Reaper Mine: A Reaper Novel (20 page)

Victor laughed, and Elle moaned pressing into him. “Oh Victor I really like it when you do that.” Her eyes had closed, and she looked ready to come. So Victor leaned down and hummed deep making his chest vibrate against her, and Elle nearly came off the bed as her entire body arched into him. “Holy shit.” She could barely draw air into her lungs to say the words.

“Wait until I do that with my cock buried to the hilt inside of you,” Victor promised.

Elle’s eyes snapped open and she gasped and shook her head. “You can’t. It will kill me, I swear to the gods, it will.”

Victor laughed again, making her thrash from side to side. Her bottom lip sucked between her teeth, she bit down until he was afraid she was going to draw blood. So, he bent down and sucked it into his mouth, soothing it with his own tongue. After a moment, he leaned back, “I’m going to climb off the bed and take my pants off. You will climb out of those shorts.”

She nodded, chewing her bottom lip again. They were both breathing erratically. Victor lifted himself off of Elle and stripped out of his fatigues in record time. As he turned back to the bed, Elle was kicking off the boy shorts she had on. She stopped mid-kick, her mouth going slack.

“Holy holy cow.” Then she grabbed a pillow and pulled it over her face and screamed.

Victor looked down at himself wondering if something horrible had happened. Nothing horrible disfiguring had happened beside the fact he was painfully and might he say impressively erect.

He pulled a corner of the pillow away, so he could see Elle's eyes. "I know I've only known you for a week. But, I feel like I've come to know you rather well in that time. These little freak outs are rather cute. Right now though… a little weird." Elle’s eyes just rounded on him, and then words he couldn’t make out muffled through the pillow.

“Yeah, sorry sweetheart. I don’t speak pillow,” Victor said giving her a smile.

Elle pulled the pillow down and climbed up the bed using the pillow to cover herself. Which Victor wasn’t happy about, he had actually been enjoying the view. “I like that you don’t have cloven feet.” Of everything he had been expecting her to say that hadn’t been it.

“Um thank you.”

She gave him a smile. “You’re welcome.”

“That is why you screamed?” he asked.

“Oh no. I screamed because you have a very very large penis,” she said. “And…it’s been um…a significant amount of time for me. It was a knee jerk reaction. I apologize for that. It just kinda happened. Then I screamed more because I was screaming. And then I hid, because I was screaming. Now, I would like to just die, thank you. Do you think anyone else heard?”

Victor was positive everyone in the house heard, but he wasn’t going to let her know that, and if anyone else brought it up he would kill them. “Of course not,” he lied without even blinking.

Victor climbed on the bed and pulled Elle down half under him surprised when she went willingly. “I didn’t mean to act like some virgin or anything. I’m not. I was just shocked for a second. Then I was shocked at how I reacted. Can we start over?”

Victor shook his head. “No, starting over would likely kill me. But we can start from here.”

“Let’s pretend you didn’t just scream because I have the largest cock you’ve ever seen,” Victor said placing kisses along her shoulders.

Elle laughed this time. “Um, that’s not really what I said.”

“Really?” Victor asked, kissing the shell of her ear. “Hmmm, that’s strange. Because that’s what I heard.”

She started to relax and he rolled her over him. “How about you show me some of that, licking and kissing you told me about earlier. Then you won’t be so intimidated.” And hopefully she would relax again, before he died. She gave him a shy smile that made it worth it, and he lay back with his hands stacked behind his head and vowed he would do whatever it took to make her comfortable. But gods it was going to be difficult.

Elle looked over Victor, she had never had a man at her disposal before. Being an empath she had sensed so much backlash. She felt it had mixed with what she had wanted during sex, but with Victor, it was about what she wanted.

She loomed above him. He was watching her with his dark hooded eyes. She couldn’t feel anything from him. She should ask him what he wanted but it was about what she wanted, passion and need crashed through her making her feel almost out of control for this man.

