Chapter 64
Iturned to face Faye, and our breath hitched, getting stuck in both of our throats.
I could see her nipples begin to pebble under her white tank, and I could smell her sweetness, so venomous and intoxicating.
She was drenched for me. I grabbed her throat between my hands and kissed her feverishly on her velvet pouty lips, the passion taking complete control of the both of us.
Faye began unzipping my jeans, her dainty hands wrapping around my hardened length.
I ripped her top off. “Good girl, no bra for me.” I pinched her pierced nipple, wasting no time, and pulled her heavy, silky warm breast into my mouth as she began to moan.
My baby girl looked so beautiful when she was desperate for me to fuck her.
I spanked her ass, leaving a mark on her taut flesh.
Faye moaned in violent pleasure as she tried to catch her breath.
I waited six years for this moment, and I’d wait another six centuries if i had to, just to watch my shadows fuck my little witch, but not without the bond—a moment I had been waiting years for.
It was never the perfect time, was it? Between the kidnapping, Stefani’s death, and finding out about Avi, time was not on our side.
But I couldn’t waste another second without making our bond official, it was a dream I’d had since I was nineteen years old, with my little ljos; letting it be known to the realms and the world that Faye Robles was eternally mine and I hers, forever and always.
“Baby, I have something to ask you.” I grabbed her dainty hand in mine, her eyes going wide.
“Oh my gods, Jax, what are you doing?” Faye gasped and looked at me like a nervous wreck. “I’m half naked, are you serious right now?” Faye covered herself with the blanket.
“I’m not proposing, just asking you to bond with my Grim, making us eternal lovers in all realms. Basically husband and wife, but in our world it’s called an eternal bond.
No big deal,” I said to her, cheesing as if an eternal bond wasn’t even held in comparison to a marriage.
Marriages were a piece of paper to our kind, laughable in a sense.
“An eternal bond, bonded two souls in all realms, marking each other for all eternity. Once a Grim bonded with a soul worthy of it, we never bonded with another again. I want you, I want this forever, Faye,” I confessed, gazing at her intently.
“Okay good, because I thought you were just asking me to basically give my soul away to a Reaper for the rest of eternity. Not a big deal at all.” She flushed, smiling at me as we both chuckled. “Ask me,” she said, breathy.
I grabbed her and placed her on top of me. “Faye Robles, do you accept the eternal bond of the Grim?” I asked, my eyes black as night, my shadows anticipating her answer.
Faye looked at me, flushed and aroused. This was the moment a Reaper waits their whole morbid lives for— bonding. This bond is only given once and never again, through eternal submission.
“Yes,” she whispered, without hesitation, her doe gaze burned my insides down to the fucking brittle bone.
My shadows danced, thrilled in ghoulish provocation.
“Open your mouth, little witch,” I commanded, and my needy girl did as she was told. I laughed cynically, my Grim laughing with me in unison. Silly little witch, you have no idea what you’ve done.
Spit, vows, and blood were all it took to initiate this soul tie. I grabbed the small pocketknife in my back pocket and pricked our fingers carefully. “Repeat after me, okay?” I waited for her response patiently.
Faye nodded her head at me in reassurance. I placed my forehead to hers, and proceeded with the bond, chanting every word slowly:
“I give you the parts of me no spell could ever bind. I give you the Death in me no god could ever claim. I choose you now, I choose you always.”
Faye repeated every word back to me, the words like silk on her tongue.
I placed my crimson-covered finger above her open mouth, squeezing the fresh wound.
I let the blood drip into her mouth as I spit, the saliva dropping from my lips to hers.
Faye waved her tongue, mouth wide open for me.
I kissed her so deep and passionately we moaned into each other’s mouths— a sublime mouth fuck.
Faye brought her slender finger covered in blood to my mouth, and I sucked on her dainty digit delicately as I groaned, a tinge of iron filling my tongue.
I bent my head back, opening my mouth, ready for my initiation, as Faye spat into my mouth, our Grim bond officially now intact.
Both of us were jolted back as our bodies pumped with a foreign source neither of us had ever felt before.
Our fondest memories flashed between us.
From the very first dandelion she’d ever smelt, our very first kiss in the arcade parking lot, to her giving birth to Birdie.
I was a part of her fondest memories. The mental visions vanished, both of us panting from the adrenaline.
“I saw… I saw you.” Her voice cracked. “I saw your memories. Holy fuck, how?” Faye was still in awe of the bond that had snapped into place like a slingshot ball.
“Tell me, what did you see?” I asked her, rubbing her chin, entertained by her amazement.
“You, your brothers, your mom, and me,” she replied slowly, her eyes lining with silver tears.
“One of your fondest memories was when we first met.” She jumped on me, kissing me everywhere.
“We were at the park with both of our mothers. It’s the only time I had ever seen them in the same place at the same time.
