Fated to adore her forever, whether she permitted me in her orbit or not.
For once in my afterlife, though, luck, even if fate had forsaken me, was on my side.
Helena loved me back.
That whole “meant to be” thing… It wasn’t something we could ever aspire to.
Didn’t matter. We were us regardless. Rewriting fate—overwritingit—to our liking.
At least until, one way or another, the powers that be ripped us apart.
Until then…
I scooped up my soft, sweet, delectable,fuckablelibrarian and seated her on the sarcophagus.
“Oh my God, Grim,” she said, bracing her hands on my shoulders, squeezing muscles on one side, my exposed clavicle on the other. “What are—”
“I’m hungry,” I rumbled in my reaper voice as I hiked up her skirt, hands—both skeletal now—gliding up her thighs.
Being this close to her, between her legs like this, hit by the heat of her, made it hard to figure out what the fuck I was. Good thing she liked my bones as much as my cock because trying to keep myself neatly filed into one form or the other certainly wasn’t going to happen tonight.
“Are we supposed to be doing this in here?” she asked, her voice quiet and whispery—scandalized but tinged as well with hidden delight.
“Ipromiseyou she’s not going to wake up,” I said, the tips of my fingers finding the elastic lace of her panties, a garment she wasn’t going to need.
Ineeded them, though. Which was why, after I drew them down, off, and away, I secured the hot-pink lace in a pocket of my robes.
“Shouldn’t we—?”
I stopped her there, fleshless fingers clicking as I caught her chin with one hand, studying that strawberry-hued mouth that, even if I managed to keep us both out of the furnace for a thousand years, I’d never get enough of.
“Should,” I said, “shouldn’t. Supposed to. I don’t think you understand how that all went out the window on that fucking balcony. Aside from that, you should have figured it out by now that I’ll take you where I want.”
Helena whimpered, like she hadn’t known that’s what she wanted—needed—to hear. I pushed her knees farther apart. As they had before, they fell open for me.
That had my hands itching for every part of her, bone fingers twitching.
Beneath my robes, my cock strained with its own need, the pain of its rigidness just as delicious as my prey. But the depraved monsterpart of me wanted in, too. And that’s the part that came out first, wisps of smoke unfurling to catch Helena. I sent one vine winding up her body like a serpent. It shifted her bra aside as more vapors undid the clasps, unleashing her breasts in a spectacular display that made my dick throb. And she gave me no resistance as I bowed her backward over the cold stone sarcophagus. Which shewasgoing to get fucked on.
Dinner at last.
The thought echoed through me as the moonlight bathed her glorious form in the floral pattern of the stained glass window—a fitting mosaic of gamboling roses and vines.
“Your string,” I said, my dark voice reverberating around us in the tomb while my shadows caught her wrists, pinned them to the lid. “You should know I fixed it while you were in the shower.”
“Wh-what?” she asked, trying to sit up, but I tightened my hold on her, smoke serpents constricting.
The pulse of her heart beat through my wispy black tentacles, building to a manic speed—something that had me relinquishing more control to the part of me that didn’t think so much in words.
“You didn’t know I was there,” I said. Matter of fact.
Helena hitched a breath, like she liked that. Just like she liked this.
What else had I unknowingly done up to this point that she’d been into?
“The next time,” I promised, “you will.”
I obliterated the distance in a blink, diving in, assailing her exposed cunt open-mouthed and ravenous.
