Page 31 of The Flower of Death (Forsaken #1)

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Death

I cannot stop thinking of her. Last night was amazing, her cunt was so tight and warm, I could fucking live in there. I would drink from her nectar and give her my fingers anytime she wants. I want to hear her fucking scream and clench on my fingers for all eternity.

My cock has been hard since I have woken up, and my balls are uncomfortably tight and aching. I had a wonderful dream of her. She was naked in the Sacred Springs, orgasming on my fingers again and again. I would do dangerous and diabolical things to hear her moan on me. I wonder if there is more I can do to her tight hole than just finger her and eat her sweet cunt. My brothers are still conversing on the couch. They must know of other ways to bring a female pleasure.

Kai is telling Tai a story. “And then I said to her—”

“What else can go in a cunt?” I interrupt them. Kai stares at me with wide eyes and mouth agape.

“It’d be easier for me to tell you what can’t go in a cunt, brother.” Kai bursts into laughter.

“He’s talking about Grace’s cunt. It’s all he’s been thinking about since she let him finger fuck her.” Tai sighs.

“What?” Kai roars excitedly. “Tell me how it was, brother, I need details.”

“A cock can go in, right?” I ignore Kai. “I have surely seen males have sex right before their heart gives out. Then their soul comes to me,” I mumble, mostly to myself.

“Ro, tell me what she was like,” Kai demands, his words becoming more desperate.

I narrow my eyes at him.

“Calm down, Kai,” Tai says with a warning.

Kai stands and starts pacing erratically. “I just want to know what her pussy is like. Is it pretty? Did you taste her? Fuck, I bet she tastes sweet.” Kai’s voice has become deep and gravelly. This is not Kai. “Her little pink nipples are so pretty. I’ve touched her, but I never got to taste her,” Kai groans as he runs his fingers through his wavy hair, pulling it lightly.

Tai stands slowly, eyeing me, ready to do what needs to be done. I shake my head, Chaos is mine.

“I never got to taste her, because you stole her from me! She was mine! My little pet, not yours! You don’t even know how to play with her properly,” Chaos shouts, baring his teeth at me, finally showing himself.

“You want to know what she was like?” I bait him.

He stops, barely breathing as his attention locks on me.

I walk to him slowly. “She begged for me, Chaos. She begged and whined and moaned, for me . Her pretty little cunt was dripping wet, for me . She came, over and over, for me . You want to know what she tasted like, brother? She tasted like mine ,” I growl.

I see the violence stirring in his deep red eyes, he is going to retaliate. Before Chaos can react, I latch onto his head and snap his neck. The crack echoes into the room as Kai’s body drops to the ground in a loud thud. Sweet lilies waft into the air, turning my attention to a gasping human girl standing at the door.

“Kai!” Grace screams, rushing to his lifeless body on the floor. “No, no, no!” Her hands shake as she reaches for his contorted face.

“Grace, it’s ok,” Tai says gently, rushing to her and crouching down.

“What did you do? You monster! I hate you!” Grace hurls her screams at me while sobbing, looking at me with hatred in her eyes.

Pain hits me in my chest, aching and heavy. I do not like seeing her like this. I do not like her tears or wailing for Kai. I wish to wipe her sorrow from her face and hold her in my arms. Why can we not go back to my bed and lay with each other again? This morning, she liked me and now I can see her wishing for my own death. Too bad for her, Death does not die.

“Grace, listen to me, Kai is fine,” Tai talks softly and reaches for her pale hand. “He’ll wake up in a little while. Ro just snapped his neck, he didn’t kill him.”

Her breath hiccups as she looks to Tai. “He isn’t dead?” she whispers, distraught.

“No, Gods are not so easy to kill. I’m going to move him to the couch. Would you like to sit with him?” He coddles her in a calming tone.

Grace nods at him, sniffling.

Tai reaches under Kai’s arms and speaks to me, “Grab his legs, help me move him.”

