough that a pinch of pain explodes over me, sending shivers down my spine.
“You're mine, Athena. Never question it,” he purrs against my ear, his fangs dragging against my flesh as he leans in, deeply inhaling against my throat. “Say it, darling. Now.”
“Yes, I’m yours. I always will be, yours alone.” I promise and mean it with every fiber of my being.
He responds with a possessive growl and then his teeth score my flesh, his fangs sinking deep into my throat.
I moan loudly, so lost in him I don’t hear anything but his pounding heart and the rush of his blood careening through his veins.
Sensations I never knew existed are suddenly there, driving me over swell upon swell of pleasurable waves, so intense they’d easily drown me if I weren’t anchored to his soul so deeply.
His hand moves from my butt to my breasts, exploring each oversized, round globe.
He gently squeezes them as he continues to slowly drink from my neck, savoring my blood on his tongue.
The dual sensation of his mouth and his touch while being buried inside me to the hilt is too much—I cry out, loudly, as my back arches off the bed as pleasure courses through me in waves.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my throat as he pulls away and licks at my bite mark until the bleeding slows and stops completely. “Let me watch you come again, my love.”
With his words, my body eagerly obeys, clenching around him. I can’t help but lean forward, grazing my teeth against his skin as I come apart and he puts me out of my sweet torment by offering, “Drink, darling.”
My fangs pierce his flesh, the soft slice happening in a blink with how sharp they are now.
The moment his blood hits my mouth, the orgasm tears through me like a blistering lightning storm.
It steals my breath away, muddies my thoughts, and disorients everything I know, except for the feeling of him inside me, anchoring me to him for eternity.
The word eternity sounds so foreboding, yet with Reaper, it’s a promise I’d do anything to make happen.
“My mate,” he gasps, his metallic crimson eyes locked on me as his own pleasure hits him full force.
His hips jolt with each drive, his body just as shaky as mine, when he follows me over the edge.
A hoarse shout escapes him, making my insides flip with satisfaction over him being just as wrapped up in me as I am in him.
His hips continue to jerk as he empties himself as deeply as he possibly can inside me.
The feeling of his warm, powerful release filling my pussy triggers aftershocks that have me whimpering and clutching at him. “That was...” I breathlessly trail off, unable to find adequate words to fill the silence.
“I’m just getting started with you, Athena,” Reaper promises. His hand moves to my jaw, sweetly caressing it before pausing to push a piece of hair out of my face. He tucks the strand behind my ear, and I swear I fall a little deeper for him, which should be impossible at the rate we’re going.
“Why do I feel this way about you?” I ask, as he shifts off to the side, but our legs remain tangled together. I can’t stop touching him, nor do I want to.
“It’s the mating bond. Our souls know they’re matched, that we’re essentially one in two bodies, so it changes things. We won’t love like humans do; it’ll be much deeper.”
He pauses to kiss me before finishing, “We won’t need to take the customary time others require when establishing a relationship.
Our hearts already know where we belong, and it’s with each other.
Our love will be fiercely intense, to the point I would die for you in a heartbeat if the time ever came.
If, God forbid, but something was to happen to you, I wouldn’t be able to continue living without you. ”
“But I thought that we’re immortal?”
He nods, “We are, but the mating bond is unlike anything in existence. Our love will be so true and pure, I wouldn’t be able to survive without you in my life. Think of a human falling hopelessly in love,” he directs.
I nod, remaining quiet so he keeps talking.
“Well, times their love by a hundred and you’ve scratched the surface of a true mate’s bond. Our tether, we were fated…”
A shiver of anticipation runs through me.
The night is still young, and the hunger in his eyes grows increasingly abundant with the more we talk about being each other’s mate.
His expression tells me he’s not joking about his earlier claim, that he’s far from finished with me.
The thought of feeling him inside me, filling me all over again, has my stomach flipping with excitement.
He shifts to lying on his back, taking me with him, our legs and bodies still joined in whatever way we can comfortably manage in the moment as we catch our collective breaths and recharge for another round.
He immediately grabs for me, obviously deciding there isn’t enough of me on him or vice versa for his liking.
He pulls me against his chest, my head lying on his peck directly over his heart.
The steady beat thumps rhythmically under my ear, and if I weren’t so keyed up for him, I’d swear it’d put me to sleep.
“I could stay like this forever,” I confess in a whisper. I’m not sure if it’s the right thing to say or not, but I can’t help myself making the admission.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises, and presses a tender kiss to the top of my head.
His fingertips trace lazy patterns on my back, and while I can’t exactly make them out, I swear it feels like he writes his name in cursive and draws hearts and diamonds all around his name.
It has me bursting out in laughter. He’s like a love-sick teenager, and I’m loving every moment of it.
I’d have never imagined he could be so tender when I’d first come across him with his motorcycle club.
He’d been imposing, dark, grouchy, and every beat of an Alpha.
“This is exactly where I want to be,” he murmurs after a beat.
I nuzzle up against him, breathing in his scent, the one that drives me wild for him. Everything about him was made to draw me in, to fall hopelessly in love. In this moment, wrapped safely in his arms with our bodies still pressed together, I feel a sense of peace I’ve never known before.