Reaper Mine: A Reaper Novel (32 page)

When she was done crying he kissed her, and kissed her. And she kissed him back. Because she had been in love with him before and now she couldn’t deny it. She held him to her and her hands caressed him in a new and gentle way. What he had endured, to just be with her? She couldn’t fathom, the type of pain he had gone through. Her heart filled to bursting, and she hugged him close.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered brokenly.

“I’m not.” Victor whispered back.

“Are you still in pain?” she couldn’t help asking.

“No.” she didn’t know if he was lying or not but it didn’t matter. The fact he had gone through it was what mattered. She leaned back and cupped his face staring into his dark eyes. They shown with passion and love and she let it suck her in. Elle knew she would never feel this type of passion and love for anyone else, ever. Leaning up she kissed him, pouring everything she felt into this one kiss. Hoping to obliterate any remaining pain from his horrible punishment. Let him know it really was worth it, their love was worth it. She kissed him. Opening herself up to this hard Reaper, who new Violence intimately. She wanted all of that erased, in this single kiss.

Victor couldn’t get close enough to her. He wanted to mentally and physically climb inside of her and never leave. He had never felt this way with a woman before and it should scare the hell out of him. But, with Elle, if felt right. So damn right. It was almost wrong not to feel this way with her.

Her taste, her smell, the feel of her skin against him, it all felt right. When she had cried for what he had gone through just so he could be with her. It was all right because he knew he would do anything to just be by her side. Even put up with that crazy bitch Tabitha.

Gods how he loved this woman. So much it was overwhelming, it filled him so completely it terrified him but at the same time made him so happy he wanted to scream with joy. He leaned back and looked down at her. Her lips were plump from their kiss, and her eyes were drowsy and filled with passion. He did that to her, filled her with passion. And in return is filled him with such passion he almost couldn’t control himself.

He wanted to fall on her and ravish her like a crazy person. She was his, and he wanted to stamp it on her damn forehead for everyone to see. “Promise me you won’t ever run from me again,” he demanded as he ran kisses down the center of her body his hands cupping her beautiful breasts, thumbs strumming her pert nipples. Her breath caught, and she nodded. Her breath starting to shallow out. As her desire started to take her over.

“Say the words Elle,” he growled as he flipped the clasp of her jeans with his teeth. Her eyes watched from under heavy lids. “I need to hear the words.” He tongued the zipper and dragged it down with his teeth. His hands skimming down her ribcage. He tugged on her jeans, easing them over her hips and down her legs. Leaving her in just her lace panties. Her entire body started to shake with need.

Victor stopped to place open mouthed kisses along her hip and upper thighs, Elle’s hands had wound in his hair and she tugged and pulled. Moans and grunts of ecstasy were the only sounds she was making as she writhed beneath him. He had never seen anything as beautiful, as the woman he loved, caught up in need.

But he was going to get the promise from her before he allowed her, her passion. His fingers trailed along the lace of her panties, and her eyes opened as she chewed her bottom lip. “Elle, are going to run from me again?”

“Victor please,” she begged.

He smiled. “Oh I love the begging sweetheart. But not what I’m looking for.”

Elle took one leg and wrapped it around Victor’s shoulder putting the apex of her sex directly in his face and for a moment he forgot everything. And he buried his face against her, Elle came off the bed. Her low moan burned through them both. As she ground herself against him.

Victor lost himself in her for the moment, the smell and feel of her. “Gods your smell, Elle. I’ve missed you so damn much.” He dug his hands into her ass holding so he could push his face against her.

Even through her panties he could tell she was wet for him, and his world spun out of control. As his tongue sought out her clit, when he found it. Elle shot off the bet as he pressed it with his tongue.

“Victor.” She moaned his name, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

He needed to stop before things got out of control. After all he was waiting for a promise from her. Victor pulled back and bit the inside of her thigh, not hard but Elle yelped. “Bad, Elle.” Victor moaned.

Elle pulled away, and Victor sucked the spot where he had bitten her, kissing and caressing it with his tongue.

“Now where were we? Ah yes, Elle, are you going to run from me again?” This time he backed up as he pulled her panties down and in doing so forced her legs together. They were just above her knees and left them there.

Elle glared at him. “Why is this so important?”

“Because it kills me when you run from me,” Victor said honestly. “And I don’t know if I can live through it again.”

Victor stood and removed his pants. He was so hard, he was pretty sure he could cut glass at this point. If she didn’t agree soon, he was going to embarrass himself. At this point in the game, he was making a stand. Elle sat up, and with her panties still around her knees, she clutched his cock at the base. And licked the pre-come off the tip, making Victor sway on unsteady legs. His eyes crossed as his hand covered hers at the base of his cock, and his head feel back. He enjoyed the feel of her stroking him. But it was too much, and he tried to get her to let him go but she shook her head. Gods was she trying to kill him?

“And what about you?” She looked up at him. “Do you promise to never leave me like you did?”

She emphasized by circling the head of his engorged member with her tongue. Then sucking him all they in, past her soft palette, Victor nearly blew as she continued to suckle him.

“Gods, Elle.” He pushed her away before he went off.

She gave him a smile and one eyebrow came up. He was gasping for air and griping his cock trying to regain control. “I don’t have control.” He said “when Dante calls” he admitted. “He pulls me to the Infernos whether I want to go or not. But I swear by the Gods, if I have control, I vow I will never, ever leave you.”

The look she gave him was so shocked he didn’t believe it for a moment. “You didn’t think I would give you the oath?”

“No,” she whispered. Victor fell on her. He kissed her gently. “I give it freely not just because of the sex. I give it because I mean it, Elle. And I ask it from you for the same reason.”