If it were up to me, I would leave the asshole on the ground for how he spoke. But then, I look at Grace, and her hurt eyes make me do as Tai says.

We move Kai onto the leather couch, and Grace runs to his side, grabbing his limp hand. The aching from my chest has only gotten worse. I rub at it, hoping to feel some sort of relief. I hover over Grace, desperate to touch her.

“Grace,” I whisper, tentatively reaching out to caress her arm.

“Don’t touch me,” she snaps, fury radiating from her eyes.

I shrink under her gaze, taking a step away. Kai is not dead, so why is she so angry with me? It was a simple snap of his neck. Chaos had overcome him, and he was challenging me. He needed to be brought back down. Not to mention, I did not appreciate the way he was talking about my little creature. Grace is mine, and I will kill anyone who dares to threaten that.

But now that I watch her with Kai, I do not think she is mine anymore.

Tai’s face is furrowed, looking between Grace and me, likely reading us both .

He clears his throat. “Grace, Chaos was challenging Ro, and his thoughts had turned particularly nasty. He was thinking of hurting you, kid. If Ro didn’t assert himself over Chaos, he would have come for you. Kai was begging for help inside.” Tai crouches down to her level and puts his hand on her leg. “If Ro didn’t kill him, I was going to, and I was not going to be as kind about it,” Tai says in his melodic, deep voice.

She furrows her brows, never moving her eyes off of Kai, but gives Tai a simple nod.

Tai walks over to me and gives me a gentle slap on the back. “Kai is coming around, maybe it’ll calm her down,” he whispers to me.

I hope so. This female has awakened me to many things. I do not think I could let her go. I do not care how many times she says she hates me, Grace is mine. If she wants to be angry with me, that is fine. But, at the end of the day, she is coming back to my bed.

Kai rouses, his hand reaching for his neck as he slightly stretches and groans.

“Kai?” Grace says eagerly, putting her hand on his chest.

Kai opens his eyes and smiles softly. “Hey, beautiful,” he whispers. “How’s it going?”

Grace throws herself on him, hugging him roughly.

Kai chuckles, hugging her tightly until his eyes fall on me. His face drops, and he peels her off of him. “Sweetheart, I need you off of me for a minute, yeah?” he whispers into her hair.

Grace stops her hug as Kai pulls himself up with great effort. Once sitting, he looks up at me. “Ro. Brother. I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened, he just barged out. You know that wasn’t me. I would never say that shit. I love Grace, and I’m so happy for you two. I love that you guys have found each other,” Kai says. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, standing up to me. “Ro, if he ever tries to hurt her, I want you to stop him. If that means killing us, you do what needs to be done. I mean it.” He looks at me, his eyes shining with intensity.

I grab the back of his neck and bring my head to his, touching our foreheads together. We stay like that, breathing deeply, a silent exchange of deep love and acceptance between us. I do not like putting Chaos down at the expense of my brother, but I will protect other souls from his violence if it comes to it. Especially hers.

“Can I have some of your whiskey?” Kai whispers into my face.

I roll my eyes. “No.” We separate from each other, and I give him a slight nod .

“I’m going to go lie down.” Kai smiles tiredly. “Play nice, Gracie.” He chuckles, staggering through the study doors.

I turn back to look at Grace and find her staring at me. Her eyes are furrowed and arms crossed. I smell the hot spice of anger wafting through the room. This does not give me hope that she has forgiven me.

“I’m leaving too,” Grace says angrily and gets up from the couch, storming through the doors.

Tai clears his throat, and I turn to him.

“Go after her, hálfviti,” he orders me.

“She does not want me to,” I argue quietly.

Tai rolls his eyes. “You know nothing of women. Go.” His tone leaving no room for argument.