We were eight.” She chuckled through her tears and straddled me, her sweet nectar tinging the air.
“I’ve known I’ve loved you since I was a kid, Faye.
I knew somehow when I saw you in your bow-tied pigtails, that I would love you forever.
Forever starts now.” I brushed her tears lightly with my finger.
We were now bonded by blood and shadows.
My cock her crown, her heart my treasure.
What an honor it was to see my girl kneel before me, begging to be fucked like a corner street whore.
Our emotions were now shared through our Grim bond, our souls and blood now one.
“Tell me what you want me to do, baby girl, use your words,” I commanded her, squeezing her pretty little mouth, her doe eyes peering into mine submissively as I began choking her with my shadows lightly, and forcing my digits into her mouth.
“Make me forget,” Faye whispered, gazing into me with her glossy fuck-me eyes. “Please, make me forget,” Faye wept into my arms, her emotions now mine, as they sank their razor sharp canines into me. I held her close to my chest as I rubbed her hair.
“ást min, sál min.” (My love, my soul). My girl needed tenderness and love. She needed to break to mend, and I’d be there making sure she got back up again, with me by her side.
She laid on top of my chest.
“I’ll help you forget the pain, baby, just for a little while.
” I spread her thick thighs and began to pinch and tug lightly on her piercing.
Faye began to moan and rock her hips against me.
“Show me your pretty pussy, and touch yourself,” I demanded her, my cock becoming more stiff by the second.
Faye brought her fingers slowly to her clit, as she dipped her digits into her slit.
“That’s good, baby girl, keep fucking your pussy for me. ”
Faye continued to please herself, driving me to want to fuck her so hard.
But right now, it was about her. I wanted to make her feel so good, she forgot about the lingering pain.
I placed my hands on each side of her temples, closing my eyes.
“Close your eyes, Faye.” She closed her eyelids.
“Keep playing with yourself, don’t stop. ”
Our connection interlocked as vivid memories of us fucking and making love to each other, past and present, raced between both our mental thresholds.
Faye’s arousal had become more intense as she gushed with her liquids.
She proceeded to sink her digits into her slit as I rubbed her milky wet clit, her plump ass rubbing into my hardened length.
“Don’t fight it, push through it, baby. I want you to gush all over yourself, and I want to watch. ”
My thumb circulated her swollen bud as her body shook with a violent need to climax.
I spanked Faye’s slippery core, as she cried out in moans.
I transformed my hand into its grim form, my flesh becoming a hard, milky bone, and placed my skeletal fingers in her soaked pussy.
I pumped her senseless as she continued rubbing her clit.
“That’s it, baby, come for Death,” I teased, her walls clenching on my long, bony fingers.
She rocked back and forth, coming undone on top of me, her eyes still closed as the memories of us making love further turned her on.
My girl was so close. I pumped into her harder and deeper, her pulsating core swollen and wet.
I wanted to drown her in juices. I wanted to watch her gush all over me.
“Please, don’t stop!” Faye begged, her moans and juices filling the room as she gushed on top of me, her body revolting in orgasmic adrenaline. I watched her come down, her breaths slowly stilling in this moment.
“What did you see, baby?” I asked her, licking off her come from my now mortal flesh fingers.
My favorite desert—a bratty little witch.
“A god,” she replied, still love drunk off her orgasm.
“Just one of the many perks of being bonded to a Grim, mitt ljos” I murmured, pleased with myself. I could watch her rub her pussy in front of my face forever, but you know, souls to reap and all that other shit.
“We need to make it back to the farm and check on Birdie.” Faye stood up and put on her clothes. “There’s something I need to do,” she said, a look of determination crossing her.
I raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Does my little witch want revenge?” I placed my palm over my open, shocked mouth, teasing her.
“No, I want more than revenge. I want blood,” she replied, with a deadpan face and a murderous expression.
Oh fuck. “Are you trying to make me hard again? Or—” I asked, and I was so fucking serious.
I watched the menacing look build up in her eyes “Jax, I’m serious. Taking Birdie, killing Ma, it was the last and final fucking straw. I want this cult, these evil people, gone, out of our town, Jax. Far away from the people we love.” Her dark brown eyes peered into mine, ominous.
Gods, I was so hard right now.
“Now you’re speaking my language,” I said, pecking her flush lips, ready for Death to steal the night.
A grimacing thrill seeped through me. A hunt I’d desired for so long was so close, a feast of wicked souls to quench my morbid thirst was on the horizon.
“Say the word, and vengeance is yours, my little witch. But, after we save the world and whatever, I’m bringing you back here and I’m fucking you senseless, because this murderess vibe you’re giving me right now, has me rock solid. ”
And there goes a pillow to my face. I grinned in laughter, while the silk feathers glided in the air.