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Chapter

Nine

GRIM

I t wasn’t often Death had the opportunity to dream. I was a walking nightmare sent to haunt, rarely allowed the peace of my own subconscious haven. So when I found myself back in my penthouse with a computer screen filled with images of a mostly undressed Merri, I knew exactly what was happening.

By all accounts, the setting shouldn’t have been idyllic. Lightning flashed outside, filling the dimly lit room with a blaze of radiance as a storm ravaged the city below. Sheets of rain pelted the floor-to-ceiling windows. But I found comfort in the storm and its darkness. It was home, as much a part of me as the spark that gave me sentience.

Here, I could be anything I desired.

Here, I could be hers.

If only for one night.

As if I summoned her—which I bloody well had—Merri walked through the door, her red hair flowing in waves nearly to her waist, face bare of makeup, eyes wide.

“You wanted to see me,” she said, voice breathy and hitting me straight in the dick.

She was nervous, and I loved that little hint of fear. It meant that she knew exactly whose lair she’d just entered. To me, it was practically a sign of respect. Chaos and the others adored her defiance. It seemed I craved her submission.

“Yes. You’re late. Come in and close the door.”

Eyes downcast, she did as I instructed. “Did I do something wrong?”

“We need to discuss what you’ve been posting of late, wildflower.”

Her gaze snapped to mine and then to the screen beside me. “You’ve been snooping.”

I raised a brow. “Is it snooping when you post it for all to see?”

“It’s no different from what I typically post. I don’t understand why you have any issues.”

Rising to my feet, I strode across the office, not stopping until I was inches from her, looming over the tempting succubus. “Oh, darling one, I have issues. The least of which are concerning you posting photos of what is mine for those lecherous pricks to enjoy.”

“You know why I have to. I’ve never lied about how I feed.”

I reached out and brushed a strand of hair off her face, tucking it carefully behind her ear. “But you don’t need to feed that way anymore.”

“I don’t?”

I shook my head slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. “You don’t.”

Her perfectly arched brows pulled together, and a tiny furrow formed between them. “Wait. You said what is mine . What did you mean? I’m not yours.”

“The hell you aren’t.”

“You won’t come near me unless you have to. You can’t.”

A great crash of thunder shook the walls and Merri jumped, reflexively grabbing onto me and plastering herself to my chest. I stroked my fingers through her hair, then down to the bare skin of her lower back where her tiny shirt had ridden up. She was warm and soft and perfect.

She was mine.

“You’re touching me,” she murmured, pulling away just enough to look up at me. The wonder and appreciation shining in her eyes was breathtaking.

“I am.”

“And I’m not dead.”

“Of course you’re not.”

She took her lower lip between her teeth as my fingers traced the waistband of her sleep shorts. “But... how?”

“This is my dream, which means I can do whatever the fuck I want. Now”—I leaned close enough to run the tip of my nose along the length of hers so she could feel my next words like a caress against her lips—“get on your knees.”

A shocked gasp escaped her a second before lust flared in her eyes. Her tongue darted out to wet her plump lower lip, and I couldn’t resist diving down to trace the path with my own. She tasted divine. Like midnight and fantasies come to life. Or, more specifically, like her honey and strawberry lip balm.

“I knew you’d be sweet,” I whispered against her mouth.

“I thought you wanted me on my knees for you.” One of her hands pressed against my lower belly, trailing down until she cupped the bulge behind my fly. “Don’t you want me to show you how sorry I am for posting my pussy online?”

Fingers threading in the hair at the base of her skull, I made a fist and pulled tight until she gasped. I released her hair as my wildflower gracefully sank to her knees and waited patiently with her eyes on mine.

“Would you like to taste me now?” I asked her, reaching for my belt with deliberate slowness.

“More than anything,” she breathed. “This”—her cheeks bloomed a bright pink as she looked down, then brought her attention back to me—“this will be my first time.”

My cock gave a happy twitch in my pants. A first we could share. My tryst with Hel had been fleeting and she was far too selfish to ever offer. But more than that, I’d grown too bored with her to ask and knew better than to trust her teeth around my dick.

Eager for the experience, I allowed my trousers to fall to the floor in a rustle of fabric, the only other sounds in the room the pelting rain and our mingling breaths.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

“Permission.”

My chest tightened, and I blamed it on anticipation, but I knew I was lying to myself even here in my dreams.

“Take my cock out, wildflower.”

A wicked glint flashed in her eyes as she did just that. Her hot little hand stroked the length, pulling a groan from deep in my chest. It had been so long since a woman had touched me. An eternity.

“And what should I do with it, Daddy?”

Jaw clenched, I let a low growl escape before I fisted her hair and said, “Suck it.”

She made a soft humming sound before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around the tip. The damp heat of her mouth had me seeing stars. If her hand felt good, then her mouth was fucking heaven. Or as close as a being such as I would ever get.

“All of it. I want you to choke.”

A garbled moan was all she could give me by way of a response. Her hands went from the base of my thick cock to the backs of my thighs as she took me as deep as she could. I could feel her throat working, struggling as she fought the urge to gag around me.

“Such a good girl. Look at you, letting me feed you my cock.”

Her body shuddered in pleasure at my praise. I ran my palm over the top of her head, reaffirming the words with my touch.

“Stay still,” I commanded, holding her head in place as I slowly pulled out of her.

Understanding lit her gaze, and she gave me a little nod right before I thrust back in, taking full control of the situation.

She hummed around me, the vibrations racing through my dick and making me bite back a cry. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but her nails dug into my thighs, reminding me she was enjoying this as well.

“Fuck,” I hissed, feeling the build of my climax on the horizon and not wanting this to end so soon.

The room exploded into light as another burst of lightning arced across the sky. For a heartbeat, Merri was cast in sharp relief, and the sight of her on her knees for me, mouth stretched wide, face flushed with desire, was nearly my undoing.

I didn’t want this moment to end, but it was too good. Too perfect.

“I’m going to come,” I warned her, giving her a choice in how she wanted that to happen.

She wriggled her hips, then gripped my arse and pulled me deeper into her throat before swallowing around me.

“Fuck, Merri. Fuck,” I hissed as my knees nearly buckled. I stayed standing, but it was nothing short of a miracle. The orgasm this woman pulled from me seemed to never end as I pulsed down her throat and shuddered in euphoria.

It wasn’t until my vision returned that I realized she’d sat back on her heels and I was stroking her cheek as though she were precious to me.

With a little smirk, she wiped at some of the saliva on her lip. “Am I forgiven, Daddy?”

“This time.”

“You say that like there will be a next time.”

“Because I know how much you love to get in trouble.”

“Can you blame me? Look at how good my punishments are.”

I helped her to her feet, not quite able to hide the smile in my words. “Perhaps I’ll fuck you over my desk the next time you’re naughty. I'll take you so hard you won’t be able to walk the next day. Would you like that?”

“We could fuck around and find out.”

I shook my head, pinching her arse just hard enough she yelped. “You misunderstand, wildflower. Punishments aren’t to be enjoyed. They’re to teach a lesson. If you enjoy yourself too much, then you aren’t learning anything. Which is why next time, I won’t let you come.”

She pouted. “That’s not fair. Besides, one could argue that positive reinforcement is the only way to help a lesson sink in. Ergo, letting me enjoy myself is the only way to get the job done.”

I laughed, pulling her close and nuzzling my face into her hair.

“Does that mean you agree?” she asked, wrapping her arms around me and holding tight.

“I guess you’ll have to, as you say, fuck around and find out.”