Page 9 of Stalked By Pestilence

Like she’d done it her entire mortal life, she angled my head back and whispered those four magical words, “That’s a good boy.”

Fuck me, that little bit of praise did make me groan. It was blood straight to my knob the way her rasp-laced voice breathed right over my open mouth, both sweet and lethal. A warning and a promise.

My masochistic tendencies reared their ugly head and brought my body to life in ways I’d nearly forgotten about after years of frivolous encounters that neither satiated nor stuck out in my memory. The muscles in this human form I fashioned for the mortal plane clenched and tensed in anticipation for what the minx would do next.

I’d already noted that my pheromones didn’t work on her, nor my coercion. Both failed miserably when the little viper threw herentire weight into me, mugging me off the way no woman had. Nothing I did seemed to work on her.

I’d only managed to steal a bit of her time and attention because I’d caught onto her proclivities and exploited them for the night. She’d never know it was a demon she’d faced down on that sidewalk, only to be swooped up by one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

It didn’t appear the demon had set his sights on her because of me, but I’d need to be careful. My dangerous darling was a light in the dark of this town. It was only a matter of time before demons sniffed her out and wanted to lay waste to her.

Unfortunately for me, it was pure happenstance that I tempted her with a little playful encounter. Was this the power of a Counter Soul? Were they not susceptible to our abilities like mortals were meant to be? Would my venom that could both kill and act as an aphrodisiac not work?

What a goddamn treat this was becoming.

I’d underestimated the power of a Counter Soul. Thanatos refused to mention anything of value and left me to figure it out all on my own, the selfish twat. Now, I was eagerly in the fuck around and find out phase of coming in contact with my ticket to the end of the world and what I was created to do.

I was convinced she’d keep her mouth from me, that she’d deny me my request, but this vicious beauty surprised me yet again—like she’d done all bleeding night. She gave me what I wanted.

A taste of those deliciously soft lips.

The way her mouth fitted over mine, the languid stroke of her tongue, the sheer dominance in both her hand and kiss made me wonder if it was this little mortal morsel who had all the powerbetween us. Because the second she kissed me, absolute fucking bliss washed through me like a bleeding tsunami. The greedy coil of want twisted my thoughts to whatever it took to have her.

I wasn’t given long to bask in her mouth’s expert touch, because it was gone before I’d been given enough of a taste.

When my eyes flicked up, she stood over me like she was the six-foot-five Horseman and I was her prey. Her two-colored gaze kept me perfectly in place under her. Every bit of her screamed her dominance as she scowled down at me and then turned on her heel.

Those perfectly wide hips swayed back and forth with every clack of her heels. I watched her go, still in the trance her kiss put me into.

The little mortal knew exactly how good her lush figure looked from the ground with the way she moved, every curve enticing, every bit of her skin a bloody temptation. I could only guess how many men had found their final resting place on their knees in front of her. Probably all of them if she’d snagged someone like me who’d had so many women over so many millennia that I’d lost count.

Maybe this was the true danger of a Counter Soul. Like they’d been constructed by Lilith herself to tempt us. And maybe they had.

“Come here,” she commanded in that clipped tone of hers, the one that went straight to my knob each time. It demanded absolute subservience.

Cheeky devil.

As weak as mortals were, this woman gave all the feeling of one you wouldn’t want to trifle with. The punishment she’d deliverwould be creative, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t entice me to push a bit to see what she’d do.

I started to get to my feet, but her voice cut through the action like a blade. “No, birdie. I never said you could get up, did I? You’ll follow me on your hands and knees.”

Dead would have a field day if he caught me crawling on all fours at his bird’s flat, though it wouldn’t be the first time he’d seen me in a compromising situation. I’d enjoyed every bit of fun I could as an immortal being who had nothing but time on his hands.

The thrill shooting through this mortal form I’d spent so much of my time in nowadays suggested I didn’t much mind the thought of being found out as long as it was this woman dishing out the order. All I saw was her, anyway.

Hiding my smile, I crawled after her like commanded, swallowing my excitement.

I couldn’t properly guess what the beautiful viper had planned next, and that very rarely happened to me. Definitely not with a mortal. It’d been a long time since I’d been led around by a bird like this.

I’d delight in this side of myself with her while searching for answers on how to ripen her soul and end the world with it. Besides, a little pain and pleasure with my Counter Soul felt like foreplay for the apocalypse.

She was waiting for me when I got to the bedroom, her hand on one hip and the other up like she’d been checking her nails. Her two-colored sneer shot down to me, but it was that little hitch to her mouth that drew my eyes like a magnet.

“Undress and get on the bed,” she demanded, the voice she’d used on me in the corridor at the club back with a vengeance.

I bit back a grin and got to my feet. I towered over her, but by the glower she cast up at me, you’d never know it. My pretty little viper was the ruling authority in this place.

With one hand, my shirt was up and over rippling muscle, tattoos, and piercings, then thrown to the floor. Kicking off my boots, my eyes blazed down, taking in her figure with another thirsty sweep. “Will you be getting undressed too, pet?” Her sour expression called me out before I corrected myself. “Ma’am.”