She started by running her hands up his glorious chest, then dragging her fingernails back down over his chest and his abs. Then she bent down and kissed his stomach, she ran her tongue along the ridges of his muscles. She found the sacred V and worshiped that with her mouth, leaving wet trails. Elle massaged his chest and collarbone. She kissed him on the mouth, tangled her tongue with his.

Elle turned him over and explored his back and dipped her tongue into the dimples just above his ass. When she was done with his legs she turned him over again and sucked on the insteps of his feet giggling again about thinking he might have had cloven feet.

When she was totally done with his entire body she was so hot, she could barely breathe and was seriously thinking about humping his leg. The only place she hadn’t touched was his large cock, and it stood out, proud waiting its turn. She looked at it now. Then looked up at Victor, his eyes burned with passion.

His breathing had grown hard and fast, and she knew what he was waiting for she couldn’t put him off any longer. She kneeled before him now and reached forward. Victor’s entire body jerked, as she took his cock into her hand

“Elle, I’m on a short leash sweetheart. I need you bad.” His words were uttered in such a hoarse whisper it made her wet, and she didn’t think she could get any wetter.

She needed to let him know she was just as hot for him, so without breaking eye contact with him she reached down and with one finger she swirled it deep in her wet folds. Victor hissed. “Fuck, Elle.”

She drew the finger out and took the finger and swirled her juices around Victor’s hard cock. Victor let his head fall back and he moaned as she wrapped her fist around his base and squeezed. “Gods Elle, I need you so bad,” His hips jerked up. And she pressed him down.

“Calm,” she whispered squeezing him tight.

Victor’s eyes snapped open, for a second he looked like he was about to lose control. Then he was taking deep breaths. “I need you, Elle.”

She rolled onto him and fused her lips with his. “I’m right here Victor.”

He rolled her over as he kissed her, and Elle let the kiss sweep her away. He took one leg, holding her open to him. He moved down, so he could see her. “You are so beautiful.”

Elle turned her head embarrassed, but Victor turned her so she was looking at him. “You are beautiful and don’t let anyone tell you different.” He held himself so close to her all thought was gone.

Elle nodded and then she wasn’t thinking anymore because Victor was pressing into her. And he was so big, it was uncomfortable and it was so amazing. Victor was sweating trying to hold back from slamming into her, she was so tight.

Victor couldn’t believe how amazing she felt, it felt like a million tongues licking at him at once. And he wasn’t even in all the way. “Elle?” he asked.

She was so tense under him he had to stop. “Baby, just let me in.” He was a god damned Reaper, and she had brought him to his knees. Brought to his knees begging to be let into her body. And he would continue to beg, because she was worth it.

She relaxed and Victor could feel himself slide in just another inch. “That’s it baby.” He dropped kisses along her jaw. Against her hairline, he whispered words of praise into her ear, begged her to let him in. Said whatever it would take, as their sweaty bodies’ glided and slide together.

Gods, he didn’t know how long it took, but he finally slide the last little bit. And he was in. Elle smiled up at him. And he kissed her long and hard, she was his. Dante may have the stone that prohibited him from claiming her soul but she was his and he was never going to let her go.

“Do you trust me?” Victor asked.

Elle nodded, and Victor wanted to shout to the gods, that she now belonged to him. To the Freaks, there was no way they would ever touch her again. He leaned down and kissed her gently. Then he started to move, gliding out until just the tip of his throbbing cock balanced at her hot wet entrance. Elle clenched trying to keep him inside of her body rejecting his retreat.

Victor flexed his hips driving himself deeply back into her, making Elle gasp. He pulled back out and flexed forward and backed out. Until Elle was wild. When she was gasping, Victor pulled all the way out, and he bent down pushing two fingers into her, flicking her with his tongue. Elle came undone, calling out his name.

Elle came undone calling out Victor’s name, as she came down Victor straightened and smiled. “That was beautiful.” He buried himself into her and laughed pressing himself against her.

