Chapter 9: Vincent

I knew she would come for me again tonight; it was only a matter of time. I knew yesterday, when Zain told me he was being transferred to Melford, that he would have no trouble finding her. In typical Zain fashion, though, he would also tell her too much.

I haven't mentioned Zain to Amri - ever. I never mentioned I already had a lover, a partner, who wasn't her. What good would it do? Amri had to come to the conclusion herself that we could be together as a group, the three of us. Well, technically four if you count Callyx.

Then there's the problem of her nurse. He's gotten too close to my siren; I could tell that much by how hard he was trying to get to her when I locked him and the other guards inside after Amri chased me last week.

There's also the small matter of her dreams. The one's she's had of said nurse the whole week she was in solitary. Dreams of her and him, together, and I have a feeling he's not against that idea at all.

I feel a slight tugging in my head, little pinpricks all over that signal someone is waiting for me in the dreamscape. I can tell from the feeling of the pinpricks that it's Callyx dreaming and not Zain. Zain is more controlled, the strings at my brain tugging in a straight line, calling me directly toward him. Callyx is more…wild. The strings go in all different directions, but they pull me all the same. The strings for Amri are less of strings and more of one strong single rope pulling me in her direction. All of them different in how they call to me, but equally strong, equally important to my soul.

I told Amri she needs strength to hold a Reaper's soul, and I wasn't lying. I need her to gain strength before she comes to the Underworld before I officially claim her as mine in front of Hades himself and the rest of the Reaper family.

See, Reapers are not easy souls to keep. One has to be strong of heart, body, mind, and soul to keep us tethered to them. Which is why I sent her Callyx and Zain. They are already strong enough, but I need him to get Amri up to Hades's standards before I bring her soul down to me. Hades will test her in ways I can't imagine. Each of his tests is different for each suitor and living with the Reapers causes a lot of suitors.

Each Reaper takes multiple partners, depending on their strength and age. My father, the King of the Reapers, has five – the most out of any living, or dead, Reaper. Callyx and Zain will count as two because there are two souls, no matter what body they're in now - and when they come to the Underworld, Callyx will get his own body. Amri makes three. She already has the emotional strength, but she still requires the mental strength and the strength of her soul to be deemed worthy of me by Hades and my father. Such is the life of a prince.

I feel the tugging in my mind become more persistent, ripping at my head instead of tugging. Callyx is getting impatient, the fucking animal, but his impatience is one of the reasons I love him. It means he gets things done with no regrets. That's what I need when it comes to Amri. Someone to train her, make her strong in every way so that she can reach her full potential – potential she isn't even aware that she has.

I get up from my bed, not bothering to put a shirt on over my slacks, or shoes on my bare feet. My dark hair hangs loosely around my face and probably sticks up around all sides, considering I've been lounging in bed waiting for the last few hours for one of them to call me. The fact that Amri hasn't yet is…concerning.

I walk over to the large mirror opposite of my bed because screw the bad luck and wave my hand in front of it until it ripples, showing Callyx standing at my back.

I feel his hand come up and wrap around my throat from behind. His body closes in behind mine and his breath tickles the hairs on my neck making me shiver.

"Hello, Callyx," I whisper, watching his eyes roam over my bare chest in the mirror. My eyes catch on the various cuts and bruises along his neck and face, including what is going to be a nice black eye.

"Hiya, Vinny. Did you miss me?"

His tongue shoots out and slides up the back of my neck, making me bite my lip and reach behind me to grab his waist. He continues his kisses around the side of my neck and up until he reaches my ear. My earlobe gets sucked into his mouth at the same moment he takes a few steps forward, shoving me into the mirror in front of me .

"Yes, I missed you. I have some steam to blow off thanks to that little siren of yours, and since it's your fault we're in this predicament, you're going to take care of me."

I chuckle. "Oh, I am, am I?"

I wouldn't let anyone else talk to me this way. People fear me, people fear death. Even other Reapers fear the Grim Prince. Not my Callyx, though. Not Zain, and not Amri. Her attacking me the other day is proof of that.

Those three are the only ones allowed to see the other side of me. The side that needs that loss of control, needs to be bossed around and put on my knees for the pleasure of my partners. I like to push Callyx back a little, make him really take control, and show me his animalistic side. That's exactly what I need right now. I need to be used.

"Yes," he growls lowly in my ear, "You're going to get on your knees, slide these pants down my legs, and then take my cock in your mouth and suck me dry."

