I yelp.
Oh, that is dirty.
“Death.” It comes out as a moan.
I am aching.
He gazes up at me from between my thighs and he drinks in my expression. Whatever he sees there causes him to flash me a wolfish grin. Thanatos pauses his work to rest his chin on my pelvic bone, looking infinitely pleased with himself.
“What happens if I continue on like this?” he asks, a spark of knowing curiosity in his eyes. “Will you unravel just as I did?”
Yes, and probably within the next thirty seconds, too, if he keeps on doing whatever it is he’s doing with his tongue.
“It’s called an—”
Thanatos dips down and nips me, causing me to yelp again.
“I know what it’s called.”
“Please,” I gasp.
He glances back up at me. There’s an inferno in his eyes, yet I can also see his hesitation.
He’s never done this before.
I begin to sit up.
It’s as though he knows where my mind is at. Moving up my body, he captures my hands and pins them on either side of my head, his erection brushing my thigh.
“You are to stay here,” he commands me, his expression fierce.
“But—”
“Must I bring down the rain and lightning or draw the roots and the dead up from the ground? Or make the earth quake and buildings fall to remind you who I am? I set my sights on you a year ago, but I haven’t fully taken you—not yet. So lay back, kismet, and let me show you what it means to be mine.”
Chapter 47
Hallettsville, Texas
July, Year 27 of the Horsemen
Death is magnificent then, his wings spreading wide behind him, his tattoos glittering in the candle-lit room, his blazing eyes promising things that even I know nothing about.
I hold his gaze, then subtly, I sink back into the bed, relaxing.
His expression doesn’t seem to change but his gaze looks oh so pleased.
His hands are still holding mine down, and now his fingers thread through mine. Death leans in, his mouth taking my own once more. Only, there’s no mistaking the carnality of this kiss as his tongue slips between my lips. His mouth is searing. It’s like a fire has been lit beneath my skin. And I’m kissing him back, and the two of us are going from gentle and sweet to hot and heavy real fast.
Rain begins to patter against the house, just like he threatened only moments before.
Thanatos releases one of my hands and grabs my thigh, aligning our bodies. I feel his cock then, right at my entrance. Thanatos breaks off the kiss, his hand tightening.
This is it.
The two of us gaze at each other as Death shifts his hips and begins pushing in.
He’s big—really, really big—and even though I’m plenty wet, it’s still an adjustment. My fingers tighten around his, bracing myself against the sensation of being stretched.
Death goes still, his cock throbbing as it rests partially inside me.
“Tell me to stop and I will stop,” he reminds me. His pupils are blown wide, and his jaw keeps clenching and unclenching with the effort of keeping absolutely still, and I’m sure the horseman would learn what true suffering is if I did take him up on the offer.
But I don’t. I’ve never experienced anything like this. I feel as though this must be what electricity was like—sharp and blindingly bright.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe, dreading the thought as much as Death must. Already, my flesh is adjusting to his girth.
No sooner have I spoken then he simply gives in. With a groan, the horseman thrusts forward, sheathing every last inch of his cock inside me.
My lips part and my fingers squeeze his to the point of pain. I’m throbbing—or maybe he’s throbbing. It’s hard to say; there’s so much more sensation down there than I’ve ever felt before.
Death’s gaze devours mine. There’s a sharp edge to his features and a muscle in his cheek keeps clenching and unclenching. Outside, the rain pelts down, and in the distance, thunder rumbles.
I pull my captive hands free so that I can hold him close to me. “This is living.”
He gives a soft laugh, though his features quickly sober up, especially as he withdraws, only to thrust back into me a moment later. My hips rise to meet his.
I let out a moan at the intensity of it all. Death does it again, a shudder coursing through him at the sensation.
“How I have yearned for this moment.” His knuckles graze my cheek. “And yet none of my wildest yearnings could’ve prepared me for the sight of you beneath me, or the press of your skin against mine.”
I shift a little, the action causing him to make a noise low in his throat.
“And the feel of you clenched around my cock like you don’t want it to leave.”
“I don’t,” I admit.
The ground trembles at my response.
Death’s thrusts begin to pick up speed, his breath hitching as he finds his pace. A line has formed between his eyebrows and I’ve never seen anyone as sexy as Thanatos is in this moment, all his exquisite agony on display.
“I can’t get over the feel of you.” His fingers skim over my flesh. “And the taste of you,” he adds, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “You are how I expected wine to taste.”
His wings flex with each thrust, and I can’t help but reach out and run my fingers over the inky black feathers.
He groans, driving deeper into me. His cock pistons in and out—again and again and again.
I spread my legs wantonly, moaning. This is definitely worth the direct hit my morals are taking.
“Thanatos.”
His eyes flash. “Say my name again,” he demands.
“Thanatos.” I barely get it out. I’m all sensation.
Rain is battering against the house, and outside lightning flashes. For an instant, I see strange, skeletal markings overlay Thanatos’s skin and wings, then they’re gone. Somehow, the terrifying display only adds to his dangerous appeal.
I’m writhing against the horseman, my entire body moving with each throbbing thrust, barreling me towards an orgasm.
Not ready.
Not nearly ready.
This is the best sex of my life and I want to last more than a couple minutes.
But Death is having none of that. He’s given himself over to pleasure completely, pumping into me with abandon as he devours my expression. Somewhere along the way this went from soft and sensual to primal.
Can’t put it off any longer—
“Death!”
My orgasm explodes through me, my vision darkening in the wake of it.
The floor trembles, rattling the bed, and then Thanatos bellows, his wings spreading wide. His hips slam into mine, his cock sinking deep within me. The earth shakes and lightning flashes again, illuminating that skeletal overlay. Outside I hear strange, fearsome noises over the rain.
The two of us come down slowly from our orgasms. The horseman’s wings fold back up and his thrusts turn languid. Eventually, he pulls out. But then he’s kissing me all across my cheeks and the bridge of my nose, my eyelids and forehead, and finally my mouth.
I feel my throat tightening at how gentle he’s being, how cherished he’s making me feel.
“Lazarus, Lazarus, Lazarus,” he murmurs. Outside the rain is subsiding. “Tell me that was the most amazing experience you have ever felt—because it was the most amazing thing I ever have.”
Tell this virgin that he just gave me the best sex of my life? If I wasn’t so mind-blowingly satisfied, I’d be annoyed at the sheer audacity Death has to not fuck up the most fuck-up-able first-time act.
My fingers slip through his hair and I catch his mouth with mine. And then I nod against him. “It was.”
He pulls away, his dark eyes intense. His gaze moves down my body, his expression hazy with possessive pride. His gaze stops at the juncture between my thighs, and he must be seeing evidence of his own orgasm.
He shakes his head in disbelief. “This is very, very strange to me, Lazarus.” He runs his fingers over my pussy, smearing his cum. “Strange and enthralling.”
Now that my skin’s cooling and the deed’s been done, my heart begins to pound, my stomach knotting up as I look at him.