Chapter 13
Duske
Esme's scent is even more intoxicating in this form, a sweet pull that’s got my heart pounding, something I haven’t felt in centuries.
I’ve never touched her like this, not fully, not with this kind of raw, aching need.
It’s not because I didn’t want to—God, I wanted her from the moment I saw her sassy grin and those adorable freckles.
But as the Grim Reaper, I thought we weren’t staying.
Starting something with a human, knowing I’d have to leave, seemed cruel.
I guide souls to the other side, not fall for them.
Yet here I am, my leather-clad demon form solid, her body pressed against me, and I don’t want to wait a second longer for the woman I’ve been watching and yearning for, since she first laughed at one of Vesper’s dumb quips.
I start peeling off her shirt, my talons careful not to nick her skin, and kiss down her neck.
Her scent’s everywhere, wrapping around me, making my head spin.
“Mine,” I mumble, the word slipping out as my lips trail over her collarbone, then lower, across the soft swell of her chest. “Mine.” I suck one of her tits into my mouth, my jagged teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and she gasps, arching into me, her hands gently gripping the back of my neck.
“Why did it take so long, Duske?” she asks, her voice breathy but edged with uncertainty. “Is it just because we’re mates?”
I feel that doubt as I move to her other breast, sucking it into my mouth, my tongue flicking over her nipple.
My tail swishes behind me, then curls forward, the tip teasing her clit through her shorts.
A needy moan falls from her lips, and I lift my head, meeting her blue eyes, now visible to me.
“I didn’t think I was staying,” I tell her.
“But no one ever picks me, dove. No one. Not even when I’m the last choice.
There was no reason to think anything different. ”
Esme pulls my face up to hers, her gaze searching mine. “But you only tried something when my scent came in. Duske, tell me the truth. Do you want me, or is this just…”
I cut her off with a kiss, lifting her into my arms. She gasps into my mouth as my tail keeps teasing her clit, circling with just enough pressure to make her squirm.
I pull back, carrying her to the bed, my black eyes locked on hers.
“Baby girl, I want this,” I say, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.
“I’ve always wanted this, but I’ve lived a really long damn time, and I’m not sure I’d survive the heartbreak of having to leave you when it was all said and done. ”
She frowns, her hands cupping my face, thumbs brushing my manicured beard. “What changed?”
I kiss her again, softer this time, laying her down on the dark blue sheets, her orange hair fanning out like fire. “Everything, sweetheart,” I murmur, my lips grazing hers. “Everything has changed.”
I settle over her, my hands sliding her pants down her legs and tossing them aside.
I spend my time kissing every inch of her—her stomach, her hips, the soft skin of her inner thighs.
Her scent’s overwhelming now, vanilla and honey mixing with her slick, and I’m drowning in it, my cock aching to be inside of her.
I strip my own pants off, my tail flicking as I free myself, and Esme’s eyes widen, a grin tugging at her lips.
“Fuck, Duske,” she breathes, reaching for me.
I move slowly, wanting to savor every second.
My lips find her throat again, kissing and sucking, as I position myself between her legs.
My cock slides into her, her pussy gripping me tight, her slick making it smooth.
She gives me another one of those delicious moans, her hands clutching my shoulders, nails digging in as I start to move, each thrust drawing out her pleasure.
My tail curls around, the tip brushing her clit again, teasing her in time with my thrusts, Esme making sweet little sounds as her body arches under me.
“Duske,” she whines, her voice breaking as her hips meet mine, chasing the rhythm.
I’m making love to her, not just fucking; every move a promise, a claim.
I’ve never let myself feel this much, not in three hundred years.
But with Esme, it’s different. She’s cracking me open, and I’m letting her, wanting her to see all of me—demon, reaper, man.
My tail presses harder against her clit, circling faster, and she cries out, her body trembling as she comes, her pussy clenching around me. “Fuck, I fucking love your demon cocks,” she gasps, her voice raw. “I feel so full.”
I laugh as I keep moving, my cock thickening and drawing out her pleasure. “Good,” I murmur, kissing her jaw. “Because you’re mine, sweetheart.”
She’s a vision, even half-faded—her face flushed, eyes bright, body shaking under me.
My cock swells further, the demon side of me responding to her heat, filling her even more.
I’m close, but I hold back, wanting her to come again.
My tail relentlessly keeps working her clit, Esme rocking her hips up to meet my thrusts, her hands gripping my horns now, pulling me closer.
“Duske, please,” she begs, and it’s enough to push me over. I thrust one last time, my cock swelling fully as I come, a bellow tearing from my chest that rattles the windows. Esme comes with me, her body shuddering as she clenches around me, her cries echoing mine.
We’re both left panting as we try to catch our breaths, and she laughs, breathless, her hands still on my horns. “I probably should’ve asked before, but kissing you won’t kill me, right?”
I grin, my jagged teeth flashing. “You’re already dead, sweetheart.”
I kiss her again, lingering there for a few seconds before I roll to my side, bringing her with me, my cock still inside her, swollen and locking us together.
Her lids are already drooping, her body sated from the heat spike, and I can see the exhaustion setting in.
Navigating a heat like this, in her ghost form, is going to be tricky.
She’ll need us all, in our demon forms, to keep her grounded.
“Rest, okay?” I say, brushing a strand of orange hair from her face.
She grumbles, her eyes half-closed. “This isn’t you trying to get out of talking to me, is it?”
I laugh, kissing her forehead, once, twice, three times, each one a promise. “No. I’ll be right here when you wake up, but you’ll be frustrated if you fall asleep on me.”
She sighs, a soft, content sound, and snuggles closer, her body pressed against mine. “Fine.”
I hold her tight, my tail curling around her thigh, protectively. Vesper's did the same and I'm sure Milo has done the same, a claim demons make to show others who is theirs. Esme has so much to learn but I can't wait until she does.
Her breathing evens out, and I watch her drift off, her face peaceful again. My heart feels full, aching with love I didn’t think I could feel.