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A Taste of Honey

Death

I hear a light rap on my office door, and I already know who it is. The little temptress has found me and comes to drive me to further insanity. I watched her dance with Kai, and my blood has never burned hotter. The way he held her flush against him, his hands wandering her beautiful body. He nuzzled her throat, and I know Chaos was with him. I was so close to snapping their fucking necks for touching her. Tai stepped in and I stepped away. That wench does things to me I do not understand. How can she make me so fucking angry, but then give me such pleasure?

My teeth grind so hard, I fear my jaw may crack.

The female peeks in, stepping inside quietly. “ Hi.” She gives me a small wave, standing in front of me awkwardly.

My eyes narrow on her. She always starts out so innocent. This has to be a part of her trickery. “What do you want?” I say angrily.

The girl takes a deep breath and releases. “I danced with Kai to make you jealous,” she admits to me.

I laugh darkly, standing up from my desk and stalking toward her. “Of course, you did, because you are a petulant little child. You are just a human girl and a fucking brat .” I come to stand in front of her, leaning down. “You think you can play with Gods—”

She moves like lightning, reaching up and kissing me, her arms locking around my neck. My muscles tense against her at first, but her lips are so inviting. I am utterly helpless as I taste her. I push her backward into the closed door, deepening the kiss as I melt into her. I coax her mouth open and taste her sweet mouth, playing with her tongue. Grace moans deeply into my mouth, the sound making pleasure shoot into my cock.

I stop, pull away, and stare at her in shock.

“Make that noise again,” I breathe.

She giggles before pulling me back into her, kissing me eagerly and biting at my lips. It drives me crazy. I lose control, gripping the back of her neck and yanking her body close to me. My hand trails her body, landing on her soft ass. I squeeze, no doubt my nails digging into her flesh. She whimpers, opening her mouth further, and I greet her tongue with mine, greedily taking everything she gives me while demanding more.

I groan, fuck. There is something so satisfying to this all, I cannot say no to her. The female’s sweet scent starts to envelop me, and I cannot take it anymore. What is she doing to me? I need more . I move my hand from her neck to grab a handful of hair. I angle her head up and start trailing kisses along her jaw, moving down her throat.

“Why are you making that scent?” I whisper into her neck as she whimpers. “It is driving me insane.”

“I’m not doing anything,” she breathes.

“Every time I come near you, your scent changes. I cannot stand it; it is so delicious I cannot concentrate.” I lick up her throat, desperate to get a taste of her, but it is not enough. The girl moans, digging her fingers into my back.

Oh bless me, I love that noise. I am losing my fucking grip. I look up at her panting face, silently begging for more.

“You want me to make more of those noises?” she whispers, her face flushed.

Fuck, yes. I nod feverishly.

Grace slowly starts taking her dress off, pulling the silky fabric over her head. Her perky breasts are laid bare with hard pink nipples exposed. My eyes appreciate the alluring sight before fanning over her toned body, appreciating each unique mark as I go. I fall on her curled mound, licking my lips curiously. She moves a delicate hand from her delicious thigh, gently tracing up her body and back to her breasts. My hungry eyes follow raptly, landing my gaze back on her little nipples.

I do not know how long I have been staring, but she starts giggling again.

“Do you want to touch them?” she asks seductively. Grace grabs my hands and places them on her breasts. My Gods they are so soft, I squish and knead them in my fingers.

I want them in my mouth.

Before I can ask, my lips are already on them. I am licking and sucking on her little nipple while grabbing and massaging her breasts. She is moaning and panting under me, and I cannot think. My cock is pressed painfully hard against my pants. I try and rub on her thigh to get some friction, but it is not enough.

“I need you,” Grace moans.

I pause. I do not understand. I take a break from sucking on her precious pink nipple. “I am right here.”

“Ro,” Grace whimpers.

She grabs a finger with my cut nail and brings it to her mound. I do not have time to figure out what she is doing before she is thrusting my finger inside her, eliciting beautiful gasps. I groan deeply. She is so warm and so fucking soft. Fuck, her cunt is drenched in her juices.