Since when am I ordered about like some servant. Ever since that little human came into our lives, everything has been confusing. I have feelings and thoughts I do not understand. I have a small, stubborn female constantly calling me names and throwing things at me. I have Chaos, challenging me and trying to steal what I have claimed. And now, I have Tai, ordering me around like he is the damn King and not me. I am the elder brother. I should be the one ordering things.

And now, he demands I follow the small angry human who has claimed she hates me. I am going into a fucking battlefield following her. Her eyes told me she wanted to stab me repeatedly and drink of my blood. I am going to be enclosed with her, I need to make sure there are no sharp things around.

I catch up to Grace on the stairs and she stops, throwing her head around to meet me.

“Get away from me!” the predator shouts and walks up the stairs faster.

I pause, considering my next move. Little human brats do not tell me what to do. I have never backed down from a human before, and I am not starting today. I continue walking after her. I watch her as she turns toward Tai’s room and not mine. My eyes narrow, and a slight growl comes from my chest. She should be going to my room.

I pick up my pace, following after her.

“Stop following me!” Grace screams at me. I do not listen. I am right behind her now. My large steps eat up the space between us as she flies down the hallway. She opens Tai’s door and spins quickly, trying to shut me out, but I catch the door and thrust it open. I barge through, landing right into the beast’s mouth .

I feel a slap cross my face, stunning me more than hurting me.

“Get out! I hate you!” Grace screams, trying to push me out.

I stand my ground and watch her, anger simmering under my skin. How dare she?

“I never want to see you again!” my little creature shouts at me, pulling a dagger out of her sheath. She raises it to me in an effort to stab me, but I quickly catch her wrist. Squeezing tightly, I make her drop the weapon. She screams in frustration and starts hitting her fists onto my chest.

Grace would push me out of her life? After everything we have shared? She has shown me what life can mean, and now she is trying to take it away. And for what? A spat with my brother? No, this girl is mine. I have felt it since I met her. I felt it in her scent, in her laugh, in the little way she whimpers in pleasure, and even the way she fucking infuriates me. I have felt it deep in my bones, deep in my very own soul. I have felt it all along, I just did not know what it all meant.

This little creature is my mate, and I will be fucking damned if I let her get away.

I grab her by the hair and push her toward the bed, shoving the side of her face into the blanket and pinning her under my body.

“You hate me? Truly?” I ask her, emotion raw in my voice. “How can you say that? I know you are mine, Grace. I know you feel the same. How can you throw us away so easily? Over a fight with my brother?”

“Get off of me! I am not yours! You are just like the guards. You just kill, because it’s easy for you. You kill people that other people love and care about. I loved my brother, and you let them kill him! You didn’t even help him cross,” she screams at me, thrashing in my grip.

“Why do you have this notion that I am a good man? That I am anything better than those that enslaved your kind? I am the God of Death, Grace! I have no qualms on killing, even the ones you believe to be innocent. I have done it countless times in my lifetime, and I would do it again!” Anger pours into my voice as it churns from within.

“You killed Kai!” she screams at me.

“To protect you! I would not hesitate to do it again,” I roar at her.

“I love him more than you! I want to be with Kai. Not you.” She kicks and screams under me, clawing at my hand.

Jealousy overcomes me as I bring her neck up to my face. “You belong to me .” I seethe before viciously biting into her neck. Blood bursts into my mouth and dances along my tongue. Her flavors explode into my mouth, and I moan, my eyes fluttering closed.

Grace stops thrashing as she arches her back, pressing her ass into me. I hear her whimpering and moaning under me as I press my hard length into her. I groan from the feeling of her underneath me as I drink rivers from her throat. I lift my mouth off of her and growl. “Say it,” I demand.

She pants, refusing to answer me.

“Say it, Grace.” I grind my cock against her ass and lick at her wound.

She whines but still refuses.

The stubborn fucking brat will be the death of me.

I will get an answer out of her. I tighten my hold on her head and keep her still while I tear her leather pants down her legs. I hear her breath catch as I graze my fingers along her cunt. She is soaked, her sweet honey dripping down her legs.

