Chapter 3 Rael
My Reaper sensed something was off with Nylah first. He could see in the dark better than I could, and he growled within my chest.
Something spooked our beloved.
I stiffened as my Berserker rose to the surface, shoving both the Reaper and me to the side as he sniffed the air.
Fear. Worry. She’s upset.
Well, fuck.
We need to find out why.
Let us fuck her so she knows she’s protected.
That last thought was the Berserker.
“She knows that already,” I reminded him, but I wasn’t opposed to taking her for a ride on my bike and my cock tonight. I’d find out what upset her and deal with it.
And reap a few souls.
Maybe.
Or just fuck them up, my Berserker added.
I wasn’t opposed to that either.
As soon as I saw Nylah up close, I could tell she’d had a long day. Her eyes were glassy and a bit puffy. Her smile almost seemed a bit forced. I didn’t think she wasn’t happy to see me, just that her day had been shit and exhausted her.
Dinner was probably postponed. We could pick something up if she was hungry. I’d let her decide.
I reached for her purse and stashed it in one of my saddlebags before bringing her in close and tilting her chin up. “You okay, my beloved?”
“Yeah. Just tired.”
“You hungry?”
She shook her head. “I had a late lunch.”
I thought so. “You still want to take a ride?”
“Definitely.” She slid her arms around my neck. “But maybe you should kiss and remind me why it’s such a good idea.”
Hell yeah.
My lips brushed hers, tightly controlled, applying enough pressure to show her that I loved her, but resisting enough to also let her know this was only the tip of what I had to offer. Pun intended.
Her eyes fluttered as she lightly scratched her nails on the back of my neck. “Teasing me? That’s a dangerous game, my sexy bastard.”
Sexy bastard. The name I typed into her phone contacts the day we met. When I brought her sister in after finding her in the middle of a vicious assault, Nylah punched me in the gut when she saw me, convinced I’d been the one to harm Mimi.
I fell in love with her almost instantly. To this day, we still joke about me being her sexy bastard. It’s my favorite nickname.
“Let’s go so we can find someplace private.”
I shivered. Couldn’t help it. That sultry voice of hers sent excitement straight to my dick. “Get on this bike before my cock is so hard I can’t sit in the saddle.”
She snickered.
I wasn’t joking. She made me so fucking hard. Always had. I didn’t think there’d be a time when I didn’t react to her with lust and longing. This woman brought me to life and saved me from the darkness. Her love showed me that I was worthy of it and that meant the fucking world to me.
She was everything.
Hence, the reason I needed to get my ring on her finger. I wanted her to know that I’d given her all of me and I wasn’t ever letting her go. Once, years ago now, I tried to protect her by pushing her away from me. I nearly lost Nylah as a result.
I’d been a fool. She let me know it, too.
Somehow, she still loved and wanted me despite my faults. A guy like me with too many issues to list, the extra entities inside my body in a constant tug of war, my need for control, and even my possessiveness should have made it impossible to find a woman to love the monster I’d become.
Nylah didn’t just accept and love me. She embraced every part of me, stood by my side, and declared it to the world.
Fucking hell. I loved her.
“Are you going to start up this bike or what?”
Her teasing shook me out of my thoughts, and I chuckled.
I started my bike and guided her arms around my waist, locking her hands in place. With a light pat on her thigh, I let my Harley glide along the pavement as we merged onto the road and out of town.
When the nights weren’t as cold, I liked to take Nylah out for a ride. Chrome and Cameron were watching the kids, which meant there wasn’t any rush. My babies were safe with their aunt and uncle. That left me relaxed enough to focus on my ol’ lady.
The wind was cool but not vicious, tugging at our clothes and whipping over our bodies. After so many years of riding, I settled into a comfortable position without thinking, feeling the pressure of Nylah’s tits at my back.
She held onto me, pointing at the stars as I glanced at the bright, twinkling lights. In this part of the country, they were bold and clear. According to multiple sources online, the number one destination for stargazing.
That was why I rode toward the stargazing park. The concrete pads, benches, and picnic tables drew tourists year-round since they provided coordinates for telescopes and a way to view thousands of stars in the dark sky. Tonight, nearly moonless, they were even more visible than usual.
And I planned to fuck her under them.
I rolled to a stop outside the park, shutting down the engine. When I rose off the seat, Nylah lifted off her helmet and gasped.
“It’s so dark out. You can see every star in the sky.”
It sure looked like it.
“C’mere.” I lifted her off my bike and brought her into my chest, loving when her legs circled my hips.
She knew exactly what I wanted, and I knew she needed this, too. Our lives had become hectic with the kids, and we didn’t find as much spontaneous time to ride or fuck, but I found ways to make it happen. Like now.
I purposely checked online for a night like tonight when the sky was darkest. I’d packed an extra thick blanket to cover a cement bench because I was going to make her come multiple times under these stars.