She shrieked into his mouth making him laugh all the more and she shuddered around his cock. He pounded into her, his mind and body coming unhinged. He wasn’t thinking anymore. It was all about feeling now. Elle shattered around him, and he lost control pounding into her. Finally finding his own release, unable to hold anything back, he buried himself inside Elle. He called her name and wrapped her in his arms so tight, he wasn’t sure where she started and he ended.

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They stayed wrapped around each other for a long time neither moving, but she knew they couldn’t stay like this forever, life would eventually come knocking.

“Something’s happened?” she asked not pulling away from the safety of his arms.

“Yes,” he whispered. But didn’t say more for a long time and she let him hold her until he was ready to explain. “Aldon is a Son of Adam.”

Elle pulled away from Victor. “Excuse me?”

“Aldon is a Son of Adam,” he said again. Elle processed the information and she opened and closed her mouth several times before she pushed away from him and scrambled from the bed. She needed to get out of there, she needed to hide. If the Sons of Adam were able to get ahold of her, they could bind her to them. And unlike any other Other being, a demi-god didn’t fall under the same laws as the Others. And being cursed they could kill her, this Aldon could force her to mate with him and then the Sons of Adam would be invincible and they would be immortal like they always wanted.

“Elle!” Victor shouted.

“What?”

Victor grabbed her as she passed and held her by putting a hand on each of her shoulders. “You are running in circles, ringing your hands. I told you I was going to keep you safe.”

She laughed, she couldn’t help it. “Really? How?” She was bordering on hysteria but this was insane. Elle couldn’t fight an entire race of men.

“Haven’t I kept you from him so far?” Victor’s dark eyes were hard and he looked so sure. Elle had to admit as she looked at him she felt calmer.

“This is absurd, why is this happening?” Elle asked folding herself into Victor’s arms. She wrapped her arms around his stomach and held onto him. How had he become so important to her so fast?

“Do you really want the answer, Elle?” Victor asked.

Elle cringed at the way he asked the question. She pushed away from him and moved to the window she hugged herself. “I’m the weakest,” she said more to herself then to him. It was something she had heard numerous times. It was why she hid, why Helena did everything she could to keep her hidden. Why she was so isolated, and why Victor had become so important to her so fast because he showed her attention and Elle just soaked it up because she was starved of it. And who wouldn’t want to soak it up like a little sponge.

“I’m pathetic,” she said turning to Victor, tears she desperately wanted to hold back sprung to her eyes. Her hands fisted as they dropped to her sides. “I’m a cursed and pathetic demi-god.”

Victor started to interrupt her and she stopped him. “Don’t,” she shouted at him. “Don’t you dare start to make excuses. You have no idea who I am, what I am. Do you think because we had mind blowing sex, you understand who I am? That you somehow know me? You don’t. You don’t know me, or know what I have done to survive. Why I am cursed. I was deserving of my curse, Victor. Don’t you wonder why no Reaper or Angel ever comes for my soul? Because I am damned, not just cursed but damned as well,” she shouted her voice cracking with the tears now running down her face unchecked.

Her words didn’t stop Victor from moving towards her and she slapped him on the chest when he tried to gather her close. “I am the most pathetic creature on the mortal plane.” She pushed him away. “I think my sister is working with the Tribunal, now the Sons of Adam want to mate with me and that bastard has an endless number of Freaks at his disposal fighting for him. And to top it off I summoned a Reaper to be my champion.” Elle threw her hands in the air and collapsed down on the floor. Elle pulled her knees up. She hid her head in her arms and cried. “I should have never answered my phone. I should have climbed into my cave and pushed my panic button and come out in ten years.”

“Are you done?” Victor asked from above her.

Elle didn’t look up. “No,” she answered.

Victor snorted his laughter, and then picked her up. She squeaked as he threw her over his shoulder, realizing she was naked as the day she had been created. “As much as I would like to let you have your moment of pity, we really don’t have time. Get over it.” He carried her into the bathroom and she hung limply over his shoulder as he turned the shower on.