Fuck .

I play with her sensitive little flower bud for a moment, teasing and pinching. She whimpers, but I hear no words. I go further, letting my fingers explore her wet slit, slipping one into her tight hole. Grace moans loudly, bucking into my hand.

I chuckle darkly. “You like that, sweetheart? I thought you hated me,” I tease her, need thick in my voice.

I breathe heavily as I push two fingers inside her, fucking her slowly. I feel her warm, soft cunt grip me as I push and pull. My cock is throbbing, begging me to use her. Perhaps then she will admit she is mine. I thrust my fingers in her, painfully slow until my little mortal is squirming under me.

I pull out of her cunt and groan, feeling her wetness on my fingers, dripping down my hand. I slap her hard on her ass, the smack echoing into the room. “Just say it, Grace,” I demand.

My creature writhes under my grip but does not dare speak a sound. I am going to have to do more if I want those words. I start undoing my pants, taking my long length out, holding it firmly in my hand. My little mortal will not say the words I so desperately need to hear, so I will fuck them out of her.

But I freeze. Fuck, my brothers never got the chance to tell me how to do this. She is so tight, is there a trick to fitting? Do I just put it inside her? Nervous energy starts to roil in my gut. Then, I hear her whimper, her ass reaching out to beg for more. Grace fucking wants it. I smile .

That was all I needed to continue.

I get close to her, sliding my hard length up and down her pretty slit, coating it in her juices. Her lovely lips feel so good against me, I cannot imagine being inside of her. I shove myself through her wet slit until my cock is drenched, and she is pushing back against me, meeting each thrust. My breathing is heavy as I excitedly line the broad tip of my cock up with her cunt’s entrance. I trust my instincts, she is ready. I push gently, and a moan escapes my lips, feeling her stretch open for me. Her inviting warmth and soft, velvety entrance has my eyes rolling back. I hear her moans of pleasure as she wiggles against me, silently begging me for more. I slap her ass hard, leaving a pink mark against her pale skin.

Fuck.

I cannot think. I need more. I push deeper inside of her. Grace’s cunt tightens around my cock, making me gasp. My balls are pulled tight as I feel myself getting close already. I cannot have my orgasm yet, not until she says the words.

I keep my strokes gentle, giving her small and slow thrusts. I ease my long, thick cock into her until I am moving steadily. I have died and gone to the fucking Isles. I am fucking blessed. She has blessed me with her tight warm cunt, and if she rejects me now, I will never recover.

“I can feel every inch of you,” I breathe, feeling the sensation of her cunt inside grip and squeeze me. “Come on, Grace. Be a good girl and tell me. I can feel how much you want to.” She starts pushing back into me, trying to get me to go harder and quicker. That is when I know I have her. Just in time too. I was ready to fucking beg. “Say it, Grace. You know what I want to hear,” I whisper into her, keeping my dreadfully slow pace.

She whines and whimpers but keeps her words silent.

I lose my patience, and I use the fistful of her hair I am grabbing to bring her up against my chest, angling her head against me. “Grace, you stubborn fucking brat. What have I done in my life to be blessed with such a mate? Will you just say the fucking words? I am barely hanging on here,” I plead, my voice raw with need.

Her breath hitches, and there is a long painful silence before she whispers into the air, “I am yours.”

Cold chills wash over me from her words, and I groan. I cannot hold back any longer. Need overwhelms me as I force her head back into the mattress, gripping her hair tight. My other hand latches onto her waist and holds her firmly, my sharp nails piercing flesh. I come completely unhinged as I start pounding my cock into her.

I am merciless as I fuck her hard and fast; my little creature screams in pleasure underneath me. Her cunt feels so good, pressure is building on my lower spine, waiting to burst. My wings are held tight, and my balls are aching. I cannot think, I go completely rabid as I pound her relentlessly.

