A Deal With the Reaper: A Dark MC and Serial Killer Romance (The Saints of Purgatory Book 1), page 23
My cock is instantly hard.
“The new boutique had the cutest selection,” she says, voice low and seductive. “I thought you’d like this one.”
“Goddamn, little reaper.” I glance at the clock, see it’s nearly eight-thirty, and thank whatever freaky god likes to watch people fucking.
She circles the couch, stops in front of me, and leans down, giving me a perfect view of her ass. “Well?”
Quickly, I stand, pick her up, and carry her to her bedroom, where I drop her on the bed.
“Why are we in here?” she asks.
I pull the furry leather handcuffs I put in my back pocket earlier and make quick work of securing her arms behind her back. “Because only I’m allowed to fuck you in my bed.”
“What does that mean?”
Right on time, the front door opens. June’s eyes go wide when I yell, “We’re in here!”
I keep my attention firmly on my little reaper so I can watch her expression turn from horrified to shocked to nervous but interested when Luna walks into the bedroom.
“Hey, killer,” she says, voice dripping with mischief. “Ready to have some fun?”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Theo
June uses her feet to push back on the bed, her wide eyes going from Luna to me. Something white-hot vibrates in my chest as my body wars with the simultaneous desire to throw Luna from the room and shove her forward so she can take June apart with that troublesome mouth of hers.
“What is this?” June asks, looking down at the sexy outfit she put on to try and persuade me to finally give her an orgasm.
Luna walks past me and stops by the head of the bed. “Don’t you remember?” She leans down and strokes the side of June’s face. “I was promised one time to have some fun with you.”
Realization fills her eyes as she remembers my promise to give Lu a taste.
“Fucking Battleship,” June mutters under her breath, even as her legs rub together. I practically see her thoughts filtering through her mind like a jukebox unable to land on a specific song. Rather than leaving her on shuffle, I want to see her lost in a song of desire.
“Go ahead, Lu,” I say.
She needs no more encouragement. Luna flattens her palm against June’s stomach over the corset and trails up, between her tits and to her neck. Her hand goes around June’s throat, and I worry for a second that she’s going to kiss my little reaper. That was my one rule when I agreed to this little game. No kissing. If I can’t taste that delicious mouth, no one can.
But Lu knows to obey, and she applies pressure, guiding June to her back. June lets out a huff of pain when her arms land uncomfortably behind her, thanks to the handcuffs.
“Goddamn, what is this outfit?” Luna moans, eyes traveling down June’s body and snagging on her thighs where the garters cut into skin.
“She bought it today,” I say.
June’s hips twist as if she can physically feel our eyes on her. Luna crawls onto the bed and straddles June, moving both hands to cup her tits and rub down her side.
“Luna…” June pleads.
“Easy, killer.” Lu skims her fingers under the corset and rolls her hips down. “How do you want to do this, boss?” she asks, not tearing her eyes from my reaper’s face.
“Make her beg,” I order.
“Gladly.” Luna moves down, hovering over June’s pussy. She pulls in a long breath through her nose, then looks back at me and smiles. “Delicious.”
“Wait until you taste her.”
June sits up, arms bent behind her and abs clenching to look down at Luna with unchecked need in her eyes. “Please,” she says.
I close the distance between us and shove her down with a large hand on her chest. She hits the bed with a gasp, and I palm her tit over the lingerie, then imitate Luna and place my hand on June’s throat. I squeeze, much harder than Lu did, and nod at her to continue. She obeys, ripping off June’s underwear and burying her face in the reaper’s sweet pussy. June’s mouth opens with a gasp that has no noise since I'm cutting off her air.
“That’s it,” I say, feeling her pulse quicken under my fingertips. “You like having Lu’s mouth on you?” I keep the pressure until her lids start sliding shut, then I let go of her throat. She sucks in a breath, her eyes glassy, and moans when Luna’s hands join her mouth.
“Please…”
“What do you want, baby?” I ask.
“I want to come.”
