Chapter 27

"Lean back against the wall for me. That's it," he praised when I instantly obeyed. For a moment he just stared at me, grey eyes devouring the sight of my face, my body on display for him. "You are so beautiful you ruin me."

I sucked in a surprised breath when he sank to his knees in the shower stall, warm hands on my knees, encouraging my legs wider. Oh, he was going to… What was with these death gods and their obsession with eating my pussy?1

"Devastating," Death breathed, and glided his hands over my thighs and around their pale curves to hold my ass as his tongue dove into my pussy. He licked a long, slow stroke, his tongue vibrating with a groan like I tasted amazing.

"Fuck," he breathed, hands tightening on me as he dove back into my pussy with a passion that edged into wild, frantic need. Like he'd die without another taste.

I covered my mouth with my hand but a moan escaped. Tor had been all cleverness and skill, finding exactly what made me gasp. Death ate me with a wild ferocity, mouth dragging over me, moaning against my pussy, tongue moving in insane strokes and flicks. He wasn't careful, wasn't precise; he wanted to taste everything at once. He buried his whole face in my pussy, and growled when my legs began to shake, my breathing quickening.

"Oh shit," I gasped when he flicked his tongue over my clit. A whining moan clawed from my throat at how fucking good it felt. I pulsed, ached, tightened.

"Don't you dare come," he growled, dragging his mouth back to my entrance, possessive hands squeezing my ass as his tongue dove inside, curling, undulating.

"Death," I breathed, my hand shooting down, grabbing a fistful of his braids.

"I can feel you holding yourself still, little one," he chided. "You want to ride my face, then ride my face."

"God," I choked out, my body shuddering, legs weak. I leaned back against the wall and rolled my hips against his tongue.

"Too polite." He dragged his mouth up my pussy in a deep, sucking stroke; the suction made my eyes cross. "Ride my fucking face, Cat. For every second you hesitate, I'll hold back one climax from you."

I gasped, my eyes flashing wide.

"That's one second," he said, watching me from where he knelt on the floor. "Two. Three."

Oh god, I wouldn't survive. He would kill me. I tightened my fist in his hair and pushed his face into my pussy, jerking my hips up and struggling to breathe when he groaned his approval. He ate me with a rapid ferocity that made my eyes cross. Oh god, yes. "Fuck, fuck."

I bit my bottom lip, warmth wrapping around me, pleasure building so swiftly in my lower belly, my clit sharp and throbbing—

"No," I gasped when he tore his mouth away, overpowering me so easily that my control over him had been an illusion. "Please."

"You hesitated, little one," he said with disapproval that made my heart hurt. Sitting back on his heels he watched my pussy throb, desperate, pleading.

"This is cruel," I complained, my inner muscles tight, so close, so painfully close. They clenched when Death's warm hands skimmed up my legs, gliding over my wet skin.

"You need to learn proper behaviour, my bride. I can feel you holding back, and with me you never need to hold back any part of you. You don't need shields. When you're with me, you leave all your anxiety behind."

"I don't know how to do that," I laughed, a little sharply.

His hands skimmed up and down my legs. "Take a deep breath for me. There you go, that's perfect. Keep breathing deeply, and relax your muscles, starting with your feet, your legs, your arms and chest, and all the way up to your neck. Beautiful," he praised when I did, haltingly and a little nervously. I didn't relax like this with anyone. Sometimes not even with myself. But Death's gentle tone and the warmth of the water made it easier.

A deeper breath expelled from my lungs, and I felt a weight lift.

"That's it," Death murmured, kissing the inside of my thigh, his breath hot on my skin. "That's my girl. Stay like that for me, and when you want me harder or faster or deeper, you just roll your hips up against me, grab my hair, whatever you naturally want to do—don't fight it. Take everything you want."

"Except an orgasm?" I asked sourly, making him laugh.

"Don't worry, my wife, I'll give you plenty."

I scowled, the expression coming freer now I'd relaxed. "Liar."

"I never lie," he said, and dove his tongue back into my pussy, eating me with the ferocity that made my breath catch. This time I didn't hold myself against the wall; I rolled my hips into the wild thrusts of his tongue, and grabbed his head to keep that euphoric sensation against my clit until a deep sigh punched from me.

"Fuck, that feels good," I groaned, my eyes fluttering shut. The contrast between his soft tongue and the vicious hunger guiding his motions sent me crashing towards the edge so fast. My hips jolted against his face, my breathing lighter, sharper. "Please, Death. Please."

