Demons (Death by Reaper MC, #3)

by Esther E. Schmidt

  Gasps leave her delicious mouth again when I smack her ass and drag her back down. I fist my cock and let her slide right back on. One moment she’s on top, the next I have us turned and I’m pounding away inside her. Nails are digging into my back, her pussy clamping down while I bury my face against the curve of her neck. My teeth elongate and pierce her skin. Her taste hits my tongue and that’s when I surrender to her completely.

  Hot jets shoot out and enter her, my body fills with ultimate pleasure boosting through my veins. My head rears back due to the need to have her mouth. She gasps from the force of my mouth slamming over hers. Our teeth clash but there’s no way I can hold myself back. She consumes me.

  Our tongues battle and she gives it to me as roughly as I’m fighting for dominance. Until she tilts my head with both of her hands still gripping me, guiding in a way I don’t even know what the point was where she took the lead but the kiss has already turned into gentle seduction.

  There. Right. Fucking. There. It’s the moment I know with even more certainty she’s the woman who was created to lead standing right beside me. It won’t be a damn picnic sharing the reigns from time to time but if shit will go as automatically as this? There won’t ever be a big enough problem we can’t handle if we’re facing the future together as flawlessly as this moment.

  First things first. I pull back and she dares to growl at me from stopping our kiss.

  “We need a shower and clothes if we’re gonna do this,” I tell her, the corner of my mouth twitching from the way her anger rises. All because I stopped kissing her.

  “Later. Not now. I was enjoying myself,” she growls and tries to grab my head again.

  I tsk her. “I remember you fighting this whole thing between us and now you can’t get enough. No way am I complaining here but we went at it twice...now it’s time to put business before pleasure.”

  Shit. Mental note; never piss off a Fae when your dick is still lodged inside her body. Though the warning of pissing off a Fae is stated on the same line of their name when you look them up in the Supernatural history books. Surely, she has no reason to get this pissed at her own mate, right?

  “Sweetness,” I croak, her nails turning into long pointy claws, eyes burning red, a pattern spreading across her cheeks looking like scales. Yeah, I’d say she’s one pretty pissed off Fae. “Remember what I said before I made you come...we have business to settle with your siblings.”

  Her eyes narrow. Damn. You could say I’m a goner because I’m seriously loving that look on her, and the repeated use of it.

  “Siblings?”

  “Yeah.” I let my thumb trail over her bottom lip. “We’ll head over together, and I’ll hear what they have to say.”

  “You’re kidding,” she whispers, not trusting the words I just gave her since I was so fiercely against her suggestion before we ended in bed together. “You’re not kidding!” she now squeals.

  “My fucking ears,” I grumble, but her mouth is on me with my next breath, preventing me from complaining.

  When she pulls back the gratification in her eyes hits me in the damn heart like a sucker punch.

  “Oh, shush, it’s a big freaking deal.” Her beaming smile is another punch but deep down I’m starting to revel in this shit.

  Quite the turnaround for the both of us, instead of going head to head we now fuck and agree on things. Nice.

  “Come on, we’ll grab a shower, some clothes, and find my brother and your sister before I contact the Prez of the Hellhounds Charter.”

  “Does it have to be all official? Can’t we just pop in? I mean, these are my sisters; family.” Though I’d like to please her, I’m well aware I can’t on some points.

  There are a lot of reasons why I can’t, but with this? I’m already doing something below my damn standards. I won’t ever ask for help or apologize for that matter. So, me demanding a meeting with the Prez of the Hellhounds Charter along with the other husbands of Tria’s sisters is as far as I will go.

  “It’s not a social call, Tria. It’s business. I’m demanding the meeting, giving them the chance to get all they have to say out, so we can return home right after.” I debate telling her she can blink herself back to her siblings any time because I’m fairly sure she didn’t even realize she did so when we were having sex. With our bond in place, and her blinking ability restored, she’s free to blink wherever the hell she wants.

