Page 43 of The Wraith & Her Killer
“Always,” he growls, pulling me up to devour my bloody lips.
It’s in this moment that he and I truly become one, wholly. Uncaring of the corpse of my abuser behind me, I ride Adris, fucking him and hurdling us both closer and closer to the sweet oblivion that we both crave. We’re a fucking mess and it only serves to heat me from the inside out, pleasure coiling deeply in my core, only for thedam to break a second later when Adris pinches my clit between his fingers that are trapped between us.
“Adris,oh my God—”I come with a cry, my body shaking with my release, so much so that Adris takes over, still roughly fucking up into me from below. His eyes roll back when he reaches his tipping point and he comes with a low, feral growl.
Even as our breathing evens out in the aftermath of what we’ve just done, he looks every bit of the monster that he is right now. “You are mine, Odessa,” he rumbles before pressing an alarmingly gentle kiss to my lips. “Mine to ruin. Mine to possess. Mine to absolutely shatter and reshape and mold as I please. My obsession with you knows no fucking bounds. Your life is mine and I intend to see you live it fully,Wraith.”
“Don’t you know by now,” I whisper against his skin right next to my handiwork on his chest, “there is no life for me without you in it.”
He sits up then, his eyes locked on something behind me, and his expression morphs into some cross between a morbid curiosity and something I can’t quite identify.
He leans in, sweeping my hair to some side before biting down on my shoulder, causing me to whimper and spasm around his half-hard cock that’s still seated deep inside of me.
“I have a feeling this is only the beginning for all of us, Wraith.”
Just as he drags his tongue up the side of my neck, drawing out a shiver from me, a soft whimper sounds from across the room and Adris chuckles against my skin.
Peeking over my shoulder, that’s when I notice we’re really not alone. And I don’t mean Santino’s dead body.
Calix stands shirtless in the doorway, palming his hard cock through his gray sweats—completely unapologetic in his blatant ogling. But his eyes aren’t on Adris… They’re onme.
PART THREE
Asoft squeak bursts past Odessa’s lips when my hands drift down her soft curves and I lift her, cupping the bottom of her ass and holding her against my lower abdomen. Her hands instantly loop around my neck and she nestles into the crook of my neck, peppering the skin there with nips and kisses and licks that only serve to rile me up as I carry her from the torture chamber, through the house, and into the bedroom. I bypass the bed, feeling the need to claim her body a little differently today.
Calix had hightailed it from the room when I shot him a look that even I couldn’t explain. I’ve never minded his voyeuristic tendencies before, but I wasn’t in the right mindset for him to look ather.Not after she murdered Santino like an avenging goddess and fucking claimed me as her own so ceremoniously that I was about to bust a nut from her vows alone.
It’s clear that Calix wants Odessa. He developed this instant, silent attachment to her and I can’t quite properly process that little nugget of information.
Knowing that the victim of the two men I killed today had multiple partners was fucking with my head. I’m well-versed in the world of living however the fuck you see fit and committing to whoever you feel drawn to, but the thought of Odessa being with someone who isn’t me? I was ready to drive my bike off a cliff when my brain had the fucking audacity to consider that she could find what she feels for me in someone like Calix. Rune, I don’t know if he would ever touch a woman, but Cal couldn’t be more obvious with who and what he wants, even without saying the words.
He wants her just as much as he still wants me. All in the same way he’s committed himself to Rune.
Could I tolerate it, though?
Someone else touchingher?
My wife.
No time like the present to put it to the test… c’est lafuckingvie… from a distance to start, of course.
I think it’d be frowned upon to kill the only two men that I trust.
Keeping her wrapped tightly around me, I open the floor-to-ceiling sliding glass door and step out onto the balcony, the warm, late evening air warming Odessa’s cooled, damp skin as she shivers against me. Her hips try to undulate, seeking friction, but her body locks up the moment we hear a long, drawn out, masculine moan.
On the shared balcony that connects my room to Rune’s, the man himself lays sprawled out on the round outdoor lounge that could easily fit four men. Calix moans again, his hard cock bobbing up, slapping his abs repeatedly as he bounces on Rune’s cock. His eyes are closed, head dropped back as he grips Calix’s hips and meets him thrust for thrust.
Curiosity gets the better of my little wraith because she lifts her head just enough to peek from under my chin and her breath catches in her throat, her hands shifting to grip the hair at the nape of my neck tightly when her eyes settle on the scene playing out before us.
We stand there silently for a moment, watching as Rune’s hands rove over Calix’s bare chest before settling one hand at the base of his throat and the other traveling down, nails scraping down his abs until his fingers wrap firmly around Calix’s cock. He pulls until Cal is lowered, his back flush to Rune’s front before propping up his heels on the cushion, renewing his efforts to bury himself deep inside of Calix’s ass.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Calix whimpers, his movements stuttering when Rune starts to stroke him from base to tip, his thumb swirling over the head and spreading his precum over his shaft.
Odessa writhes against me and I can feel our combined arousal soaking my abs just as much as I can feel her heart pounding so hard like it’s about to beat right out of her chest.
Rune sinks his teeth into Calix’s neck, pulling a loud, haughty moan from deep within his chest.
“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock like this,brother,” Rune growls into his ear, his fingers alternating between stroking the scar across Cal’s throat and squeezing.
