Chapter 63
My mother saved Birdie, and I promised I wouldn’t let her death be in vain. All of them would pay in blood, one way or another. The soul I was tethered to was ripped away from me. My mother, my anchor. The heaviness I felt, the hopelessness, it chained me like a heavy anchor.
“She is all I had, Jax. She’s gone. She’s never coming back. I want them all dead. Every. Single. One of them.” I let the grief encapsulate itself into a burning vengeance that recoiled in my veins.
“Be careful what you wish for. I can make that come true. The Reaper doesn’t discriminate when it comes to a tainted soul. I would be glad for the feast.” Jax rubbed my back as I let my grief weigh heavy on my anchor once more.
“Why do you speak of your Grim as if it’s someone else?” I turned to face him in his lap, feeling his growing length underneath my dress. I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me senseless, until I couldn’t feel anything anymore.
“The Reaper is a different being all on its own, little witch. When the Reaper takes over, I am no longer in control, the Grim is. The Reaper is dangerous, Faye, a soldier of Odin. It’s an entity that takes over.
Our shadows are no longer hiding from plain sight.
The Reaper only wants one thing, and that’s a soul, no matter the cost. If we smell the wickedness or the evil inside you, we will devour you whole, leaving you a soulless empty shell, and we feel no mercy.
Once we look a dark soul in the eyes, their flesh is only but a layer we rip it from.
We are the soldiers of Odin and we come to collect.
” I watched Jaxon’s eyes turn black and hollow as his shadows wrapped around my neck.
I could feel a pool of pleasure pulling to my thong.
“So you’ve never been with anyone in your Grim form?” I asked, rubbing my hands on his thick forearm.
“No, I have not,” he replied. “Use your words, baby girl, take from me what you want. I’m yours. If you want my cock, use that pretty little mouth to command me. Let me wrap you up in sin. A sin so sweet not even the gods could deny our love.” Jax’s eyes beamed with seduction and lust.
I needed him inside me. Without another word, I sank my warm tongue into his mouth and claimed him deeply. “You still want me even though I am a divorced Seer freak, who has a cultist as a baby daddy?” I laughed over my own words, feeling my skin flush with a need to be taken with no mercy.
“I loved you then, I love you now, I will love you always,” he whispered against my mouth, kissing me slowly.
“I don’t even know who I am anymore, Jax.”
I felt so lost. So much had changed in just forty-eight hours that I couldn’t wrap my mind around everything that transpired. I wanted to wrap my thighs around this man’s face and forget, even just for a few minutes.
“It’s okay to grieve the past you,” Jax replied, as he played with the ends of my long, dark hair.
“My visions… someone is going to die. I can’t lose anyone else.” That thought alone sent me into a dark spiral.
“Your visions could have been for any one of us, Faye.” Jax looked at me, trying to convince me of his own words. But the doom crept inside me further.
“You knew about me this whole time?” I asked him, his eyes growing weary.
“I wanted to tell you, Faye, so bad it killed me. But, it wasn’t my truth to tell. Stefani made it very clear to my father and I that you needed to be left out of all of it.”
I could feel his sinister shadows creep behind my back and arms. Jax abruptly turned away from me, his emotions taking him into overdrive. I grabbed his broad shoulder.
“I loved you then, I love you now, I will love you… always,” I said to him.
Jax’s misty black shadows began embracing me, wrapping around my waist. I wanted him, needed him, so bad. I watched Jax closely as I welcomed him, all of him. The shadows danced and teased my body.