I could bury myself in her precious cunt.

“Ro, please ,” she begs me, whimpering.

What is she asking? I bring my finger back out, but soon miss the wet warmth and stick it inside her again. She elicits another gasp that gives me a semblance of understanding. “More?”

“Yes. Oh Gods, please, yes, Ro,” Grace whines, lacing her fingers into my hair.

Fuck. My cock appreciates hearing her beg for me. I push my finger back inside her and she moans again. “Guide my finger, Grace. Show me what you like,” I whisper.

She grabs my hand and moves my finger in and out, moaning and pleading .

“I need more,” she whimpers.

I look to my fingers and realize why Kai made me cut two. I will have to make a note to thank him later. I push my second finger in, and she cries out. My cock jerks hearing her cry in pleasure. I look up and see her face displaying beautiful, passionate screams. I stare, entranced as her magnificent cunt swallows my fingers, feeling the warm ribbed sensation inside.

“More. Please, Ro,” Grace begs.

I pause nervously. “I cannot give you more fingers. My claws will shred you, Grace.”

I pull them out and inspect my fingers. Maybe I can bite one off quickly. I bring them to my mouth, and her scent hits me: her beautiful, sweet scent. It is so strong. My breath quickens as my mouth starts watering. My cock is throbbing so hard it hurts, and I cannot think anymore. I force my fingers in my mouth and suck. Her taste is delicate, sweet like honey with a hint of lemon. I lose all of my control.

I have become a man, starving.

I fall to my knees and start feasting on her cunt. I lick up her delicate slit, desperate to taste more. She moans wildly while my tongue drags slowly along her lips, over and over. Sticking myself inside her delicate hole, I lap up her juices, ravenous. She seems to especially appreciate when I lick over the little bud on her cunt, so I give that special attention.

Licking and sucking, I push my two fingers back inside her. Her tight hole grips me hard as I push in and out, my mouth latching onto her beautiful bead. She cries and whimpers, gripping my hair tight and yanking hard. Grace begs and begs, pleading nonsense, as I feel her body start to tense, tightening her grip on my fingers. Fuck, this is amazing. I have been missing out on this for my entire creation? I do not dare stop; whatever is happening, she is close.

I change the position of my fingers, finding a small, much softer bud inside her and rub. I wonder if it is like the one on the outside that she appreciates so much.

“Ro!” Grace explodes, crying out in ecstasy. Her walls tighten on me in rhythmic bursts, and I moan. I cannot take it anymore. My cock throbs painfully. I hurriedly unbutton my pants and reach in. Grabbing my cock, I roughly start to jerk it like the female had shown me. My eyes glaze over, hearing her whimpers and tasting her cunt while I pleasure myself. It does not take long for my orgasm to take over quickly, shooting hot white beads onto my chest. I groan deeply against her cunt.

Fuck.

“That was amazing,” I breathe as I look up at her from my view on the floor. “Can I keep feasting on you?” I ask her gently.

She giggles lightly and drops to the ground, exhausted. “I need a moment. I came so hard, and my pussy is really sensitive.” Grace gives me a sated smile. “I’ve never been with someone that gave me so much attention … I’ve never actually been able to come for any man.” She looks away shyly.

I am the first to steal her orgasm? My chest swells with pride as I look at my spent Grace. She has given me a wondrous gift.

“Would you like to go to bed? You can sleep in mine,” I tell her eagerly. “Here, I will carry you.” I come close and scoop up my naked little creature, holding her tight against me.

“But I’m naked! I can’t go out there.” She locks her arms around me tightly, looking to the door with fright.

“No one will see us, everyone is outside at the bonfire.” I calm her before walking out of the study doors, heading straight to my room.

We walk through the empty Grand Hall. It is dim save for the few candles that are still lit. I start walking up the endless staircase, headed for my room.

“I’m sorry I threw my shoes at your head,” Grace whispers.

