Page 41 of Frosty and the Reaper

“Yes, beloved?”

“If you don’t start moving soon, I’m going to scream.”

“Oh, I’ll make you scream,” he growled darkly. “I promise.”

When he rotated his hips, she felt his cock moving even deeper inside her. Pulling his head down, she pressed her lips against his in a brutal kiss. She wrapped one leg around his waist while hooking her other foot behind his knee. Using the leverage, she lifted her hips and began sliding herself onto his hard shaft.

Their moans of pleasure mingled as he deepened the kiss. Taking control, he began moving inside her, sliding his thick shaft out, only to thrust in again, harder, deeper. His cock rubbed against the sensitive nerve endings inside of her, making her shiver with delight with each movement.

He pushed her closer and closer to her release with every thrust, but it still wasn’t enough. They both needed more. Levering up so he was kneeling between her legs, he pushed her thighs back toward her chest and powered into her with more force, thrusting into her tight pussy hard and fast.

The new angle allowed him to rub against her clit with each hard thrust, and she let out a scream of pleasure as she came. Ecstasy rolled through her like waves crashing against the shore in a storm, and her entire body shivered with the aftershocks.

Their lovemaking turned savage, wild and out of control. A breathless moan was torn from her with each stroke. When he pulled out, she didn’t even have time to protest before he flipped her over and drove himself back into her. Pressed against the bed, she couldn’t move as his big body came down on top of her. She loved the feeling of his weight on her, and she spread her legs wider to give him better access.

Their pace grew frantic, both of them racing toward the ecstasy that awaited them. He pushed her hair aside and bit down on the mating mark on her neck. Another hard climax struck her. It hit her with the force of a meteor, and she bit down on his forearm to stifle her scream.

The taste of his blood gave her a euphoric rush that almost made her black out. As the waves of pleasure surged through her, her climax triggered his own. His hips jerked, and he moaned against her skin as he filled her with the hard, hot jets of his seed. His body still shuddering, he collapsed onto her, careful to keep his full weight off her smaller body as he rolled them to the side. With his cock still deep inside of her, he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face against the crook of her neck.

“I will never get enough of you.”

“I hope not,” she said on a breathless laugh. “You bit me again.”

He held up his arm to show her the mark she’d left there. “Next time, you can use magic to make fangs. It will be easier to draw blood.”

She winced. “Am I going to keep craving your blood like this? I really am starting to feel like a damn vampire.”

“The vampire myth was created about supernaturals who share magic in the blood.”

Groaning, she said, “So, I am a vampire.”

When he laughed, she felt it reverberate through her entire body. “It is not my blood you crave, but my magic.” He paused, then asked, “Would it really be that bad if we always share?”

“No,” she said with a light laugh, not even having to think about it. Snuggling against him, she closed her eyes and relaxed. “So, I think my friends took everything well.”

He snorted in derision. “As you like to say, they were all freaking out.”

“How do you feel about there being a new Horseman?”

Zander was silent for several seconds as he thought it over. “I am angry that something happened to Raziel, but I do not blame Braxton for replacing him as Death. There will always be a need for Four Horsemen. When I kill Famine, he will need to be replaced as well.”

“How do we—”

Kami’s words were cut off as someone pounded on the bedroom door. She started to get up, but Zander held her still.

“It is the alicorn shifter.”

When she squirmed against him, he sighed and finally let go of her. As she ran toward the door, she started to clothe herself, but her mate beat her to it, dressing her in a black silk robe.

She threw the doors open, and Lia practically fell on her. Catching her, Kami studied her friend in alarm. Her face was stark white, and her eyes were wide with shock. She wore the amulet around her neck, and it was pulsing with a soft purple light.

“I heard him,” Lia croaked out. “I know where he is, but he’s fading fast. We have to go save him now.”

“Who?”

“Death. We have to save Death.”

Chapter Fourteen