  Though it scares the shit out of me because my woman is damn impulsive and with Vapula waiting to strike at any moment, I need her to be safe and aware. Even if our bond lifted the binding for blinking, I’m fairly sure it’s our bond that won’t make her leave my side.

  Okay, fuck it, I’m letting her know. “Besides, when it’s safe enough you can blink and visit them yourself. If you didn’t realize it yet...with our bond in place, my binding spell doesn’t work anymore.”

  And I’m talking to air. I groan and roll to my back, slinging my arm over my head before fear grips me. Where the hell did she blink off to? What if Vapula was waiting for this and captures her? The air rushes out of my lungs as Tria crashes on top of me, burying her head against my chest.

  “Oh, gosh, I’m such a damn idiot,” she gasps and tries to snuggle closer.

  “What? What is it? What happened?” I try to angle her head to look in her eyes, needing to know what happened and if she’s hurt.

  Her head tips up but her gaze goes down as she mutters, “I blinked straight to Dio to tell her we’re going to see our sisters...but she was...busy. And...naked. And I wasn’t wearing any clothes either. And...let’s just say I think your ass is nicer than...” she mumbles her last words and trails off as my mind process the shit she just rambled about.

  “What the fuck?” I roar. “Not only did you risk your life with Vapula watching our every move, but you blink in and out naked to see my brother...fucking naked?”

  She swallows visibly. “Fucking naked. Emphasize the naked part along with the fucking and then mix it with my sister. A visual I never want to repeat. I’m sorry. I won’t blink and not think ever again. Believe me, I’ve learned my lesson since my eyes will probably need to be replaced if I ever get confronted with that situation again.”

  Chapter Four

  ***Tria***

  I’m mortified. How could I act so thoughtlessly? Not to mention blink to my sister without thinking things through. I mean, the both of us used to do it on a regular basis; blink in and out of each other’s room without thinking twice. I guess with the both of us now mated things have changed drastically.

  No more instinctively dropping by without reaching out because I seriously never ever want a repeat of what just happened. I need bleach to wipe the image off my corneas. I consider myself lucky my sister was facing me while she was having sex. Holy hell, I did mention never ever, right?

  Shit. Vike’s still furious. As he should be, because here I am rattling my own mind about being confronted with my sister having sex while he was worried about Vapula harming me and I could smack myself for not thinking about the possible danger.

  Better soothe the beast, right? But I guess I’m failing again because I have no clue how. I try to slip out of the hold he has on my head in an effort to snuggle close to his chest but I fail because he holds me in place. He’s demanding an answer of sorts, but then he releases a sigh and pulls me close. And I’m thankful he’s letting me skip this whole discussion.

  “I’m letting this one slide but you’re gonna owe me.”

  Great. So much for skipping the whole discussion. But to be honest? What other choice do I have? I really don’t want to get into this and it’s also a reminder of the burned down high I was having. From the way Vike made me feel, from the fact he opened up enough to plan a meeting with my sisters and their husbands. Not to mention I was so excited to be able to blink again.

  Sounds weird but when you’re able to transport from one place to the next with just a blink in time and then you’re grounded—so to say—for a few
weeks? Talk about frustration. Add the fact I will be going to see my other sisters...I couldn’t stop myself from hopping over and sharing the news with my twin. Plus, I thought Vike was giving me a peace offering by agreeing to see my siblings and their mates. That last one was a huge step, and the reason for me to agree.

  “Okay,” I sigh.

  He smacks my ass, as I gasp from shock.

  “Come on, woman. Shower time.” I don’t have time to reply because we’re standing in the bathroom with my next breath.

  He turns on the water and plants a hard kiss on my mouth. “Wait till you see your closet. I ordered you a whole new wardrobe but if there’s something missing or you need more, feel free to add to it.”

  “Feel free to...ugh. You really need to learn about boundaries,” I sigh. “Talk about being pushy and controlling.”

  The man shrugs as if he didn’t just put me on a personal doll level where he gets to dress me up in clothes he picked out. My anger flares but it’s quickly forgotten when my bare ass hits the cold tiles.