I smirk and glance at her. So, she just needed a good orgasm to apologize.

“I just wanted your attention,” she says so quietly, I almost did not hear her.

My brows furrow, and I stop on the stairs. I look down at her, but she will not meet my stare. “Why would you want my attention?” I ask curiously.

Grace throws her hands up, exasperated. “Isn’t it obvious? I’ve given you like two blowjobs. I like you.” She crosses her arms and looks away from me.

The mortal likes me? Why would she like me? I have tried to kill her several times. I have made it very apparent I would be killing her eventually. I am Death. No one likes Death. This human is broken.

It was my understanding the blowjobs were to steal something from me … but now that I have stolen an orgasm from her, I understand it is more than that. It was glorious to have permission to be so intimate with her body and soul. Was that how she felt with me?

I continue walking up the stairs. How am I still going to kill her after all of this? Was this another trick to win her life from me? No, the girl is being truthful, of that I know. She does have feelings for me, but do I have them for her? It is true I have never felt this before. I have never let anyone touch me in such a way.

I gaze down at her; her little eyebrows are furrowed, and her jaw clenched; she is cross. I do not need to smell the spicy emotion to know she is angry with me. I just gave her an orgasm, why is she angry with me? “You are upset.”

The female turns her angry eyes at me. “You didn’t say you liked me back, even though I know you do. Why can’t you just admit it?” Her words bite at me, and I am stunned into silence.

“I feel something, I believe, but I do not know what. Some days, I want to kill you. You are infuriatingly annoying and make my blood boil. Then, you show me something magical I have never experienced, and my soul feels as though it could burst … but then, you throw shoes at my head—You drive me insane, Grace,” I admit to her.

I hear no reply and look down at her; she is smiling warmly up at me. “I knew you liked me,” she says.

“You are unstable,” I mumble.

I open the door to my room and bring her straight toward the bath. I walk into the bathing room and set her down so she can climb into the hot spring. Steam rises from the water, a small trickle of sound coming from the waterfall cascading down the boulders and into the spring. Candles are lit, giving a warm ambiance to the otherwise dark room. Outside has become cloudy, removing all traces of the stars and moon, bringing in a cool winter breeze through the open wall. I watch Grace as she climbs in the water carefully and dunks her head under the surface. She rises, her moon-touched hair slicked back, and water drips down her bare chest. I gaze at her, appreciating her beauty before starting to undress, excited to join her. I take off my soiled shirt and remove my boots and pants, stepping into the warm waters.

Grace beckons me toward her, and I feel entranced. I look into her deep-sea eyes as she stares up at me seductively, placing a hand on my chest. “Can I ask you something?” Grace whispers, her voice sultry.

“Anything,” I breathe.

She giggles. “It’s about your tattoos. You have so many.” She plays with one of them, tracing the outline of the name.

“That is not a question.” I watch her fingers dance on my skin.

“Ok, sorry Mr. God; why do you have so many?” She cocks an eyebrow and looks at me with an attitude .

I roll my eyes. “Most are deals.”

“Elaborate,” the fiery mortal orders.

A small smile forms on my face. She is so bossy. “Most are deals made with mortal souls. The ones you are playing with are names written in Godspeak. On my body, you will find the name of every servant in the palace, just like your friend Yara. Once their time is served, the name will go away, and I will make a new deal, filling the space. There are a few I was born with, like the one here on my chest, my arm, and the one on my back. Each of my brothers and I were given a marking on our back.”

I watch as she takes in the information, drawing her fingers over the names on my chest, moving down my body. I enjoy the sensation of her little fingers moving lower on me.

“I haven’t seen Tai’s, what is his?” she asks.

A ping of jealousy hits me, knowing she has seen Kai’s. I should not be so jealous of my brother, but it is not Kai I am angry with. I know what Chaos wants to do with her, and I know I am the only one stopping him. I cannot help but remember the look in his eye when he had her trapped in his red room.

“Tai is a three-headed wolf,” I answer.

“Does it look like Pearl?” She looks up at me, stopping her drawings.

