Chapter 4 Daxton #2
I free my knife from my pocket, the onyx handle catching the amber glow of the overhead light.
The metal gleams with malicious promise as I twist it slowly between my fingers.
Her body arches beneath mine as I fuck her ass mercilessly.
With a firm grip on her left hip, fingers digging into soft flesh, I drag the polished handle through the wetness between us, feeling it become slick with the product of her desire.
When it’s coated in her come, I press it into her cunt.
“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come! Oh…my…god!
I—shit!” she cries out, chanting a lustful prayer as the metal slides in and out of her.
Her pussy slurps in the knife’s handle greedily.
If she weren’t running on borrowed time, she would feel me every time she moved tomorrow.
“Come for me, you fucking slut,” I growl, pounding into her harder, meeting her stroke for stroke. Filthy screams rip from her lips, a symphony of sin and desire. Her body convulses as she comes undone.
“I’m coming. I’m coming! Oh…fuck!” Her pussy weeps, a torrential downpour that splashes to the floor, covering my boots, drenching her sweats. And that’s when I snap my fingers.
My scythe extends, the handle spearing through her body, causing her head to kick back violently as the end exits through her mouth.
The guttural sounds she makes—the blood splattering onto the wall behind her—is enough to send me over the edge.
It’s beautiful, precise artistry and I can feel my scythe vibrate through her with the satisfaction of our kill.
I fuck into her corpse—harder, faster—until warmth creeps up the base of my spine, and my eyes illuminate the dimly lit room in a wash of whit light.
There’s no stopping my carnage, my hand snaps around her neck, squeezing as the intense connection between my scythe and I grows, dragging me closer to my breaking point.
When release comes, it rips through me like a violent storm, and the only warmth I ever feel courses through me on a torrent that makes my knees weak.
“Shit,” I grit out through clenched teeth, cum pumping into her lifeless body as her soul rushes home to me, a river of warmth in the cold, endless void of my existence.
One of the many things that I pride myself on it that I can’t just fuck just anyone.
Unlike the many gods of our history, I’ve never been eager to populate the realms with billions of demigods, clawing to claim my lineage.
I choose to lay with those who ignite my curiosity—and most mortals don’t live to tell the tale of our transgressions.
Jade was a beacon of intrigue. The cleanup is swift. No loose ends, just the way I like it.
I wrench my scythe from her cooling corpse before rigor mortis can set in—it’s so hard to pull it free when they lock up like that—and with a snap, it collapses into itself.
I think of where I want her to be, a final resting place to move her body—a site breathtaking enough to honor the beauty she carried in life. Do you want to know one of the best perks of being me? The bodies never accumulate.
Her body vanishes from the workbench. In my mind’s eye, I bury her in the untouched depths of the rainforest, where emerald-colored leaves shield the grounds below in cathedral-like light, and even death feels sacred—it’s a fitting ending for someone who managed to catch my interest… if only for a moment.
Stepping into the hallway, I merge with the student body. Most can’t see me, but those who can look visibly shaken. I stop a guy in a rainbow tie-dye hoodie, a ridiculous smiley face plastered on the front.
“Hey man, you seen Luke?” I know right where he is. I just like to season my meals, sprinkling a bit of fear into their veins before they meet their end.
The boy has about four hours before he’s mine.
A traffic collision will release his trapped soul—I have to be efficient when reaping at this scale, especially if I don’t care to be in this world.
Some will meet the end of my scythe, others will be a sudden twist of fate.
But all will be collected, and pass through me.
It must be done carefully, so as not to upset the balance, like a manual reset of a delicate system—I read their minds, scouring for the optimal time when they will meet their end, then Atropos will cut the thread.
Not our usual order of affairs, but I guess that’s what puts my sisters on edge.
The rotund mortal tugs the half-eaten strawberry Pop-Tart from his mouth, brushing away stray crumbs. Lovely. “Um, yeah, bro. He’s in his room, 416,” he says, swallowing a dry lump in his throat. Not sure if it’s from my presence or the unfrosted pastry. I vote for the latter.
‘This dude is fucking beautiful and creepy at the same damn time.’ His thoughts rush into me.
“Thanks, man.” I nod, thanking him for the compliment before turning away. His eyes still watch me, unsure why a cold shiver runs down his spine.
Although I can just will myself to Luke’s floor, I feel another soul and step onto an elevator to the fourth floor instead.
My sites are set on a small girl with pigtails, who stares at me as she holds her boyfriend’s hand.
So young, so innocent—she’ll meet me again by the end of the week, another mortal my sweet Mackenzie tried to keep from me.
I wink at her before vanishing into thin air, and I can still hear her screams through the steel doors as I materialize outside of room 416.
Knocking twice, I hear the shuffling of feet two seconds before Luke props up the door—his white T-shirt clings to his muscles, drenched in sweat, a pair of dark blue jeans slung low on his hips.
For mortals, he is as close to Adonis as they come.
Golden skin, and short curly hair, with a chiseled jaw that makes him look like a walking parental grievance—he looks like he knows the right side of trouble.
His body looks built to catch anything you throw at it, a V cut peeks from under his shirt, disappearing just under his jeans—I wouldn’t mind tracing it with my tongue.
“Hello.” He drags the word, his eyelids low. A strong herby scent wafts from his room, smacking me dead in the dome.‘I knew it was only a matter of time.’ His thoughts blare into my mind.
“A bit early for you to be baked, no?” I smirk, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.
“If you want some, all you have to do is say that.” He’s so high he doesn’t sense the danger he’s in. His eyes roam over me, every wicked thought loud and clear. “Are you just going to stand there? Or…”
“Or?” I grin, arching a brow.