He tore away when I was right on the edge, and my back arched off the wall, my hips bucking, jerking, begging.

"Please," I whined, my whole body gripped by the sharp intensity of near-orgasm. "Please."

He rose from his knees in a rush, crowding me back against the wall. He kissed me so hard I couldn't keep up, wilting from how fucking close I was, how much I ached, hurting, to come. I reached between our bodies, but my fingers barely glanced over my clit before a strong hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled it away.

"No. You're going to be my perfect, obedient wife and come on my cock. Aren't you?"

"Yes," I gasped jaggedly, my hips stuttering, my skin so sensitive that I burned where we touched.

"One more edge, little one, and then you can come as many times as you need." Death's lips pressed to my forehead, and then he was catching me up in his arms, my legs around his waist, my back to the wall and—

My eyes crossed. I came instantly, a half-thrust all it took to throw me violently over the edge. Death swore softly, reverently as I gasped and shook, my pussy clamping down around his cock in powerful waves as pleasure wrung everything from me.

"You tried so beautifully," he murmured when I stopped shuddering. "I'm not mad or disappointed, little one. It's my fault you were so sensitive, you couldn't help but come."

I cried out loudly when he withdrew and sank in deeper, my pussy so fucking sensitive. "It's too much—too much."

"If it's really too much, you can tell me to stop. Just say my name." His lips brushed my ear as he held me to the wall, thrusting even deeper, stretching me around his thickness until I couldn't breathe. "Just say Jermaine, and I'll stop. But you won't say it, will you, little one?"

"No," I whimpered, clinging to his warm shoulders, my eyes slamming shut when he fucked me faster, still hitting so deep, stretching me so much, that I couldn't take it. "I won't—but it's—ah, please, Death, please—"

His lips dragged down my sensitive throat, placing a kiss on my pulse. "Call me what you really want to, and I'll give you what this pussy is begging me for."

I spasmed around him, my hips shaking, and buried my face in his shoulder. "Please, daddy."

"Good girl," he praised, and tightened his hands on my ass, driving harder, so much faster.

Oh, god.

Oh, I couldn't—

He drew back to watch me, his eyes roving across my features. "I love those faces you make. Such pretty faces."

I whined, squirming. Unable to do anything but take what he gave me.

He fucked me over the edge and into a second orgasm so fast, I couldn't bear it. Liquid lightning charged my bloodstream until I shook violently. My eyes rolled all the way back into my head. I whimpered and cried and moaned, clinging to him.

The door to the shower room creaked open. My hips jerked. I tightened around his cock, my orgasm drawn out mercilessly.

The thought of getting caught was terrifying, mortifying, but it made me come harder.

Death's hand covered my mouth, his smoky eyes intense when I blinked up at him, mine heavy lidded.

"Be very quiet, little one," he warned, his lips finding my forehead, his cock not slowing for one second. The slap of wet skin against wet skin would give us away in an instant, but the warning and his hand over my mouth heightened everything until I came apart in a rush, my third climax hitting with so much force that my back arched and I froze, locked in place.

"That's my girl, that's my girl," Death chanted in a whisper, driving all the way into me and hauling my body against his until I splayed against his chest. "That's my fucking girl," he breathed, gasping, holding me fiercely as his cock went wild inside me.

We stayed like that for long minutes, and I was glad for Ford's expensive showers never going cold as water washed over us. In the stall beside us, someone was clearly showering, hopefully unaware of what Death and I had done beside them.

My husband cleaned me with whispered praises, always returning to my lips for kisses. We waited until whoever was in the stall beside us left to shut off our water and get dry and dressed, Death clothing himself with a gesture and a rush of power.

He walked me back to my room where he indulged me in another kiss or five, and stroked his hands down my wet hair.

"I'll be back tonight. Go spend time with your friends. Eat. Sleep." His next kiss landed between my eyes and lingered. "You were perfect, Cat. So fucking perfect for me."

I swallowed, a lump rising in my throat. "You were perfect, too."

His smile was contagious and unbearably handsome. I leaned up for another kiss, greedy for more.

"My insatiable wife," he said against my mouth, then groaned when I sucked his tongue into my mouth. "I suppose one more orgasm won't hurt."

He fused his mouth to mine, vanished our clothes with a single thought, and took me on the desk until all my things crashed to the floor and the shape of his body was imprinted on mine.

I hated Nightmare for cursing me, but I loved this, loved having two husbands who were sweet and sexy and insane in bed.

I just didn't know if I'd get to keep them if the curse broke.