Elle cupped his face. “I swear to never run from you Victor,” she whispered.

Victor just looked into her eyes, the amber, a dark intense color. Then he was kissing her again. He wasn’t sure how he got her panties off, and he didn’t care. Her legs were around his waist. Her hot, wet core surrounding his cock, as he slid into her.

Elle’s head bobbed back on the bed and Victor let out a moan as he slid home.

Victor filled her so totally, she wasn’t sure where he started and she began. When he was fully imbedded, he stopped and Elle wasn’t sure she could breathe. Then slowly he started to move.

Their entire bodies were touching as he moved in and out of her. Sliding out, until just the tip of him lay at her entrance. Sliding ever so slowly all the way back in. They moved together both gliding and sliding together, their breathing, and bodies in total sync.

The friction turned, and started a deep burn, their bodies becoming slick with sweat. Victor placed an open mouthed kiss against Elle’s ear and leaned up on his elbows. He increased the speed, he took one of Elle’s leg and put it over his shoulder kissing her ankle he reached down and flicked her clit with his thumb.

“I want to watch you fall apart, Elle,” he moaned, as he continued to thrust into her. His thumb flicking her clit. He didn’t have to wait long. “Open your eyes, Elle.”

Golden amber eyes opened just as the orgasm struck, her body bowed up. Her inner walls grasping his cock tightly, her mouth opened on a silent scream. And those beautiful golden eyes screamed pleasure.

It was just what Victor needed, he slammed into her. Once. Twice. Still watching the tremors flood through her, he let his own release surge through him.

He held her, rocking against her slowly, as small tremors spiked through them. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve her, and gods help anyone who tried to take her from him. He held her close as they came down from the sexual high.

Victor pulled her into the circle of his arms as he waited until he was sure Elle was asleep, before he snuck out of the bed, and went in search of a shower. When he made it back to the room, she was curled up in the small bed. He climbed in, pulling her close, knowing she was all he would ever need. He kissed the top of her head. Now, he just needed to kill the bastards that wanted to take her away from him. Then everything would be find.

Victor sat back after Tabitha finished explaining the Daughters plan. He should tell her what a good plan they had. He should but he wasn’t going to. The last thing the woman needed was for him to inflate her ego.

“What do you think?” Elle asked.

Victor shrugged. “I think it will work. My only concern is making sure we get the Dagger back.”

Tabitha nodded. “We didn’t know anything about the Dagger until yesterday. We might have to play that by ear.

“Hunter,” Christian said and Victor nodded. Christian stood from the table they were all sitting around and left.

“Hunter is the Reaper of Treachery. He will be able to ferret out the Dagger during the fight.” He pushed away from the table. “Where do you think Aldon is holed up at?”

“I had him followed last time he came here,” Tabitha said but Victor stopped cold and glared at her.

“When?” He scowled at Elle.

“Couple of days before you arrived,” Tabitha said it like she was imparting news about the weather.

“Are you joking?” Victor snapped.

“He came in peace,” Tabitha snapped back. “And the Sons of Adam have every right to come here, in peace. More so, then you and the Trackers, I might add.”

“And you just let him leave?” Victor finally shouted.

Tabitha rolled her eyes. “Didn’t I say I had him followed? Geez, calm down.”

“Do you honestly think he was just going to let one of your sisters follow him?” Victor wanted to shake the woman. And he was beginning to think she really needed to have some sense knocked into her.

“How stupid do you think I am?” Tabitha asked with her hands on her hips.

Skylar went to say something but Falcon slapped him on the back of the head before he could toss his two cents into the heated conversation.

“I put a tracking device into the sole of his shoe, like a tack. When he left Diana’s sitting room he stepped on it. And my little tracking device went with him.” She gave him the smug smile he hated so much.

Bowen perked up. “What kind of tracking device?”

“If I told you I’d have to kill you,” she said casually. But Victor had known the Tracker long enough to know the tech junkie was going to get the information out of the woman. Even if it meant hacking into whatever system the Daughters had. At lease now, Bowen knew they had some system to hack into.

Tabitha pulled her phone out of her pocket. “With an app on my phone I can find out exactly where he is.”

“Doesn’t do us any good if we don’t know what we are walking into,” Victor said turning to Bowen and Skylar. “Get me everything we need.”

Bowen rubbed his hands together and Skylar smiled. “Finally something to do.”

Bowen held out his hand. “Gimme the phone.” He had a smile on his face nobody could resist.

Tabitha narrowed her eyes, but then handed the phone to Bowen. Victor should have felt guilty but he didn’t even feel a twinge of guilt Tabitha had just handed over the key to every bit of technology the Daughters of Eve had to the techy Tracker.

“How long?” Victor asked.

Bowen smiled as he scanned the contents of the phone and said something to Skylar who nodded.

“I don’t like the look on your face,” Tabitha snapped at Skylar. Who blew the woman a kiss.

“Twenty-four hours,” Bowen said.

“Can you be ready?” Victor asked Tabitha.

Tabitha was still glaring at Skylar, but muttered, “Yes.”

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Elle fell into the twin bed, she was exhausted and her body hurt all over. She would have curled into a ball but it would have required energy she just didn’t have. So she lay there not moving.

“Oh sister you look so tired. This fight is so futile,” Chaos crooned.

Elle scrambled from the bed, her weak legs nearly giving out on her as she scrambled away from Chaos. She backed away pressing her back against the far wall. “How the fuck did you get in here?” And where the hell was Victor?

Chaos smiled, his nearly black eyes held no emotion at all. Chills danced up her spine making Elle shiver. “What do you want Chaos?”

“Do you really want this war, Elle?” he asked his head tilting as he watched her.