Famine (The Four Horsemen #3) - Laura Thalassa Page 0,139
me, faster and faster.
“You like the way I look all sexed up,” I say, a smile spreading across my face.
He stares at my lips, transfixed, and almost as though he can’t help it, he begins to smile back.
I reach up and cup his face in my hands, staring at him as he works me. His hair is caught in my fingers and his sweat is already beginning to mingle with mine, and amidst it all, I feel a deep connection with Famine.
“I love you,” I say. I can’t help myself. And I need him to hear it over and over again until he fully stops hating himself. And even then I’ll say it because those words feel like basking in sunlight.
The Reaper pauses, and I make a sad, disappointed little sound.
He grins back at me. “So impatient.”
Around us, I hear tile crack. The floor shifts, and I feel the brush of a plant. It brushes against my hair even as I hear more tiles around us crack, lifting up and sliding aside as more shoots push through.
And this is the part of Famine that I might just love most. He will always be inhuman, and do weird, inhuman shit—like grow plants while he’s inside me.
Leaning in, the horseman kisses me, while around us the foliage continues to grow. His kiss deepens, and I am consumed by the sensation of Famine in me and above me and around me and—
All at once, my climax crashes through me. I cry out into the Reaper’s mouth, pulling him in close as I ride out my orgasm.
He strokes me deeper and deeper, faster and faster, his balls slapping against me until I feel him thicken.
Famine groans against my lips as he comes inside me.
Eventually, his thrusts slow, turning gentle. The horseman rests his head against mine for a moment, his breathing ragged. I can tell he wants to say something about how amazing sex with me is (because let’s face it, my pussy is a man-slayer), but I’m not sure he trusts himself enough yet to do so.
Instead, he says, “I love you.”
And that is far, far better.
He slides out of me, pulling me against him a moment later. Only now do I get a good look around me. I’m surrounded by a thicket of flowering plants. Even as I watch, another bright bloom bursts to life.
So much for our living room.
I catch sight of a familiar flower—the same ashen rose Famine’s grown for me in the past.
“This is …” I look for the right words, “strange and lovely.”
“That’s your flower.” He pulls me in closer.
“I get my own flower?” I say, raising my eyebrows.
Famine traces my lips. “If I can’t make things grow in you, then I’ll have to make them grow around you.”
“Is that supposed to flatter me?” I say. “Because that sounded creepy as fuck.”
“I’m glad that you haven’t entirely forgotten that I am ‘creepy as fuck.’”
I grab the lavender rose and give it a yank. After some resistance, it rips free.
Famine makes a disapproving noise. “You are such a human—needlessly tearing apart a perfectly good plant.”
“You have literally done the same thing before.” I turn to give the horseman a look, but once I do so, I can see the mirth in his eyes.
A laugh slips from his lips, and he gives my ass a squeeze. “I think riling you up might be a new favorite pastime of mine.” Famine leans over to give me a kiss.
I kiss him back, then tuck the pale purple flower behind his ear. Pulling away, I admire the horseman’s beauty.
He watches me the entire time. “You make me feel things in the most exquisite way,” he admits. “I’ve lived eons, and yet with you I feel young all over again.”
“Is … that a good thing?” I ask. I can never tell what Famine thinks a compliment is.
“What do you think?”
I don’t know. Maybe.
But then again, I’m a fucking idiot, so who knows.
What I do know is that the horseman has spent all this time on earth gorging himself on cruelty, but there are so many other experiences Famine hungers for.
Maybe love most of all.
Chapter 48
That night, I stare at the bed in our bedroom for a long time, the lanterns giving everything a soft glow.
Our bedroom.
This is so weird.
“It’s not going to grow thorns,” Famine says from behind me, making me jump. I didn’t hear him walk up. “Unless, of course, that’s your thing. Because I can make that happen.”