The pulse point on his neck throbs and my mouth waters with the need to taste his sweet blood, to hear those sweet cries as my cock is buried inside him.
Once he realizes what just happened, he takes a step back, licking his lips.
His eyes drop to my cock, my cloak open enough to relieve my still hard cock and a sweet whimper leaves his lips. “How the hell is it so big?”
A chuckle shakes me. “What can I say? I’m a big man. Do you like what you see, Little Human?”
His eyes snap up to mine. He licks his lips and shakes his head.
“N-no.” he stammers, cheeks turning bright pink.
“You don’t need to lie to me, Little Human. I can smell just how much you enjoyed every single thing that just happened. It’s okay to want me.” I rumble. “I sure as hell want you.”
He shakes his head. “Get out.” He wants to be mad, but I can smell just how much he liked our little game just now.
But, I don’t want to piss him off. At least, not right now. So I take a step back and tuck my cock back inside my pants.
When he deems me far enough to his liking, he steps forward, attempting to get out and reach for the towel, but he slips on the puddle of cum and falls backwards.
He goes down with a grunt, hitting his back against the floor.
I’m unable to keep my laughter in, stepping back into the stall and loom over him. “I honestly have no idea how you managed to live this long.” I grin down at him.
He’s pissed, nostrils flaring as he glares at me. I bet he wants to kill me right now. Why does the thought make me hard?
“First drowning in your own piss, now slipping in a puddle of cum.” I shake my head. “It’s a good thing you’re my mate, or I might be a little turned off by now.”
“Get. Out.” he growls through gritted teeth.
“Angry like a little kitten.” I chuckle. “You really are adorable. I can’t wait to ruin you.”
Leaving Onyx laying in our combined releases, the water beating down on him, hopefully washing away his shame, I leave him be.
I’ve been around for thousands of years, and this is the most fun I’ve had so far. This is going to be fun. Real fun.
Chapter
Seven
Onyx
My ass hurts from slipping in the shower, and I rub it gently with the towel as I dry off. This is fucking bullshit. Even the happy glow from coming is fading away too quickly.
So what if I think the psychotic murdering reaper is hot? Can’t a guy have some secrets?
He just appears wherever he wants to, and obviously has magical powers I’m not completely aware of. Hell, I remember he shoved my foot into my piss before I clonked my head on the fucking toilet. How much of my death was he responsible for?
“I can hear you thinking, Little Human!” Bane yells from the bedroom.
Sticking my tongue out, knowing he can’t see me with the partially closed door, I grumble under my breath as I start looking for a toothbrush and toothpaste. I don’t care if I’m dead. Oral care is important to me. If Bane’s sense of smell is strong, bad breath would be the kiss of death for me.
I snort in derision at the insanity of my thoughts, because they’re morbid and silly. However, Bane would definitely point out my less than fresh breath in the most cruel way possible.
Stupid hot fucking reaper. Ugh!
“Thank god…ah, the devil?” I ask myself as I find the essentials lined up in a cabinet. This is going to take some getting used to.
Opening a fresh toothbrush just makes me happy. What can I say? There’s even floss too. Bane growls under his breath from the next room because he thinks I’m pouting, while I simply roll my eyes.