Luna’s eyes flick up, looking at me over June’s pelvis. I nod once. She hums, diving back in. June writhes, and the sounds of her breathy moans make my cock strain against my pants. My fingers go around her neck again, this time closer to her chin, forcing her to look up at me.
“Come, little reaper. Now.”
Like the good girl she is, she obeys, back arching, secured arms straining behind her, hips following Luna’s mouth. She lets out a shout that's been held in since the first orgasm I denied her over three hours ago.
“Holy fuck, killer. You taste incredible,” Luna says, fingers digging into June’s thighs as she peers up at us, lips and chin glistening.
June sucks in a heavy breath, sweat coating her skin. I waste no time pulling off my clothes, telling Luna to take off June’s handcuffs as I do. Once she’s free, I say, “On your back, Lu.” Smiling wide with anticipation, she climbs up the bed and drops onto her back. She’s already reaching for June when I say, “Sit on her face, facing me.”
June’s legs are shaky as she obeys, hovering over Lu’s face as if she’s afraid to drop all her weight. But, unsurprisingly, Luna grasps June’s thighs and pulls her roughly down, mouth open and ready. June moans, head falling back. I give her a second to enjoy it, stroking myself as I watch. Fuck, I didn’t realize how much I’d love watching her get used like this. But only by someone I trust, like Lu. And only once, because as turned on as I am, I also feel a burning jealousy that feels like actual fire licking my bones.
June rocks forward, riding Lu’s face and chasing another orgasm. Her nipples are hard beads under the corset, which is latched and tied at the front. I quickly undo it, ripping the garment away from her body. Her full tits bounce with her movement, and I gather them up in my hands, nails digging into flesh. Goosebumps bloom over her chest. She gasps out, “Theo, please.”
Who am I to deny her? I lean over, suck a nipple into my mouth, and bite down. Satisfaction runs through my veins when she yelps a response. I circle her puckered nipple with my tongue, then move to the other breast.
Straightening, I move my hands to her hair and fist the strands. With a hungry whimper, June reaches for my dick, wrapping a hand around the shaft and stroking. She uses her thumb to swipe over the tip, gathering the glistening pre-cum, then rolls the piercing between thumb and forefinger.
“Fuck,” I groan, abs tightening. “Hold on tight, Lu,” I warn, before yanking June down by her hair and shoving my cock in her mouth. The tip hits the back of her throat, and she gags and jolts. “That’s it, baby. Choke on me.” I pull back, then slam forward again, all the way to the hilt. Tears fill her eyes as she chokes, but she doesn’t pull away. She holds onto my thighs, and we set a rhythm of me fucking her mouth and her rocking on Lu’s face.
Several minutes pass, and when I feel an orgasm cresting, I pull out completely, not yet ready to be done. I keep my fingers tangled in her hair and watch her face as I say, “Another one, little reaper. Drown Lu.” She rocks forward once more, then her entire body goes rigid, and she bites her bottom lip. I pull her lip down with my thumb. “I want to hear you.”
“Fuck!” she shouts, her nails digging into my waist so hard that she breaks skin.
I don’t give her a moment to breathe before I pick her up off of Luna and spin her around, dropping her back on the bed on her hands and knees. “Back up, Lu, and take off your shorts,” I say.
She scoots back on the bed, then wiggles out of her bottoms so her bare pussy is level with June’s head. I hold onto June’s hips with one hand and grab the base of my cock, angling myself at her entrance.
Before pushing in, I tell June, “Show how much you appreciate her, little reaper.” I wait until her mouth is an inch from Lu, then thrust inside. She lets out a sound that’s half gasp, half curse, momentarily overwhelmed by taking all of me at once. Her empty lungs attempt to refill, and I press my hand to the back of her head, pushing her down to Lu’s pussy. She starts licking and sucking, and either she’s done this before or she’s just a natural because Luna is writhing immediately, eyes squeezed shut.
“Shit, you’re so tight.” I pound into her again, rocking her entire body.
“Holy goddamn,” Luna mumbles, lost in the sensation of June’s mouth.