My Grace tightens her cunt even stronger around my length, and I lose my mind, lost in her sensation. The complete grip she has on my cock is trying to milk me of my seed. Her screams become more desperate, and I hold out as long as I can, waiting for her symphony before I can release inside of her.

Grace explodes under me, crying out my name, “Ro! Oh Gods, yes!” Her face poised in a beautiful scream.

I feel her cunt seizing on my cock, squeezing and embracing tightly. I groan loudly and let myself go. My head snaps back, and I growl my intense pleasure into the air as my orgasm overtakes me hard. My legs shake as my wings quiver tight. Pleasure tingles and explodes into my body. I freeze, the intensity making me unable to move. I clench my jaw tight, riding out the pleasure as my vision fades; I see fucking stars.

I hold her still under me with a white-knuckled grip, trying to catch my breath. We stay like that, panting with each other as we embrace the bliss. She is so fucking beautiful, absolutely divine. I have never known such pleasure—such happiness.

I lean down and gently kiss her shoulder. “Grace? Are you still cross with me?” I whisper to her, watching her face.

She sighs. “No. I didn’t mean any of it, Ro, I was just mad.”

I kiss her shoulder again.

“Are we really mates?” Grace whispers to me.

I smile into her flushed skin. “Do you think we are not?” I ask her softly, caressing my fingers down her back.

She smiles at me. “I think you’re mine.”

I growl my approval, leaning in to kiss her softly. “You have brought me such magic. I never knew what life could be like until you. You have shown me what it is like to be alive, Grace. Even if you are infuriating.”

Grace giggles. “You’re always so nice after you finish.”

I smirk at her. “I guess it is good motivation to keep doing it then.” I slap her on the ass and start to pull out. I watch as my seed spills out of her little hole, and I groan; I cannot look away. That is beautiful beyond reason.

“I need something to clean up,” she squeaks.

Clean her? No, I want to gaze at this sight for all eternity. I will fill her repeatedly and stare at her beautiful cunt overflowing with my seed. I grab her ass cheek, spreading her wider. I hum my approval as my little Goddess pushes more out, her cunt glistening with a mix of her cream and my seed. She is a fucking Goddess.

She squirms, her ass wiggling in the air as the drips keep coming. I imprint the sight to my mind as I take two fingers and scoop the pearly drizzle, pushing them back inside her glistening hot entrance. I do not have many precious memories. I remember the first soul that came to me, calling my name in a small delicate song. I remember when my brothers joined the realms, and the dark bond was created between us.

Now, I have my mate. I will forever remember the way Grace sings my name when I bury myself inside her. The glint in her eyes when her fury overflows will hold a special place in my black soul. How her body begs for my touch will always astound me, even when her stubbornness refuses her to speak. For the rest of my eternity, I will bless my mate for what she has given me, a God’s lifetime of precious memories. Much too precious for a God of Death.

“Ro,” she begs.

I grumble, “Alright.” I stand with a satisfied sigh, the corners of my lips pulling as a small smile forms on my face. I stride into Tai’s bathroom and come back with a soft rag. I help her wipe off and pull her up so she can compose herself.

“Hey, Grace. What did you mean of your brother?” I ask her carefully, not wanting to divert back to the situation we were just in.

She sighs woefully. “My brother was killed in front of me because of me. I watched him bleed and die, and it was my fault.” Grace sits down on the bed, her face looking down at her hands.

Confusion hits me as I try to figure out what she means.

“Can you see if he is still in the Tyrn? Do you know what Isle he went to? Also, maybe you can check on Evie?” She looks at me with sorrow and hope in her eyes. “His name is Fallon Teller and Evangeline Elowen.”

“Grace,” I say softly. “Your brother is not with me. Neither is Evangeline.”

“Oh, so their souls aren’t here yet? How long does it take?” she asks quietly, looking up at me with big doe eyes .

I crouch down to her, gently taking her hands in mine. “You misunderstand me, little creature. Your friend and brother are still alive.”