Death’s New Pet: Love after Life

One minute I’m perched on the sofa, thoughts churning through the chaos of the day, the next, I’m staring up at the God of Death, towering over me in all of his mighty, sinful glory.

Sweat clings to his skin and his muscles ripple when he flexes his shoulders. Those dark eyes scan the room before settling on me. Unwillingly, I gulp.

“You,” he spits the word so spitefully that I almost choke in horror. “Come here. You’re going to help me with my anger.”

“What?”

Startled, I put as much distance between us. He crosses the room effortlessly and I almost long for someone else to join us in the living room. When it is just us two, I feel as though I can’t breathe. His dark eyes glare into mine so deeply that I almost feel as though he could get lost in them. I feel him scrutinise every inch of me, desperately looking for answers to questions he hasn’t asked. For a long moment, he is deadly quiet, analysing me.

“Tell me who those men in your trial were.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I cry out, backing myself into the kitchen. I don’t know why I lie, perhaps it’s to protect myself from the evil creature leering over me, looking like he could do far more damage than they ever did. My hands outstretch to try and put distance between his chest and me but after the display I saw earlier, I realise how futile it is. “Please, stop—”

Suddenly, I bang into the kitchen counter behind me. His head cocks to the side when he hears the light thump of my ass against the granite. I can feel his warm breath on my skin, and I hate the way my stomach twists again.

Fuck, he looks so undeniably handsome in this light, all ragged, unhinged and angry.

I try to fight the overwhelming thoughts but when his tongue darts out to lick his lips, I find myself transfixed on the movement and my thoughts grow more perverse.

What is he doing to me?

“Must I repeat myself, little mortal?” he snaps. I shake my head in fear and press against his chest to push him away, anything to get the oxygen to return to my lungs. However, his large grip curls around my wrist and he removes me from his chest.

“Leave me alone! What is happening? Why are you here—” The questions flow out of my mouth, but clearly, I’ve answered him wrong. A menacing growl slips from his lips. That sound should have me trembling in fear and telling him everything he wants to know, but it doesn’t. If anything, that feeling between my legs starts again. A dull throbbing in-tune with my heartbeat.

“Tell. Me.”

“Why do you want to know?”

I don’t know why I poke the beast, perhaps Leonardo and Maximo beat the common sense out of me. His grip sinks into my hips and he yanks me closer to him so that I have to crane my head backwards to maintain eye contact.

“They didn’t kill you, but I promise you now, little mortal, I will fucking destroy you. You are mine to kill.”

“I’m not afraid of death.” The stupid words slip from my lips before I can stop them, and I instantly kick myself. His eyes darken and his eyebrow cocks as if to accept my challenge.

“You’re not afraid of me?”

I swallow down the lump in my throat. I can’t even bring myself to say the words, so I instead weakly shake my head.

His nostrils flare. “You should be, little mortal. You should be very fucking scared of me.”

“And if I’m not?”

“Then I’ll fucking make you—” Before he can even finish his sentence, he spins me around and bends me over the granite counter. It presses harshly into my skin, and I feel the resulting pain prick at my body. Yet, much to my horror, my body flutters in the most delicious way.

Feeling his hardness pressing against my back, I gasp. “What are you doing?”

He stiffens and holds me still for a moment. His tight grip on my arms tense and then loosen as though he can’t figure out what he wants to do to me. Then, his hand slithers around my neck and I feel his hot breath against me. His sharp fangs scrape against my skin, making me break out in goosebumps. “I’ve never been one to resist temptation, and unfortunately, little mortal, I am very fucking tempted by you.”

“Let me go.” I say the words, but I am not sure that I mean them. The tingle between my legs is stronger and my breathing becomes ragged. It takes everything within me not to press back up against him. Maybe I am fucking insane because why the hell is my body responding to this creature?

“Fuck, little mortal, I can smell you.” He groans deliciously. “I can smell how wet you are for me, and I’ve hardly touched you yet. You crave your punishment. Don’t you?”

A blush stains my cheeks. “What?”

“Oh, that’s right, baby, I know exactly how well you respond to me.”

“Death, let me go,” I whisper. He tightens his grip on my neck and pushes my head to the side. His tongue darts out and I feel the forked thing dampen my skin. He leaves a trail of goosebumps where he licks, and I can’t help the breathless moan that slips from my lips.

“You don’t really want to be let go, though, do you, little mortal? You’re desperate for a real fuck with someone who will truly fulfil your dirty little fantasies, and only I can give that to you.”

“Please,” I beg, but I don’t know what for.

Suddenly, he spins me around and forces my head backwards. My lips part on instinct and his gaze fixates on it. He licks his lips hungrily. “I want to fuck you raw, make you cum over and over until you stop hating me.”

“I’ll never stop hating you.”

He ponders on this thought. “Good.”

“And I’ll never cum for you.”

“You don’t have to like me to cum, little mortal, and you sure as Hell don’t want to challenge me on that topic.” He brings his face closer to mine. We are so fucking close that if I lean forward, I’ll feel his plump lips against mine.

Everything within me screams to close the gap. Let him make you feel good. For once, find pleasure in the pain a man will give you.

The other half of me screams against reason. Don’t relent. Don’t give in. You have one mission and one mission only: revenge—

Suddenly, his lips are against mine and he inhales me. The God of Death fucking kisses me!

As soon as our lips touch, my whole body explodes with pleasure. He tastes bitter and musky but in the most delicious way possible. He’s not slow, gentle, or sweet about it either. He kisses me like he fucking hates me and wants me dead.

His claws sink into the softness of my back as though to control himself. The pain makes me gasp and he forces his tongue in my mouth before I can stop it. His forked tongue explores my mouth, roughly claiming everything as his own. My hands try to push him away, but he forces me to stay intoxicated in his embrace. I whimper but I’m not sure whether it’s in fear or pleasure, and he growls. The sound is low, and I feel it vibrate through my chest.

“No,” The word is strained as I say it. I’m not even sure I mean it but suddenly, he releases me. Both our bodies heave as we struggle to grab our breath again. He looks so fucking hot with his rippling muscles, swollen lips and black eyes.

He’s fighting with himself on whether to fuck the shit out of me or listen to my reluctance. His fingers curl into fists but he doesn’t touch me again and I almost cry out at my stupidity for ending the most intense kiss of my life.

“Listen here, little mortal,” he growls. “That is the only time you’ll ever say no to me, got it?”

Holy fucking shit. My pussy gushes at his words and it takes everything within me not to throw myself at him and continue where we left off. Slowly, he runs his tongue across his lips, tasting me. His eyes flutter closed, and he growls, losing control. When they reopen, they seem darker than before… if that’s even possible. The inky tattoos on his body are going wild now too, racing around furiously.

He takes a step closer towards me, snatching what little breath I have left. “I do hope you survive these trials, little mortal. I’ll be very disappointed if I don’t get to fuck your pretty little brains out before your soul dies. And I’ll be furious if someone else gets to kill you. Your death is mine. Got it?”

And with that, he flashes out of the room, leaving me trembling and desperate for more and resounding fear about what the fuck I’ve just done.