He grabs my collar and pulls me in. The moment the door shuts, he tugs me to his height, and lips crash against mine—hungry and desperate. I grip his throat, slamming him against his closet door to the side of us. “Someone’s eager.” I chuckle.
“I saw you watching me in class.” His words slur, bloodshot eyes meeting mine. “I figured it was only a matter of time before you found me.”
I had been watching him, watching all of them. But none left my mind in such disarray as the dark-haired girl with eyes filled with shadows of midnight.
“You're right.” I kiss him with the same amount of heat he just gave me, savoring his earthy taste before leaving him breathless as I saunter across the room.
Plucking a half-smoked joint from the ashtray on his desk, I place it between my lips.
I pull a metal lighter out of my pocket, light the end, and flick it closed.
Taking a long drag, I pull the smoke into my lungs before exhaling, my eyes never leaving his.
The weed here is nothing compared to the stuff in the Underworld, but it’ll do.
“I’ve never seen anyone make that look as sexy as you do.”
“You shameless flirt.” My brow arches in amusement as I drag my fangs over my bottom lip, my voice deepening in a way that sends a visible shudder through him. “Come here.”
Slowly, though a bit off-center, he inches toward me, smug amusement painting his face, trying desperately to hide the need that racks his body. With another drag of the blunt, I grip his jaw, exhaling the silken smoke into his awestricken mouth. “Kneel,” I purr, our lips a breath apart.
He sinks to his knees, one hitting the tile before the other. And I jam the joint between my lips, undoing my belt.
His throat bobs, his greedy mouth salivating, so eager to taste me. “Stick out your tongue,” I command
He listens well. His mouth falls open—his hot, wet tongue slipping past his full golden lips.
“You just going to sit there with your tongue out, like a begging cock-tease?” I ask, brow cocked. “Or are you going to take what you need?”
His hands shake as he rolls down my zipper, pulling out my cock. Bringing it to his lips, he gives it a slow lick from base to tip, lapping up the bead of glossy precum that blooms there.
“Mmm,” he hums, panting as he twirls his tongue around my growing length. His eyelids flutter as he leans back to look up at me. “You taste like you’ve been a busy boy. Whoever it was tastes…sweet.”
“She was,” I answer earnestly.“The sweetest fucking little morsel.”
“You’ll have to introduce me to her then, won’t you?” He winks, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Maybe.” My lip twitches, giving him one of my own. “If you’re a really good boy for me.” I run my thumb along his bottom lip. “Now, show me what this mouth can do. ”
His lips wrap around me, and if I had a soul, I would be done for. He takes me deep as if he has something to prove, swirling his tongue around my length, bringing it to the back of his throat.
“Fuck.” I drag out a groan. His lips vibrate along my shaft as he lets out his own.
But she consumes my mind—the girl with eyes as haunting as the depths of my cold, dead heart. I imagine her on her knees, soft lips wrapped around my throbbing cock, her begging for me to slither between her thighs and give her the fucking she craves.
Oh yes, I heard it in her head. Her thoughts clamored to get away from the idea of how my lips would feel and the deep need to know what I look like without my shirt, but her subconscious screamed FUCK ME.
Yeah…those thoughts…I can read them too. The ones you don’t mean to think—I hear them as clear as day. So, I’d be careful, little mortals—without knowing it, you might ask me to eat you…and I’ll oblige.
‘Oh, shit. He’s huge, bigger than anyone I’ve ever had.
’ His thoughts scream so loud, cutting into my daydreams about Mackenzie, even while I’m gagging him.
I wish my dick could spear through his brain and give him a lobotomy and free me from his incessant thoughts.
‘He’s going to tear me apart…good thing I like that shit. ’
I exhale slowly, and I’m pretty sure he takes it as a sound of satisfaction and not exasperation—his head bobs faster, cheeks hollowing, trying to please me, but it’s not working.
I liked Jade.
The sex had been good enough to unravel her, mind blank, truth spilling out before she could stop it. It allowed me to wonder if Mackenzie would break just as easily—if she’ll let me see her stripped to the bone.
‘He’s gotta be a top, right?’ Luke’s overeager thoughts cut through again. He peers up at me through his lashes, and I scowl. ‘Yeah. Definitely a top.’
His thoughts bore me. So, I shut them off, rendering them silent in my head. Turns out Luke is not as interesting as I thought he would be.
Usually, I allow thoughts to filter in as they will, they are all the same anyway.
But his, I can’t bother with. His are like a grate against my nerves, mostly because sex usually enhances the volume.
Much like when you’re tethered to another, it’s tenfold.
Every thought, every breath, every heartbeat is laid bare.
And for some reason, that sends my thoughts straight back to the person I’ve been doing a piss poor job of forgetting all day.
Luke’s throat constricts around me, but everything feels hollow.
I felt the same nagging feeling when I was with Jade, but I was able to pack it away.
Now, Mackenzie consumes every corner of my mind—her in baggy jeans, hair slicked with sweat, begging for my come.
But he’s not her, and that angers me more than it should.
My lip curls, teeth gritted. “That’s right, suck me…fuck, let me into that pretty throat.”
My fingers fist his soft curls, without caring if I rip his scalp off. I drive myself deeper, slamming into his tightening throat.
“Mmm…mmm.” He groans.
He slaps my chest, gagging, but I hold his head steady until cum pumps out of me, his nose pressed to my groin. He continues to flail, punching me, but it’s no use. I pin him there until he stops, until his body slides from his knees and hits the floor with a loud thud.
My body shivers—his soul tears away from his form as if it can’t escape fast enough and melts into me. I feel every soul individually. Sometimes they come softly, sometimes they come…hard.