River peppers my core with soft, wet kisses before slipping his tongue in once, then back out just as quick. “Raven,” he purrs. His nose glides along my pussy like he’s enjoying being close to it.
“Y-yeah?”
“Eyes on me,” he gently commands.
As my focus returns, I pull my eyes open, dragging them over to his. They capture me in an unflinching gaze. With my heart pounding inside my chest, energy tethers us together forcing me to watch as he devours me, sucking every part.
“Mmm,” he groans. With a tilt of his head to each side, he gains a deeper angle. My hands find the back of his hair, threading through the soft strands as I move his head in the direction I want. Riding his face, my thighs pull open even more, craving him to crawl inside me.
“You taste so fucking good,” he hums against my pussy. “Thank you for letting me get my fill of you.”
“I have to take care of your needs just like you take care of mine.”
My stomach is clenching, preparing for an orgasm. It starts small, then increases as River picks up speed until I reach my climax.
Then he draws his head back, locking eyes with mine. “Will you move into the manor with me?” he asks.
Panting and dripping with sweat, my heart is in a death grip. “I already live there.”
“I mean for real. No townhouse.”
My mind bounces through what our life will look like together. Whether it’s choosing and researching our next target to stakeouts—we will be a team. River and I will head into the night to feed our darkness by serving our own level of justice—together.
I smile cupping his face. “I want that more than anything.”
“Can I make love to you?”
I barely recall uttering the word “yes” before River carries me to my bedroom to do just that.
Epilogue
River
Two Weeks Later
It has been two weeks since we killed Andrew, and the local news has only covered the story a few times, which surprises me, since Nolen, Duncan, Rich, and Andrew were all from the area.
My assumption is, if the police aren’t talking about it, maybe their disappearances are not much of a headline. I guess the public can make of that what they wish.
Leaning back in my office chair, I gaze out into the mountains. The clouds hang low between the trees, and when I think the raven won’t stop by today, a pair of black wings flutter past the window.
“Hey, buddy,” I greet him and wheel my chair closer.
The raven, now more meaningful than ever, has been a symbol of the bond between Lux and me. She’smy raven—fiercely smart, agile, and observant. It’s only been a half hour since I’ve seen her and I already miss her presence. She’s in the middle of a self-defense class with Sensei Clark which she started taking five days a week, and I promised not to interrupt this time like I have the last few. I take interest in what she’s learning, so when we spar together, I can make sure to keep her on her toes.
Because she’s the most precious thing in my life.
Now, finally completely moved in, her and I spend most of our time together. She’s decided to take on a less aggressive publishing schedule which will allow her to be more involved in our nighttime projects. We’vespent late afternoons hiking along the property, evenings having dinner in the main dining room or in the garden. The nights are my favorite when we both come alive and I get to make love to her over and over until we both fall asleep by the time dawn breaks.
I stand from my chair, nod at the majestic animal outside the window, and then head out of my office. It doesn’t take me long before I’m rounding the corner into the gym.
Wearing workout clothes that hug each one of her delicious curves, Lux is gloved up and punching the focus pad repeatedly. She puts up a good fight with Sensei Clark as his body jerks back with each of her blows.
“Looks like she’s kicking your ass,” I say.
Lux stops jabbing, but her feet continue to bounce in place. “Couldn’t stay away long, could you?”
I lean against the door frame with my arms crossed over my chest. “Of course not.”