“Yes. Pearl and Tai are mates, it has been fated in their creation,” I answer.

She starts laughing and giggling excitedly. “Oh my Gods. I can’t believe this. Real-life mates! I knew they were together, but I didn’t realize they were mated!”

She keeps rambling on, but I am no longer paying attention to her words. Her laughter is beautiful. I watch her eyes and smile light up as she talks excitedly. I smile at her and chuckle; she is pretty cute for a human.

Grace stops talking and looks up at me, biting her lip.

“What is wrong?” I ask her, concern filling me. Why has she stopped the jumping and laughing?

“You laughed,” Grace says softly.

“Should I not have?” I ask, bringing the back of my hand to caress her shoulder. Perhaps I should be more careful around her; humans have delicate souls.

“No, I liked it. I just don’t think I’ve heard you do a genuine laugh before. You have a nice smile,” she says shyly, a pink blush overcoming her cheeks and down her chest.

I reach to the side of the waterfall and retrieve some oils. I pour some onto my hands and massage it through her hair. Standing behind her, the scent of pine wafts into the air as I run my fingers through her soft snowy locks. I love having my scent on her. I lean in and breathe deeply. My oiled hands run down her body, cleansing her and surrounding her in my smell. I rub my hands over her beautiful breasts, feeling their weight in my palms. I continue my hands down her stomach, tracing little circles as I go. My hands reach her curled mound and slide down her pretty little cunt. She gasps as she reaches her arms around my neck, arching into me.

I nibble on Grace’s neck while my fingers tease her delicate nub, pinching it lightly and rolling it gently in my fingers. I apply pressure on it, rubbing it as my hard cock pushes into her back. I roll my hips, pushing my erection into her as she pushes back, giving me the pressure I need. I groan into her neck.

I slip my finger down her slit and into her wet hole, desperate to feel her cunt tighten on me again. I curl my finger onto her sweet spot inside, and she moans loudly, mewling and scratching at my neck. I keep rocking my hips into her as I pull up her leg with my other hand and use my palm to rub on her pink bead as I fuck her with my finger. I add in a second finger and feel her walls tighten on me, her body tenses, and I can feel how close her orgasm is. I am panting in her soft pale neck, rubbing my long thick cock along her ass, trying desperately to wait until she goes first before blowing my seed. Grace is screaming and moaning, and she is so fucking close.

I love those noises so fucking much, I do not think I can hold myself off any longer. I am trying miserably to wait for her. My face is buried in her neck, and I am overwhelmed by her scent, the sounds of her heartbeat, and her screams of ecstasy. Her neck, I need something. It calls to me, and I cannot take myself away. Is it her witchery?

A primal feeling washes over me, and I bite hard into her neck. She screams in surprise, and I feel her body tighten, starting to convulse into me. Her tight cunt grips and releases my fingers in a beautiful symphony.

I bite harder, puncturing skin and tasting her blood drizzling into my mouth.

Mate .

The word floats across my thoughts, yet I cannot concentrate on it.

Her sweet-honeyed blood sends me over the edge, and I groan into her neck. My legs shake from the force of my orgasm as pressure releases from the base of my spine. Pleasure shoots across my wings and into my cock, sending loads of white seed spraying across her back as I keep pumping.

As we come down together, I release my bite from her neck. Licking at her wound, lapping up the last of her blood. I look down at the mark on her skin I have given her and feel a sense of pride swell in my chest.

What was that word I heard?

Grace’s body goes lax against me, and I can tell she is exhausted. I pick her up from the spring and walk out, taking her to the bed. She cuddles against my chest as I carry her out. I grab a black towel and sit with her on my lap, quickly drying us off.

Bringing us into bed, I swing the blanket over her as she lays on my chest, her breathing indicating she is already asleep. I watch her sleep on me, our warm naked bodies pressed against each other, melding into one. I caress her arm lightly, feeling her soft, smooth skin under my fingers. My mind wanders to thoughts of her as I drift to sleep peacefully.