A thin sword was thrust in front of me. I grabbed it quickly and slipped it into the sheath that appeared on my hip.
“How about a Slim Jim?” I tried my luck and giggled when he smacked my chest with a box of them.
“Little glutton.” I caught his eyes soften before he turned away from me. “You can’t even blame your curse.”
My heart felt like it might grow wings and take flight.
Then I remembered we were at the end of everything, and every choice was already made. The very weapon I’d just asked for might be the one I killed him with.
Just a little longer…
Luke said we had hours left. Maybe he could change between here and there. Maybe instead of breaking my heart, he’d decide to mend it.
I slapped a Slim Jim in my mouth and chewed. My mate slowed as he walked, and a part of me wanted to believe it was because I had. We walked side by side. Even now—mortal—I could smell him. It was strange. His scent brought me comfort and desire, when it should’ve invoked fear and ruin.
The pain in me needed an outlet. A different release. So I stopped walking, which made Luke stop, too.
“What about an orgasm?”
His gigantic body froze. He dragged his gaze up and down my body like a caress.
“Food isn’t enough?” He leaned over me, and he felt more like a tower. I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. “A weapon isn’t enough. Walking alongside the little mortal so no one harms her isn’t enough? It isn’t enough that she makes me her fool?”
I gripped his arm, needing to feel his heat. “Is that a no?”
He pulled away from me quickly, but his hand caught mine, jerking me forward.
“That’s I need to check the crossover and make sure Harvest doesn’t enter Hell. Then…”
“Then?”
“Then you can sit on my face and pretend if you want.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Luke
Kara was so fucking believable.
The way she leaned into me, the way her gaze turned hooded and full of want as she tracked me with it. She was painstakingly gorgeous—even when she said something unhinged. And Hades, I tried not to show her how hard it was to hold in a grin. The effort was exhausting.
I loathed her so much.
The lies and even my thoughts were getting distasteful and harder to maintain. But I had to, if only for a little longer. The youngest Reaper didn’t need to know the power she had.
When Kara stood there, devouring me with her eyes, I snatched her wrist and pulled her along. She was wasting time. She’d gotten brazen with her trickery, thinking she was safe because I couldn’t fuck her.
I’d show her.
I’d play with her pussy for hours, keep her legs shaking until she was so swollen and sore, she’d know—even if I couldn’t fuck her,she still belonged to Hell. To its lord.
To me.
Then I’d let her talk about her family. About her interests. About every irrelevant little thing. I couldn’t feel her, not really—but I heard her and listened. I had listened to her nonsense for hours on end.
And, gods help me…I wanted to keep listening.
We had a day, at least.
