Page 7 of Grave Devil
I lie her down, nestle in behind her, and pull the black satin sheets over us. I can’t resist fucking her one more time whileshe’s still caught between a waking high and the sleep that seduces her.
I fuck her slower this time, softer, as I become addicted to the whispery moans that seep from her lips. Obsessed with the sway of her hips as she welcomes the gentler intrusion.
This. I can’t give up this yet. Plus, I can’t help myself. I just fucking love secrets.
MIA
Secrets are like poison. They rot and fester in your veins. The more you keep, the more you lie. And it gets easier to believe the lies you tell yourself. It’s been seven months since I freed Nox. Since the day we frolicked in the grass, ignoring our fear and burying our concerns. And it feels like I have just as many secrets as days that have passed. Either they’ll eat me alive, or the monster will. So I’m fucked regardless.
I bolt upright, drenched in sweat. My heart races. A quick glance around confirms I’m awake and in the safety of my own room. But the chill on the back of my neck remains. A new monster haunts my dreams. A new nightmare. Except he’s still with me when I wake. I feel him next to me…in me.
“Fuck,” I say on a dramatic exhale. It’s not like it was with Nox. This entity is different. Darker. I feel his hatred in my veins. I wrench open the drawer of my bedside table and rummage around until I find what I need. I release another deep breath when I wrap my hand around the vial.
Just a few sips is all I need. It’s the only thing that drowns out the whispers.TheSkelker. Fuck. I shiver and quickly down the vial. My throat burns, but as soon as the toxin hits my bloodstream, his voice grows fainter.
The door barges open without warning. I shriek and shove my hand underneath the covers. “What the fuck—oh, Aries… You scared the shit out of me.” My heart pounds as I lift my hand and set the empty poison vial down next to me.
He winks, his blue-green eyes sparkling. “Relax, my love. I would’ve knocked, but I was hoping to catch you doing something indecent.”
“Always such a gentleman,” I tease. “What is so urgent that you couldn’t wait until I’ve had my coffee?”
He feigns shock. “Have you forgotten already? This is your first Wild Hunt. We have festivities planned all week. Now get your fine ass out of bed so we can get you prepped.”
I roll my eyes. I’ve never cared much about holidays or traditions. Growing up without a family kind of takes the joy out of it all. But it’s important to him and Bones and Draven. “Ugh, fine. All right. Give me thirty minutes to shower, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
Aries stalks over and throws the covers off me. His lip quivers when he runs his gaze along the length of my half-naked body. “I know you just downed a vial of baneberry, my love. I can see the light swirling around your pupils. You need a release first. Go on. I’ll wait, and then I will personally make sure you get your sexy ass in the shower.”
My body flushes with heat at the surge of my thudding pulse. “Aries… it’s okay. I don’t want to be late.” The poison stirs up my adrenalineandmy libido. It’s like having the physical effects of being drunk while still being mentally in control and cognizant.
“Shhh. Don’t waste the high.” He hooks his fingers inside my panties and pulls them down to my ankles.
My breath hitches as I press my thighs back against the mattress. I dip my middle finger inside my pussy while I gaze up at him. Sweat drips down my limbs. I bite my lip and arch my back, enthralled with my own pleasure.
Aries towers over me, his fingers still curled around my panties. “Thatta girl. Treat yourself.”
He told me once that the toxins heighten everything. Depending on whether you’re fucking or fighting, or even if you’re sad and your heart is breaking, the poison will amplify whatever you’re feeling. And the baneberry specifically is an aphrodisiac, ideal for pleasure.
I thrust two fingers inside and rock my hips back and forth. Aries watches me, calm and quiet. He will file this memory away for later, and I or Bones will bear the brunt of his deviousness. We willpayfor this. Aries is the king of delayed gratification.
Another rush of heat floods me, shattering my restraint. I convulse and clench around my own fingers, pumping them hard as I soak them.
“Good girl,” Aries growls.
My pussy throbs so hard I can feel my own heartbeat inside it. “Fuckkkk,” I whine.
Aries drags my panties back up my legs, swatting my hand away before securing them around my ass again. He wraps his mouth around my fingers and sucks, moaning softly to himself.
My legs won’t stop shaking, my heart racing as he flicks his tongue in between my fingers. “Fucking hell, Aries…”
He releases them with a pop. “Delicious. Now go get cleaned up so we can torture you with Ever Graves historical lore all day.”
I giggle and throw a pillow at him. “Not fair. You can’t just weaponize my orgasms for your own agenda.”
He gives my pussy a playful slap, a sloppy wet grin on his face. “Have you only just met me? Manipulation under the guise of a rewards system is my specialty.”
“You’re insufferable,” I tease as I bounce to my feet. The poison is finally simmering, allowing me to function without the urge to fuck every devious thing that moves past me.
He catches me with an arm around my waist. “Liar. You love it when I make you suffer.”
