Page 5 of All Hallows Trick (Sick and Twisted #3)

CHAPTER FOUR

CAT

G entle hands woke me, fingertips taking a meandering path down my side to my hips. With my eyes closed, I didn’t know whose weight settled between my legs until braids stroked over my chest and soft lips placed open-mouthed kisses on my throat, making me melt into the cushions.

“Hi, daddy,” I breathed, stretching under him.

Another slow, sucking kiss to my neck. “Good morning, little one.”

I hitched my right leg up and wrapped it around his thigh, languid pleasure flowing through me at his weight above me, his lips kissing along my jaw, tingles concentrating in all the places we touched. I was warm and wet and surrounded by his muscle, skin pressed to my skin, his burnt sugar scent sweetening my senses when I inhaled a long breath. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this relaxed.

“What happened to my pyjamas?” I asked with a soft laugh.

“You don’t need them.”

“And my underwear?”

“Lost forever, I fear.”

A smile settled on my face, and I opened my eyes to look at him. 1 “You stole my underwear?”

Death drew back to look at me, grey eyes sparkling with affection and mirth. “I’m the physical embodiment of death, little bride. Do you think the physical embodiment of death would do something so trivial as stealing underwear?”

My smile hooked into a smirk. “Yup. So, where’d you stash them?”

His lips twitched. “My coat pocket. I’ll carry the scent of you with me always.”

“That’s so sweet.” I kissed him, a soft, teasing brush. “And borderline crazy.”

“Just borderline?” His almost-smile became a wolfish grin. “I need to work harder on that.”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders when he kissed me with hot-burning passion, sinking my hands into his hair to cup the back of his head. The fact we were both smiling as we kissed gave me butterflies. I hooked my other leg around his and reached between us, stroking my palm over the warm skin of his stomach to grasp his cock, lining him up with me.

“I didn’t get you ready for me yet, little one,” he said against my lips, broad hands sliding down my spine, the sensation so good I arched into it.

“I was ready the moment I woke up and felt you on top of me,” I replied, the soft lull of our voices creating a quiet intimacy that reached my soul. I glided my hand up and down his length twice and guided him inside. The hushed groan that left Death’s lips warmed my throat, and an answering sound left me as he rolled his hips, sinking in, and in, and in.

“Fuck, little bride,” he breathed, surging forward to claim my lips again. Broad hands glided to my hips, angling them up so his next thrust buried his cock so much deeper that I gasped. “This is perfection, you are perfection. This pretty pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”

“God, yes,” I groaned, the next thrust shooting pure pleasure through me, so sudden and intense that I sank my teeth into his bottom lip. These slow, deep thrusts were my undoing, the way I felt every last inch his tip stroked on the way in, and oh god, the way out…

“That’s it,” he said when I released his lip to throw my head back, seeing stars. “Oh, that’s your spot, isn’t it? I can feel you quivering around me now.”

“Death,” I breathed, clinging to him with all my limbs, my eyes slamming shut when he ground his cock inside me. The next thrust was harder, rougher, pure punishment. “Daddy,” I corrected before he could speak. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop.”

“That’s my girl,” he purred, the low rumble of his voice gravelly with lust. “I want your mouth on me.”

I kissed him before he’d even finished speaking, the hot glide of lips and tongue desperate, divine. I felt him throb against my swollen, sensitive inner muscles when I sucked on his tongue, and I knew I tightened around him when he growled into my mouth. Shadows danced around his shoulders; I thrilled at that evidence Death was losing control, as close to the edge as I was.

Panting, I rolled my hips up to match his thrusts, a little tremor going down my spine when he grabbed my thighs and pushed me wider, holding me down and utterly in his control. My pussy throbbed, my climax so close that everything tightened inside me. The luxurious stroke of a thumb over my clit made my eyes slam shut.

“No. Eyes on daddy, little one.” He put more pressure on my clit, and my eyes flew open just to roll back.

“God,” I grunted, close, so, so close.

“That’s right.” His eyes were a little wild, a little dark. “I’m your god. And don’t ever forget it.”

I dug my fingernails into his back, trying to get him closer, trying to burrow into his body, his soul, so nothing could ever prise us apart. Frantic urgency quickened my breathing, my heart, the shudders working through my legs. I tucked my face into his neck, Death’s moans like ecstasy in my ears, like the greatest praise.