The combination of seeing her eat another woman and the feeling of being buried in her cunt is almost too much. I set a bruising rhythm, and soon the headboard is banging against the wall. Obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, and Luna’s moaning and praising June fill the room.
“You’re so good,” I say, rubbing my hand down her spine. “Fuck, little reaper. You were made for this. Made for my cock.” Made for me.
She groans happily, and Luna arches off the bed, her knees bending and hand twisting into the sheets as she climaxes. June lifts her head, and I imagine her giving Lu a look full of satisfaction. I reach around her waist, fingers finding her clit, and start rubbing. They slide easily because of how wet she is, and her cunt tightens around my dick. I move my other hand to her stomach and pull her up so her back is flush against my chest. The new position makes her feel like a vise around my cock.
I’m close, but I have no intention of going alone. With my mouth next to her ear, I whisper, “Come with me, little reaper. You can do it. One more.” I pull out to the tip then pinch her clit and ram into her, throwing her over the edge. She comes with a shout and clamps down on me. I follow, cock pulsing. She goes limp, and I steady her with arms around her middle. My lips find their way to her neck, kissing softly. I lick at her salty, sweaty skin and wonder if you can become addicted to someone’s taste.
“Holy shit, boss,” Luna says. She’s still sitting against the headboard, eyes wide from watching me fuck June. “Your killer is the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
“I know.” My hand travels to cup June’s chin, and I turn her face enough to lick up the side of her neck and kiss her jaw. “Now go wait in the living room. You’ve had your fill.”
Lu sticks out her bottom lip in a pout.
“Now, Lu.” The warning growl in my voice compels her off the bed.
She grabs her clothes and heads for the bedroom door but pauses, looks back with a smirk, and says, “Thanks for the taste, killer.”
Once she’s gone, I flip June around so we’re face to face. Her eyes are heavy, pupils blown, and her cheeks are rosy. She’s so fucking beautiful. It’s like a collar around my heart, and I worry at how easily I’d hand her a leash.
“Did I accidentally agree to any other threesomes?” she asks with a tired voice.
I shake my head, grinning. “I hope you enjoyed that, because it’s the last time anyone but me will ever be between these milky thighs.” I grip her muscular thighs and slide my hands up to where they meet her hips. “Or inside your sweet cunt.” My thumbs dip inside, inches from said location.
She shifts on my lap, knees squeezing my sides. Blood once again travels south, but there will be time for another round later when Luna isn’t here. I take a moment to let my hands travel up her body, grope her tits, circle her throat, and sink into her tangled hair. Her lips part, and I desperately want to bite the bottom one until I taste her bleeding for me.
I settle for pressing my lips to her forehead, lingering there for several seconds before I pull away and replace my lips with my forehead so our eyes are level with each other.
“What does this say about me?” she whispers. “That the only thing that makes me feel sane is killing monsters and the only thing that makes me feel alive is the touch of the one monster I couldn’t kill?”
I smile, tucking hair behind her ears and cradling her jaw. “Maybe you just need someone to see all of you and not be afraid.” I pull back to study her and gently brush my thumb over her cheek. “I’m not afraid, June Graves. I’m mesmerized.”
Chapter Thirty
June
Blood sprays from James’s mouth, splattering the floor. He staggers but stays on his feet, the bikers surrounding me all shouting, and I follow suit, cupping my hands around my mouth to amplify my voice.
“Knock him out!” I yell.
James swipes the back of his hand across his forehead, then swings his fist, catching his opponent under the chin. I wince at the snapping sound, but my blood hums at the sight of him flying backward, body hitting the floor with a loud THUNK.
“Nice, James!” Theo shouts. We’re in the front row watching James’s fight with most of the Saints, having come straight here after a later Saturday ride. Energy sparks in the air like every spectator is an individual generator. James is transformed in the ring. He has gasoline in his veins, and he starts each round by lighting a match.
He kicks when the other fighter tries to stand, sending him flat on his stomach, eyes shut and blood spilling from his nose. The referee counts down, hits the floor, then declares James the winner, still undefeated. He raises his fists in the air, and the crowd is on their feet, screaming and clapping. Smiling wide, I turn to Theo, who’s glowing with pride at his brother. With another cheer, I jump, and Theo catches me with ease, raising me up.
