Missing him.
“What did he do?” Reaper asks, voice low, lined with darkness.
Delilah glances around, then her shoulders drop. “I learned how to reassemble a weapon in sixty seconds or less.”
My gut twists painfully, and disbelief clogs my throat, like I’ve swallowed glass. The image of my first attempt at assembling a weapon is branded in my memory. Father’s cruel smile. His casual indifference. The fucking gun aimed at my head, and the panic and fear that ate at me, terrified I’d die if I failed.
“Fuck,” Reaper grates as he looks my way and pulls her to his chest. Reaper was already in weapons training when Father took me out of the cold room. But I know he must have endured the same training.
We all did.
“I’m going to fucking kill him.” Reaper’s gravelly tone matches the rage cutting through me.
“I’m guessing I learned the same way you did,” she says, turning to face me, but Reaper slides an arm around her waist, keeping her body molded to him.
Just the thought that Father sent us away so he could terrorize her makes my hands shake with a need to destroy. Break bones and tear him apart. I stalk toward her, my body vibrating with fury, but pause when I hear a burst of laughter and boots thudding in the hallway. My head snaps that way, almost wanting someone to walk in so I can ruin them. But the footsteps fade, and I close the distance, gripping her chin, forcing her eyes on me. Something fierce skitters across her features, barely visible in the low light.
She’s so small, so breakable, tucked against Reaper’s chest, and just the sight of her makes my ribs feel like they’re cracking open, exposing everything I’ve tried to hide. To deny. Hooking a thumb under my mask, I rip it off. Her breath rushes out, and she cups the back of my neck, pulling me to her.
The second our mouths collide, my knees nearly buckle. It’s been a week since I’ve had my hands on her, and a raw, animal need claws through my veins as I drag my fingers along her collarbone, trace the curve of her shoulder, then slip them to her waist, pulling her closer.
A groan builds in my throat, my cock thickening as her teeth graze my bottom lip, and I press closer, trapping Reaper’s arm between us.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I breathe against her lips. Her nails dig into the back of my neck, sending fireworks down my spine, and she angles her head, deepening the kiss. The tip of her tongue traces my lower lip, then pushes past, flooding me with her sweetness.
Reaper’s other hand lands on my waist, fingers digging into my hip a fraction. I move in, my boots hitting his, keeping my mouth on hers, caging her in. When my hands glide aroundto the small of her back, my knuckles hit the bulge in his pants and I break the kiss, my gaze meeting Reaper’s. His chest heaves, and he takes in a slow, steady breath.
Delilah squirms, a throaty, troubled sound slipping past her lips. Reaper’s fingers dig into my hip, and he dips his head, his masked lips brushing her ear. “Shh.Be a good girl and don’t make a sound.”
Reaper’s hand at her waist slips lower, dragging his knuckles over my cock as he gathers her sweater in a fist. I back away, giving him room, and I grip the fabric for him. His fingers dip below the waistband of her leggings, and a small, girlish sound escapes her. I trace the outline of his hand beneath her leggings, feeling his fingers working between her thighs.
A primal, throaty moan grates from him. “She’s soaked. Our needy girl wants to be fucked.”
She writhes under his touch, head thrown back. I dip, dragging my tongue along the column of her throat, feeling her plea as it leaves her. “Yes, please.”
“Poor Kitten,” Reaper grates. “Our girl has missed us.”
My eyes lock with Reaper’s over her head. We’re all so close that I sense his posture shift, turning predatory. Possessive. Even in the fading purple light, I catch the glint in his onyx eyes, the flash of primitive hunger. Sense his dark dominance rising. It rises in me, scratching at my bones. The need to claim. To taste. Tofuck.
“Eat her pussy.” Reaper’s order hits my cheek with a hot breath. His hips buck, forcing his hand to drive into my cock. “Show her how much we’ve missed her too.”
My cock pulses, and I grip the waistband of her leggings, ripping them down her thighs as I drop to my knees, exposing her to the cool air. She gasps, hands landing on the top of my head. The cold wood floor bites through the material of my pantsas I rest back on my heels, trailing my hand along the little goosebumps forming on her thighs.
It’s dark enough now that I can just barely make out his fingers slipping over her clit. He shifts and hooks two of them into her. The sound she makes is purely animalistic. My palm slides up between her thighs, greedy and rough, and she gasps as I slip my fingers into her with his.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes, bucking her hips as I drive my fingers in deeper. Faster. My cock throbs against my zipper from feeling her wet heat wrapped tightly around me. From the feel of Reaper’s fingers slipping against mine inside her. I look up and find him watching me. Find her eyes on me. He pumps in harder, then withdraws, fingers coated in wetness, glistening in the violet-hued light, and uses them to open her, exposing her clit.
“Make her come on your tongue.” He’s not asking. It’s an order.
My heart jumps at the demand, and the deep raspy way the words cut through the silence. Familiar. I lean forward, flattening my tongue to her and dragging it up, flicking her clit with the tip before doing it again. The sharp, bright mix of her sweetness with Reaper’s skin goes straight to my cock. Her knees nearly buckle, and I withdraw and catch her, digging my fingers into the backs of her thighs to hold her still.
Reaper’s hand tangles in my hair, and he shoves my face harder against her. “Come on, get in there. Lick her pussy like you own it.”
I grip her ass, pulling her apart, desperate to devour every inch of her. My finger skates over her tight hole, and her reedy moan sends me higher. I do it again, and again, flicking and swirling my tongue on her clit, pressing my finger to her back hole until her whimpers turn frantic.
“That’s it. Get in there,” Reaper growls, voice like gravel. “You know our girl likes it rough.”
I slow down, and suck her clit, capturing it between my teeth just hard enough to make her whine. A carnal, verging on feral sound slips out of her when I release it with a slickpop, and Reaper slams his hand over her mouth, then shoves two fingers past her lips.