I don't move for a moment, waiting to see what he'll do next if I continue to defy him. All it takes is a few seconds of me not moving before his hand moves from my throat to the nape of my neck, grabbing a handful of hair, forcing me to turn around and drop to my knees in front of him.

"Being a brat today, are you? I've got something to fix that." He shoves his pants down, his cock springing to life in front of my face, and my mouth starts to water at the sight of it.

Leaning forward, I kiss the head before sliding the tip of my tongue up and down the length of his cock. He shutters beneath my touch and slides his fingers through my hair. The gentleness of it makes me pause in curiosity – gentle is not normal for him.

"Did I say you could stop?" He gets a handful of my hair and slams his cock to the back of my throat, making me choke and spit come out the sides of my mouth.

There's the real Callyx.

I reach my hand up and wrap it around his balls, gripping them and pulling them down, knowing he loves it when I'm a little rough with him, too.

His moans mix with the wet sound of my mouth around him, spit slides down my chin, and drips on the floor beneath me, but I couldn't care less. He needed this. I needed this. And I'm the one making him moan out my name.

His gentleness from before is nowhere in sight as he continues to fuck my face. My other hand goes behind him and grabs his ass, pulling him closer to me until I can no longer taste the ashy oxygen from the Underworld in my lungs.

"That's it. My little cumslut is desperate for me." He looks down at me, our eyes meeting. I watch as he bites his lip and throws his head back, groaning loudly through his teeth. I know from this that he's close, it's his sign.

I double my efforts, bringing my hand from his balls to stroke the bottom half of his length as I focus on his head. It leaks precum into my mouth and I savor the taste as he continues to pound into me. When my jaw starts to get sore from staying open so long, and breathing through my nose begins to get difficult, I feel his body tense underneath me.

He moans my name, telling me what a good little whore I am as he fills my mouth. I swallow down what I can, licking more from my lips and chin before looking up at him, finding him adjusting his pants through the gray scrubs.

He holds his hand out to me, helping me up from the floor and leading me to my bed.

"So," I break the silence, "You met Amri. "

"Yes, I met the little firedrake this morning after I got through intake. Looks like my assigned nurse is the one you've told me about."

I grunt, laying down on my bed after him and propping my head up on my hand. "And?"

"And you were right. There's definitely something going on between them." He sighs, motioning to his face. "Obviously."

"We're going to have to do something about him."

"Well, you're the one who stopped me from killing him earlier, so I think it's your turn to try."

"I stopped you from killing him because it would have screwed us over in the long run and you know that. You have a problem with not thinking things through before you act on it."

Look at me, being a hypocrite. I was just telling myself how much I loved his act first, ask questions later attitude.

"I know but beating the shit out of him sure felt right." He laughs. "I can't wait to see her again. If she tried to attack me once already, I can't imagine how she's going to react to me attacking her little Casanova."

I sit up. "She tried to attack you?"

He nods, reaching down to adjust the growing length in his pants. That's another thing I love about him – his stamina. "When she figured out I knew you, more than knew you, she wasn't very happy about it."

"Callyx. What did you say to her?" I ask, the need to submit no longer rearing up. Now all I wanted to do was control the situation, dominate him and force the answers out of his unwilling mouth. Gone was the gentle Reaper, in its place stood Death, waiting to collect.

"The truth. Told her I knew you, fucked you – and liked fucking you. She didn't take it very well."

"You fucker!" I turn toward him and feel my face flickering from human to my Reaper form. "I told you not to mention our relationship to her! You've ruined everything! We were supposed to ease her into it!"

He holds his hands up, laughing softly. "Hey, hey, hey. It wasn't me; it was Zain. He may be the more controlled of us, but you know he wasn't completely on board with this whole thing with the siren."

My body shakes in aggravation. "Zain. Come out. Now."

Callyx tilts his head to the side before shaking it, "He doesn't want to."

"Zain, I'm not fucking joking with you. Come out now."

He shakes his head again.

Right as I was about to force Zain out, I feel the telltale tug on my brain of Amri calling me.

"Ugh, I don't have time for this." I get out of bed, adjusting my dick in my pants so that the bulge is less obvious.

"You've got to stop leaving my dreams for hers!" I hear from behind me. The voice is different, telling me Callyx handed off control to Zain.

"I've got to get her on board, since you went and fucked it up."

"Vincent!" I hear Zain call my name from behind me, but I'm already waving my hand at the mirror and watching the ripples take me into Amri's dreamscape.