After the fight, I’m so wound up and turned on that Theo drags me to a closet, pulls my underwear to the side, and impales himself inside me. We fuck hard and fast, my back against the shelf and Theo gripping my ass with bruising strength.
James gives us a knowing look when we finally make it back to personally congratulate him on the win.
Back at the Iron Cage, I find myself joining in on the celebration, dancing for several hours, sweaty and drunk.
I spent the week settling into a routine that became normal so quickly that I almost don’t remember when life was different. Theo took me to work every day, I met the girls for Taco Tuesday, he gave me another riding lesson that I excelled at, we hung out at the clubhouse a couple of times, and we spent every free second becoming experts on each other’s bodies.
Despite all that, I still feel the fire sparking in my core. They’re flames now, and I know I’ll have to appease them soon. The spontaneous kill to save Theo wasn’t enough. It was a handful of nuts when what I’m craving is a Thanksgiving feast.
I shake my head, trying to banish any thought that isn’t about dancing to the reverberating beat of the song. I want to cling to the happiness born from the fight and celebrations. Someone comes up behind me and I look back, expecting Theo. But I don’t recognize the man. Sparks dancing in my stomach, I pull away from the stranger and head to the bar, eyes scanning for Theo. When I find him, a cold sludge of apprehension seems to fill my mind. He’s in the back corner with Kip, their heads bent together and Kip occasionally looking around, as if worried about being overheard.
It’s probably nothing. Still, the phone call I overheard yesterday morning replays in my mind, Theo’s low voice biting back in response to something I couldn’t hear.
“Will you just calm down and be patient? I know what the fuck I’m doing. Look, she trusts me now. I’ll get something we can use against her.”
He wasn’t talking about me. He couldn’t be. It was Saints business. Had to be.
But as I watch him talk to Kip, his entire face frowning, an intrinsic part of me knows the truth. Swallowing down the unease, I turn to the bartender and order a fifth shot of vodka.
My memory of the night ends there. I’m not surprised when I wake up naked in Theo’s bed, head pounding and pelvis sore. I groan, roll over, snatch the painkillers on the bedside table, and throw them back with the entire glass of water Theo left for me. I’ve slept in his room every night this week, and he, without fail, brings me a fresh glass of water before bed and in the morning. There’s also a bottle of painkillers, ointment, and lotion that seem to have a permanent place on my side of the bed, just in case one of our sessions of bringing each other blinding pleasure becomes too rough.
“Coffee?”
The voice is a gong in my ears. Theo chuckles at my protests, and the bed dips when he sits. “You okay, little reaper?”
“Mm, too loud,” I mumble. I turn, curl closer to Theo, and ask, “Did we fuck last night?”
“Do you want us to have fucked last night?”
My eyes inch open halfway. My cheeks flush, and heat curls between my legs at the idea of Theo using me for his own needs. He knows it, too. His eyes darken, and an eyebrow raises.
“You were so good for me last night,” he says. “Very eager and obedient.”
I press my thighs together, wishing I could remember what we did.
I’m about to ask what the day’s plans are when he stands, leaving a mug of coffee next to the empty water glass.
“I have an errand to run with Kip. We’re scouting out a possible hit for the boys. They’re getting antsy.”
I know how they feel, I think. I start to push the covers off to get ready. “Give me thirty mi—”
He interrupts with, “Stay here. Rest. It’s not going to be fun or interesting. I won’t be gone long. James should be home in an hour or two.”
I frown. “Where did he sleep last night?”
“No idea, but if you find out, please share.” Curiosity wakes among the fire in my chest. In the three weeks I’ve been here, I’ve never seen James with anyone, and no one has talked about a current partner or an ex.
Theo presses a kiss to my forehead before leaving, which reminds me of another mystery. He hasn’t kissed me on the lips in over a week. I should ask him about it, but every time I think to, I’m distracted by his mouth landing somewhere else on my body.
