“You could. But we can’t take the easy way out all the time, Bane.” he sighs like he’s annoyed. What does he have to be annoyed with? I’m the one annoyed. I could be having mind blowing sex right now instead of walking. I don’t even need to walk, I can hover, float, or appear anywhere I want to go.
This seems like unnecessary steps.
“Why not?” I ask. “If I have the power to do so, why wouldn’t I?”
“We’re going to live forever, yes?”
“Of course."
“Then that means we have millions of hours we need to kill. If we do everything the easy way, we’re going to get bored fast. We don’t have to rush through them. Just take the time to enjoy the small things. It helps pass the time.”
“If you get bored, we can just have sex.”
“Sex sex sex.” he shouts. “That’s all you think about.”
“That is not true.” I scoff. “I think about death too. And murder.” I point at him. “Oh, and killing you while fucking.”
“That’s still sex!”
“It’s the fun kind of sex!” I shout back.
“You are a stubborn bastard." He glares up at me, nostrils flaring.
“And you’re a bratty human!” I growl.
His chest heaves, anger in his eyes. It makes my cock grow, the need to wrap my hand around his neck and shove him against the nearest tree and fuck him until he literally can’t breath.
Ripping his eyes away from me, he starts to walk faster.
I know I need to calm down. Onyx is stubborn and normally I can fuck it out of him, but clearly, that’s not going to happen right now.
Last time I pushed him, he gave me the cold shoulder for a week. Do you know how fucking hard it was not being able to touch my mate that long? I thought I was going to go mad.
I know how to push my boundaries, get what I want. But I’d never actually force myself on Onyx if he truly didn’t want me to. And right now, he doesn’t want sex.
I’ll wait. Fucking hell, I’ll wait.
We make our way into town. Onyx walks a few feet ahead of me. I don’t like it. I want to be next to him, arms wrapped around him possessively.
Letting my shadows flow free, I get them to hover near him. He wants to throw his little fit, I’ll let him, but I’m still not going to allow anyone the chance to get too close.
People stop Onyx in the street, chatting to him like they’re old friends. I start to grow irritated. How the hell does he know so many people?
Anger rises inside me, my fists clenched at my side. The only reason why people have the nerve to talk to him so openly with no fear right now is because I’ve made myself invisible. The only person who can see me right now is Onyx.
Onyx stops at one of the vendors on the street and my blood runs cold as I see who he’s talking to. Ivan, one of the slimiest incubi in Hell. He chats up my mate, laughing like they’re the best of friends. He hands Onyx a bag and tells him to come back soon. That he’s welcome any time.
That's not going to be happening. Can’t visit someone who’s dead.
Onyx continues on and I follow behind. As I’m walking past, one of my shadows shoots out and pierces Ivan right through the heart.
His eyes go wide, taken by surprise. At the moment between life and death he sees me.
My lips curve into a sinister smile as he looks at me with fury in his eyes. “Hope it fucking hurts.” I snarl low enough for him to hear before he drops dead behind his stand.
No one sees, no one seems to care.
I keep walking, following behind Onyx now in a much better mood. I’m grinning like a fool as every person Onyx talks to starts dropping like flies.