His thumb quickened, matching his ragged breathing, matching mine. “Come with me. Let me feel that perfect pussy throb around my cock.”

His words were the trigger my orgasm needed to explode through me, lighting up every cell in my body, curling my toes. My teeth sank into his shoulder as my inner muscles squeezed around him, strong contractions making my hips jerk, taking him deeper.

“That’s my good girl,” he growled, his hips snapping into mine, hands possessively tight on my thighs as he thrust deep and came with a groan of my name. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

My legs shook when they snapped around his hips, the circles on my clit making my whole body lock up, my back arched as my pleasure reached a higher level. God fucking damn.

When it ebbed, my legs fell back to the mattress, my bones seemed to melt, and I exhaled a long, groaning breath. Death’s hands wandered lazily up my body until one glided into my hair, pulling my face from his shoulder so he could kiss me, languid and loving, as he slid out of me.

“You are exceptional,” he breathed, his eyes heavy lidded and soft with pleasure.

“Agreed,” came a soft reply from the windowsill, a shadow unfurling until Miz strode towards the bed, golden eyes smoky and intent on both of us. He was shirtless, all that lithe, tattooed beauty on display, and his loose pants had a serious tent in them. “You’re both damned exceptional.”

A flush of heat rushed through me when Miz grabbed a handful of braids and pulled Death’s head back for a deep kiss, his lips hard and demanding. When he let go, I had the rare pleasure of seeing Death dazed.

“I’ll clean up our girl,” he offered, waiting until Death rolled off me with a kiss to my jaw to scoop me into his arms.

“Um,” I said, peering up at Miz, the delicate lines of his face so breathtaking that my heart did a little skip. He’d been watching us. For how long? Since the beginning? “You know I’m leaking down your stomach, right?”

His mouth curved, gold eyes flicking down to me with dangerous heat. “I’m aware.”

If he wasn’t bothered by the mix of Death’s cum and mine dripping down his skin, I wouldn’t be embarrassed by it. I just kissed the side of his throat where a curl of ink rendered words in a language I didn’t speak, and wrapped my arms around his neck when he carried me into the adjoined bathroom and turned on the shower.

I revelled in his touch and attention as he walked me under the spray and tenderly cleaned me of sweat and other fluids. The heat in his eyes was banked but fiery enough that I was aware of it the entire time he touched me. I expected him to strip off his soaked pants and plunge his cock into me when I was clean, and get me dirty all over again, but he rinsed the shampoo from my hair, lovingly massaging my favourite leave-in conditioner into the strands 2 then carried me out of the steam.

“Miz…?”

My stomach swooped when his eyes lifted to me, something I both recognised and didn’t in those bright eyes. The smile that lifted the edges of his mouth was dangerous.

“I have a gift for you. Well.” He paused, trailing his eyes from my face all the way down my body. “Punishment is a more accurate word.”

My heart clanged against my ribs, a flash of panic spearing me. “Punishment?”

His hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me against his half-naked body for a deep, claiming kiss. His other hand stroked down my back, reassuring me he wasn’t truly angry with me.

“I know you’ve been a good girl lately.” Another kiss, this one softer. “But I haven’t forgotten that you lied to me, little bride. You said you didn’t want me and Tor, and I never made you pay for it.”

His next kiss was deep and growling. I surged up onto my tiptoes, hands tangled in his wet hair, my clit throbbing back to life at the wet, animalistic way he kissed me.

“Here.” He released me, smiling at my pout, and retrieved a box from a flicker of darkness. “I want you to wear this until I tell you to take it off. Well, until I tell you to take it out.”

A hot rush moved down my body, followed by a chill of goosebumps. I had an inkling of what I’d find even before I lifted the lid and saw the pink vibrator.

“Um. This is remote controlled.”

“Yes, it is,” he confirmed with vicious enjoyment. His smile was evil. “And only I can control it.”

A nervous flutter went through my belly. Miz kissed the tip of my nose and headed for the door, not caring his trousers were soaked. My heart beat faster as I eyed the vibrator, and I knew he was going to torture me until I couldn’t take any more.