  “Stop overreacting, little firefly. I only want for you to have everything your heart desires,” he casually tells me between kissing and nipping the skin of my neck.

  Dammit. “Stop kissing me, it messes with my head,” I growl but it might have switched into a moan when his hand slips between my legs.

  I blink and find myself standing in the bedroom. Distance. I need it. All of this is too overwhelming and it seems he thinks he can distract me with sex at every turn. Okay, it does work perfectly and it’s not something I need to be complaining about, but this whole connection between us is a train wreck on high speed where no one knows how things are going to end.

  And to be completely honest, I don’t want it to end. Because the way we started? Fire mixing with fire and fueling up until we’re surrounded by an inferno of flames. It’s scarily scorching my soul and heart. And I know damn well how it is with eternal mates but it’s also a hard reality to swallow down, and going way too fast for my mind to process.

  Hands grip my hips, making me yelp. “Holy shit, why in the hell did I get a mate who can move as fast as me?”

  “A necessity to keep up with you or so it seems,” Vike grumbles. “The shower is all yours.”

  He doesn’t say anything but grabs a towel and starts to dry his hair. Shit. Step on toes, check. See his brother’s naked ass, check. Make him angry and annoyed most of the time, check. Yeah, I got this whole eternal mate thing under freaking control.

  Tears burn my eyes and suddenly I’m angry at myself for being a mess. Talk about control...seems I don’t have it at all. Shower. I need it if only to use it as an escape to get my bearings. Even if I thought Vike was an asshole, he is trying to be a nice one.

  Once I’ve comforted myself with hot water and a fluffy towel, I stroll back into the bedroom and notice Vike isn’t here. There’s a note on the bed with just one line to let me know he’s in the main room of the clubhouse.

  I mentally scold myself again for being an idiot since Vike’s the President of this MC and needs to lead his men while handling the Vapula situation. Not to mention he had to do it alone with his brother cursed in the dungeon. No wonder he’s the hardened man he is. Well, he is all sweet and caring toward me, in his own way because it does feel overbearing and assholishly.

  Ugh. I hate myself even more when I open the closet and see all the pretty things he bought me. Tears burn my eyes when I see most of the clothes are jumpsuits. It feels like he knows me or my sister spilled the beans about our favorite thing to wear. Though it might just be the fact Vike knows Fae like to wear a jumpsuit to have the ability to fight fluidly while hiding various weapons underneath.

  For the sake of being sweet I ignore my train of thought and take it how I like and decide to see it for what it is; he cares about me and likes me to dress how I’d love to. Oh. My. Gosh. The drawer on the left isn’t the underwear it should be. Instead it’s all weapons. Pretty, pretty weapons.

  Bright colors and...now I actually do cry because the weapons are organized by color. Meaning if I’m going to wear the dark green, wide leg slit slip jumpsuit...I get to match it with the green throwing knives. Is it weird I’m getting all giddy about it? Because I’ve checked all the other drawers and there are no freaking panties to be found. Bras, yes. Also various colors but no darn panties. Ugh, this man has weird priorities.

  By the time I’ve dressed, pulled my hair up into a high ponytail, and stroll into the large room of the clubhouse, it’s rather crowded and noisy. I glance around to find my sister and I notice both her and Gunnar are surrounded by a large group of men. Well, Demons but they look like a bulky group of bikers nonetheless.

  The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and it makes me spin around. A guy is piercing me with his gaze. He doesn’t even hide the lust in his eyes when he lazily lets his eyes slide over my body.

  It’s in this moment my brain tells me Vike was right. Why bother with underwear when clearly weapons are a bigger necessity. If this guy doesn’t stop ogling me, he’s going to get a very nice green knife in his eye.

  “There you are,” Vike’s husky voice warms my skin.

  He pulls me against his body and tucks me underneath his arm. Damn. I know I’m tiny but this man is seriously massive. Correction; my man is seriously massive. I now notice every set of eyes is locked on us. I know every single move I make is a direct reflection on Vike.

