Christ, I’d been dosed. I’d forgotten how potent fresh pixie dust could be. It was incredibly rare to come into contact with pixies who’d only just inherited the ability. I needed to get away from them before they sent me into a full-on dust-induced hallucination.
Backing up rapidly, I raised my gloved hands in front of my face and looked away. Unfortunately, the drugging effect of their dust had me moving a bit like a bull in a china shop, my reaction time sluggish. I ended up falling into a wall of hostas, their lush leaves brushing my cheek before the pots crashed to the floor.
“Ahhh! Get away from him, Blossom. He’s a monster!” Itch shouted, snagging the pixie nearest me and tugging her back.
“Demon! Murderer!” Tangle hissed at me, his tiny fingers making a cross as if that could ward me off.
“Only one o’those isss accurate,” I slurred, attempting to right myself.
“What did those plants ever do to you? Look at them. You killed them,” Fancy scolded.
With a slow blink, I followed her pointed finger and took in the withered brown leaves on the floor.
“He’s Death,” Pepper whispered. “I knew the horsemen were here, but I didn’t think they’d come for us.”
I shook my head to try and clear my view. Sadly, it didn’t help.
“I’m not... here for... you.” It was hard to form words. It felt like I had to over-enunciate to counteract the effects of the drug.
“See to it ye never are. We’re immortal unless a creature like you takes us down.” Itch flitted in front of his companions, arms splayed out protectively. “Get out of our greenhouse. You’ve done enough damage already.”
I snarled accidentally as I moved to stand, and the little pixies shrieked before darting out of sight. Trails of multi-hued dust hung in the air like phantom fireworks, and I couldn’t help but scowl at them as I batted them away.
Unfortunately, all the move did was send more of the potent hallucinogen up my nose.
“Bleeding hell,” I grunted. “You’re in a damn ssstate, Brimsy . . . Grisby . . . Grim.”
What would my wildflower say if she could see me now? Probably laugh her sweet arse off, and rightfully so. I could not picture a more undignified state for the horseman Death to be found in.
An unexpected tingling started crawling along the nape of my neck.
Uh-oh.
“There’sss sstrouble afoot,” I said, an honest-to-God giggle escaping me before I could stop it.
Fuck. Me.
I hated this. I’d never been less in control of myself. And now I was being summoned.
This did not fucking bode well.
The tingling, while unexpected, was not unfamiliar. Death lurked on the horizon. Not literally, I was still very much in the greenhouse... right? I glanced down quickly to check that I hadn’t suddenly teleported. No. Still in the greenhouse.
I let out a sigh of relief.
A rush of heat engulfed me, starting in my chest before spreading across my extremities.Everyextremity. Fuck, I needed my Merri.
Right. Bloody. Now.
But the tingling came again, more insistently this time. I couldn’t ignore it much longer.
Blast it all.
Lifting my hand to wipe away the sudden sweat dotting my brow, I let out a near orgasmic groan at the brush of leather over my skin. Oh, this was very, very bad.
Death could not show up to a claiming—as Sin would say—tripping balls.
My cock was rock hard, straining in my trousers, and painfully obvious at present. That fucking pixie dust had done a number on me. I was afraid if I attempted to adjust myself, I might bring myself off instead. But it had to be done. I couldn’t walk around with a flagpole in my pants.