Holding her to me, I managed to grab the blanket and strode toward the benches. No one was here. It was a Sunday night and quiet. All I could hear were normal desert sounds. The rustle of the wind. A lone coyote howl. Chirps from insects. Even the scurrying of small animals in the brush.
I let Nylah’s legs down and spread the blanket on the bench. Then, without warning, I turned to her. “Get naked and lie down. Scoot down to the edge.”
She didn’t hesitate to listen, hastily removing her scrubs and shoes. I didn’t have to tell her to keep them off the ground because of scorpions and spiders. She knew. They rested on the opposite end of the bench.
Her ass jiggled as she swiveled her hips and then lay back on the blanket, opening her thighs wide. “All for you.”
Fuck. Even after all this time, the sight of her pink, glistening pussy surged need and lust through my body. I was already half hard, but this sent the blood rushing south. My cock became engorged and strained against my jeans.
I moved close, noting the bench was a great height because I didn’t have to lean over far to push my cock into her mouth. With a snap of my wrist, I began unbuckling my belt, popping the button beneath it, and slowly dragging the zipper down.
Nylah licked her lips as her gaze focused on the bulge just hidden from her view.
“Open wide, kitten. I got a little cream for you.”
The skin around the corners of her eyes crinkled with my corny joke. “You better whip it out so I can get a good look before I taste you.”
Oh, I would.
It was dark out, but I was close enough to still see her features. In a few hours, it would grow too dark, especially closer to midnight. But right now, thanks to the enhanced vision from my Reaper and Berserker, I could watch every strain of her throat as she sucked me down.
Her lips popped open as I shoved my jeans down, going commando so I didn’t have to worry about underwear or boxers. My hand wrapped around the base, and I stroked a few times from base to tip, nearly shivering with anticipation.
My woman gave good head. She had lips that knew how to suction and a tongue that swirled with delicious fervor. I gripped the edge of the bench and leaned over her face, pushing the tip of my cock between those pillow-soft lips.
She didn’t want me to be gentle and made that clear when her hand slapped my ass and pulled me closer, digging her nails into my skin, moaning as my hips surged forward and I buried myself in her warm mouth.
“Fuck,” I cursed.
She loved it when I couldn’t remain in control because the lust fogged my brain.
I pumped my hips, driving deeper and faster, picking up pace as saliva dripped from her chin.
It felt so fucking good, I didn’t realize my Berserker had taken control, pumping as he told her how much he wanted to eat her pussy and watch her face as she came.
The Reaper shoved him back and pulled free from her mouth, taking control from both of us. Cold air circled my wet cock as I groaned. He turned Nylah slightly and kneeled on the bench, pulling her upward to balance over my thighs. At this angle, her ass left the bench, opening her up to me.
“Rael!”
I leaned forward and surged inside her pussy, pistoning my hips as I slammed into her repeatedly, keeping her body at the right angle to receive my cock as it drove deep into her.
Cries of pleasure mixed with her thrashing head. Her fingers slid down her stomach and found her clit, strumming as I fucked her. Well, as all three parts of me decided this was fucking amazing and fucked her in tandem.
I couldn’t get enough of the way she felt. How wet and tight and slick. Nylah came without warning. Her pussy walls fluttered and then tightened around my shaft. They hugged me so tightly that I couldn’t hold back.
I came with a roar of her name and shuddered, still holding her hips as I pushed my cum into her fertile womb. I wanted more babies. As many as she’d give me. I selfishly wanted to leave her full of my cum every single day until it happened.
But I wasn’t a bastard. We talked about this more than once. She wanted more babies, too. Her body seemed made for giving birth to my children. Her full breasts supplied all the milk, and her body carried them to term. We were fucking blessed.
The Berserker and the Reaper had both awakened her in recent nights to fuck and fill her, too. We all wanted this.
So when I draped my body over hers, sharing my warmth even if my cold, bare ass lingered in the night air, I didn’t have to tell her any of this.
Nylah hugged me to her chest, cradling my head as she whispered a perfect response. “I hope we conceive again.”
I held her tighter as my cock stirred to life again that fast, eager to be inside her again. I lifted my head and swirled my tongue over the tightening buds of her breasts, licking and sucking on her nipples, not at all surprised when a little milk leaked out, and I lapped it up.
Her hips rolled beneath me, and I sat up enough to sink into her pussy, gliding in because of my cum that provided a slick entry. This time, our bodies merged without the same level of urgency. I didn’t just fuck her. I made love to her, too.
I poured every part of me into the kiss as I captured her lips, showing her without words how I felt.
Years. That was how long I’d been buried inside her, and I never had an urge for any other woman. The way her body and mine combined consumed me. I had to feel this connection every day. I was obsessed with everything about my Nylah.
“Meet me on the 14th at noon.”
“I’ll be there,” she promised.
“I love you,” I told her as we reached completion a second time.
As her heartbeat thundered beneath me and I cradled her face, I heard my Reaper and Berserker telling her the same.