  It doesn’t mean I have to fake appearances but it does entail I have to keep in mind not to put my foot in my mouth or show disrespect at every turn. Knowing he’s an asshole—and I know very well I’m a bitch most of the times when someone rubs me the wrong way—they might expect me to act out.

  But the little kicks to the gut I obtained since I got here shows me Vike’s intentions are not what I thought they were. If anything it’s taught me that the man underneath is someone who I can respect. Even more when you think of what he went through and is still standing strong and embraces me fully.

  I wrap my arms around him, stand on my tip toes, and still can’t reach him to place a kiss on his cheek. “Come down here,” I whisper-growl, earning myself a rumbling chuckle while he complies.

  Since he’s leaning in close, I can’t contain myself when I murmur, “Any chance I can test my new knives on that guy right there?”

  Vike follows my line of sight and another laughter tainted rumble slides through his chest. “No, sweetness. Hutton is harmless. Somewhat of a player, but harmless nonetheless.”

  “Well, if you say so,” I grumble, making him laugh some more.

  “Come on, we need to head over to Gunnar and your sister. He’s been complaining about being the center of attention. We both know he has to suck it up because we’re all happy to see him back to normal, but I do understand he went from solitary for a decade to center of attention,” Vike sighs.

  Hutton long forgotten, I lace my fingers with Vike’s and drag us over to my sister. When Dio sees me, I get a raised eyebrow and the glint in her eyes makes me aware of the words she’s not telling me.

  “I know,” I grumble. “From now on we’ll just knock, text, or call if we want to see each other, okay?”

  “What’s that?” Gunnar questions.

  “Nothing,” both me and Dio snap in sync.

  Vike smacks his brother on his shoulder. “Believe me, brother...it’s better not to ask.”

  Ugh. Just when I thought we were past this awkward incident.

  Dio clears her throat. “Have you tried this black licorice shot?”

  “Ugh, yuck. How can you even suggest such a thing?” I shudder at the thought, making my sister laugh because she damn well knows I despise anything involving licorice.

  “Here you go, ma’am,” a voice from my right says.

  Turning, I see Hutton offering me a bright green drink. Even if it looks appealing, I’m somewhat hesitant because the guy rubs me the wrong way. But since all eyes are on us, I bite back a negative response and ta
ke the offered drink and politely thank him.

  It earns me a squeeze on my hip from Vike, causing warmth to spread through me at this little gesture. And when I take a sip it surprises me how delicious it is. Fruity with a tangy aftertaste.

  “Have you tried this one? Fruity and tangy,” I ask Dio while she rolls her eyes at my excitement and shakes her head in disgust the next. Figures. She hates anything fruity.

  “Carbon copies yet oh so different,” Gunnar chuckles.

  “Well, right back at ya,” I tell him and stick out my tongue for the hell of it.

  Dio and I might be twins but on the inside we’re quite different. It’s not so much a surprise knowing it’s the same for Vike and Gunnar. Though when I glance at Gunnar...to me, he doesn’t look exactly the same as Vike.

  It’s the different ink, Vike’s nose ring, and most definitely in the crinkles around the eyes and the spark inside them. Gunnar has a bit of a haunted look while it fades some when he looks at my sister. Vike’s lips are more kissable to me but it might just be wishful longing because I know how good his mouth is when it touches any place on my body.

  “Stop looking at me like that or we’ll stop being social so I can drag you back to our room and fuck you thoroughly.” The roughness in Vike’s voice rips me out of the horny cloud I was creating for myself to drift off in.

  “Right,” I croak and down the rest of the green shot.

  The next few hours pass in a blur and I know it’s needed to have a few drinks with everyone—to be social and celebrate—because Gunnar has returned and both the Prez and the VP of the Demon Charter have mated. Yes, big freaking day...but I’m also itching to see my other sisters.

  Not that I doubt Vike going back on his word but it’s also something I want to get behind me. To know for sure he’s open to face them and have a normal discussion. This whole mess with Vapula needs to be dealt with. And to see Gunnar holding Dio close, it’s all a pressing weight that things can turn around way too quickly while Vapula is still alive and out there.