Prudence. It didn’t matter what kind of monsters they were, they all loved spewing nonsense about Reapers being doomed to failure. Were they brainwashed to believe that fate? While it was a possibility, it was an outcome I refused to entertain. But their words angered me, nonetheless. If I allowed bloodlust to overcome me, I’d kill them before Prudence could, and then she’d complain. Unfortunately, I would never apologize for ending a creature who was cruel to my mate.
Over the last hour, I saw her gazing at me. The way her azure eyes flickered over my reaping form nearly put me on edge. Because of Prudence’s arousal flowing through the bond, my shadowy mass was an erratic web of passion. She remained at a distance, but her candy-rum goodness still beckoned me. Knowing her pussy was most likely drenched made my reaping form vibrate like thunder.
In the end, I’d always carry the advantage in our relationship. There would never be an emotion she could hide from me. We’d most likely argue about it some nights. But it also meant I’d be able to understand her in ways no one else could. And that made me fucking glad. No one would love her the way I could. No one was more perfect for her than me.
“What are you thinking about?” Prudence asked as I slipped through a warlock and gobbled up his soul. He didn’t make a sound until his body smacked the ground with a thud. He was the last one in the bar. Bodies, lying in pools of multi-colored blood, littered the ground around us.
“You know…” I flowed closer to her. “The fact that you’re staying at least ten feet away from me no matter where we go.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip before smiling. “Fine. You don’t want to tell me? I’ll know your thoughts soon enough, Soul Reaper.”
I paused. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Prudence shrugged and batted her eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Watching me closely, her blue eyes sparkled beneath the bar lights as I quickened my pace. She sidestepped.
“Are you trying to run from me?” I asked. “Tell me what you meant.”
“I might tell you. It depends.” She stopped and waited.
“On what?”
“What you do next,” she teased.
Moving over several corpses, I reached Prudence. Thankfully, she didn’t try to flee.
“You’re standing on dead bodies.” Forming a hand in my miasma, I swept her cloak aside, slipping my shadowy limb up her shirt.
She sucked in a breath. “All I see and feel is you.”
“Tell me how much you want me to touch you this way.” I pressed my form against her, gliding my mass down her skin until goose bumps erupted across her flesh. Pressure built inside me. Fuck. My soul craved, needed to be with her. After all, I was a fucking creature that wilted flower petals during her absence. I decayed without her.
Prudence sighed as I dragged tiny bits of my form inside her bra and tugged at her nipples. “I want you to show me. Because I’m not sure what my body yearns for.” Chest rising and falling with her deep pants, Prudence shut her eyes and leaned nearer, seeking me out.
“Me either,” I admitted. “But let’s find out together what our souls want.”
My mate’s pink essence burst from her, becoming erratic as it tangled around me. I shuddered, and so did Prudence. Her soul was light and soft—like magic against my own soul. In her presence, I felt complete.
Dematerializing all of her clothes except her cloak, the material spread out underneath her when I pushed her backward until she laid on the stage. I could take her body and pleasure anywhere, but I didn’t want filth touching her. I hiked her legs up, parting them so I could take in her dripping cunt.
God, Prudence was so gorgeous. I paused and stared at her, overwhelmed by her beauty.
I teased her clit with my shadowy limb, and she arched, crying out. Then I fondled her tits, her nipples, and the space over her rounded hips. I traced her lips, eyes, and collarbone with a dark finger.
Again, I stopped to admire her. How did I get so lucky?
My soul brightened and expanded the more I explored her. Prudence’s lust climbed and filled my nostrils. My princess’s eyes became hazy as she stared. And she let me touch and enter her. Her soul rubbed itself down the back of my black soul, making my shadow ripple. I groaned.
Fuck.
My miasma morphed into the silhouette of a