Page 16 of Hell's Reaper


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I nod. “That’s so cool. How did you… recruit them? I’m very unsure how you get someone to join in with you or even how to talk to them.”

“Well, we’ve all been friends for a while, so it just kind of worked.”

“The only hellhounds I’ve known were Hades’s,” I say with a groan. The room chills and my back stiffens, causing me to look up. A tall handsome guy strolls into the gym. His black hair is down, falling against his forehead.

What are they feeding these boys?

His dark blue eyes move to me because I’m staring and maybe... drooling? His lips are in a frown and his dark features are in the same fashion. His strong jaw tightens as he lifts his chin slightly.

My eyes trickle lower to his crotch. Gray sweats and a white long-sleeved shirt. Gray sweats are my weakness. Any sweats that show a clear outline of a dick are my weakness. And his is…

“Asura?” Amos mutters beside me.

My eyes stay glued on him as he passes us. He pries his eyes from me before walking toward the bleachers against the wall.

My eyes lower to his ass.

How fucking sexy…

Amos hits my shoulder. “You’re basically drooling.”

I blink, turning away and back to her. “Oh, the things I’d do to him.”

She giggles. “You don’t even know him!”

“I don’t need to know him. He’s fucking hotter than hell.”

“He’s a hellhound.”

I groan. “All hellhounds better not be this hot.”

She leans in. “I think he’s an ice hellhound… He might not have a reaper. He doesn’t talk to anyone but a few people.”

“Cold, brooding and hot… My type of man.”

Oh, are we talking about me, baby?” I hear Ledger’s voice right before he slams down onto the mat next to us. His red eyes on me.

I cock a brow. “Yeah, you too. But mainly tall, dark, and handsome in the corner.”

Ledger’s eyes move to the corner, and a frown comes on his face. “Inarian? You think he’s hot?”

I nod. Inarian.

“He’s not. He’s actually the opposite. Cold.”

“Does he have a reaper?”

He crosses his arms over his chest, and I notice the way his muscles bulge around his biceps. Hellhounds might be the death of me. “I don’t know. Don’t care. The guy’s a dick. You don’t want him as a hound.”

I glance at Amos. “I’m missing something, aren’t I?”

“Nope. Just a douchebag of a guy,” Ledger answers.

Like I need to know Inarian’s personality while I’m riding his face.All I need are his tongue, dick, and fingers. I smirk at my own joke, earning a glare from Ledger as if he can read my mind.

“You can find better hounds than him.”

I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. “We shall see.”

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