Reaver of Souls

by Stephanie Burke

  “We…dirty,” he sighed, gesturing to the mud that still streaked his body and the bodily fluids that glistened on them both.

  “So we hurry and wash,” Sable grinned and reached far down for the shower gel, almost falling as her body decided that balance wasn’t really necessary at this point.

  But Torn held her safe until she grabbed the elusive bottle and a bath puff sitting on the built-in soap dish.

  Silently, she covered the puff in foam and began to gently wash his chest.

  Torn had never felt so loved.

  “Torn… I love you,” he repeated, and noted the sly grin that spread across her face.

  “Not as much as I love you,” she added as the strength returned to her legs and she set about washing her man. “I am not running and screaming because you turned into a lightning rod, and believe me, most women would be screaming now.”

  “Torn no hurt,” he snorted as he rose up to his full height, turned and presented her with his back. “Torn protector!”

  “You certainly are,” she sighed as she ran the soapy puff over the mountains of muscles that made up his back. “And you are mine. All mine.”

  “Torn is Sable’s.” There was finality in his words.

  “And don’t you forget it!”

  The rest of the shower was quiet enjoyable and Sable got to discover a few new places on his body that made his huge dick dance to the rhythm she set.

  And Torn let her.

  He really was the perfect mate.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Contentment! Complete and utter contentment!

  He had never felt that before, and he doubted that anything would ever feel that good again. Torn felt a smile spread across his lips as the slight weight of Sable pressed him deeper into the sheets.

  Sable was perfection. There was no sense of going through the motions to please him, she genuinely wanted to make him feel…

  “Loved!”

  The voice of his inner demon seemed content as well.

  The stuff that Sable did, that she taught him…

  He purred in memory.

  “Again, stud?” Sable giggled as she nestled under his chin, shivering at the velvety texture of his skin on her sensitive body.

  “I like again, Sable,” Torn whispered as he cuddled her closer, bending to brush a kiss against the tangled mass of bright red close-cropped hair on her head.

  “Oh, I think I like it, too,” she chuckled as she pulled away far enough to begin kissing down his chest.

  She paused at one masculine nipple to tease it into a sharp point with her tongue, before her lips began their tantalizing travels again, towards his navel.

  She smiled as she thought about the shower incident.

  That was the most amazing…outrageous…unbelievable act of wanton carnality that she had ever been a party to! She wanted to do it again.

  After scrubbing down in the tepid water, their bodies rubbing close in the shower stall, she pulled the dazed man out and into the steamy bathroom. A quick application of towels and they were headed to the bedroom for some much needed sleep.

  But that is not what happened, exactly.

  Torn had spied her lotion and whispered, “Massage,” which happened to be one of the most powerful words in the human language.

  Where he learned it was anyone’s guess, but the man sure knew what he was doing there, too!

  He started with her front, gently massaging the small red marks made with his mouth, frowning as he examined them.

  “Torn sorry,” he whispered, looking so sad that she felt guilty for having fair skin.

  “It’s okay, Torn,” she reassured. “It’s a small reminder and I am proud to have the marks there.”

  He looked at her with such wonder in his eyes that she couldn’t resist taking the lotion and applying it to his chest, watching as his eyes widened in wonder. He had never had a massage before, it seemed, and she set out to see to that oversight.

  But his body was too delectable.

  She wound up dropping the lotion at her waist and running her hands all over his body, pressing at the spots she knew would drive him wild.

  Torn, for his part, laid back, eyes wide in amazement as his woman painted his body in tiny nibbles and long licks.

  As the licks were going lower and lower, his body was getting hotter and hotter, and he just knew that they would need another shower after this.

  Sable giggled, but it was a low erotic sound as her tongue traced the cobblestones of his stomach then dipped into his navel.

  Torn jerked as he felt fire shoot through his veins. His hands found themselves tangled in her short hair, urging her lower.

  “Not until I’m ready,” Sable purred, laughing at his frustrated groans.

  He had a damn hot body. She loved the taste and feel of it, and she knew he was enjoying what she was doing. Proof was hitting her under the chin.

  “Sable…”

  “Not yet!” she whispered then bypassed his groin all together to part his legs and place kisses along the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

  “Mmm.” He arched into her touch, spreading his legs wider, showing her where he needed her touch the most.

  Sable sat back and stared at the wanton sprawl before her and licked her lips.

  His thick cock was lying against his stomach, his heavy balls lay just beneath, all framed by a soft down of curly black hair.

  His thighs were muscular pillars, golden brown in color and the best example of masculine perfection she had ever seen.

  His chest heaved with every breath he took and she marveled that she controlled all that strength.

  His arms slowly lifted, reaching for her as his eyes turned that smoky gray, pleading with her to finish what she started.

  Relishing her power, she slowly shook her head and ran her fingers along the throbbing shaft of his cock.

  “Pretty, pretty piece,” she purred, running her fingers along the head, rubbing through the beads of moisture there and lovingly rubbing them into his skin. “Pretty, pretty and all for me.”

  She was so engrossed in her game that she never even noticed the predatory look that crossed his eyes.

  Before she could even think to squeak, Torn rose up and grabbed her around her waist.

  The world shifted on its axis and she found herself laying flat on her back, her limbs spread out from her body, her mouth open in shock.

  “Torn play, too!”

  Then he was shifting over her, his long hair dragging over her body, catching and dragging against her hard nipples, making her sensitive skin all the more sensitive.

  But it was the sight of her mate, her man, that stole her breath away.

  “Vernt ta Orge,” he growled, low and dangerous as his eyes glittered, a hint of red bleeding into the stormy gray orbs. “My mate,” he growled as something that lived deep inside of him began to break free.

  Sable could only watch in aroused awe as Torn rose above her, proud and strong.

  “Mine!” he repeated in English, though his meaning before was perfectly clear.

  “Yours,” Sable soothed, feeling the urgency build up in her mate and wanting to ease it, but at the same time she wanted to see it build.

  Her hand reached up and caressed his smooth cheek, felt the muscles there clench and jump with tension.

  Torn had never felt this level of want, this level of need, and yet it was tempered by an extreme level of protective instincts.

  No one would ever lay a hand on her. She was his and his alone.

  That dark place deep inside him reached, swirling to life, and it felt right, this darkness.

  He would kill anyone who dared touch her! A low growl rumbled, filled the air, and he realized that it was bubbling up from his throat. And that it felt good, it felt like letting go.

  Then he felt it, that gentle touch against his face.

  He snapped his head down, his attention on…her.

  The smell of her, the feel of her, the ta
ste of her he could feel in his mouth. His mate. His woman. His Sable.

  He lowered his head and gave in to the need to taste her, to run his tongue along her neck, to feel the rapid tattoo of her heart, to smell the arousal that poured off of her in waves.

  Then he had to have more, wanted to taste more, wanted to cover his body in the pure essence of her.

  Sable moaned and arched her neck up, tilting her head to the side, a blatant act of submission on her part.

  Seeing that, the anxiousness in him eased and the growl became a low rumble.

  Sable!

  Her scent enfolded him, as her skin…so soft.

  His eyes zeroed in onto her nipples, dark berries that pointed towards him, inviting his tongue to forage, to play.

  Sable shuddered under her mate’s touch. She never knew this side of Torn existed. All the time she had known him, he had been gentle and sweet. This was different. This was a turn-on.

  She felt hot wetness seeping down to soak her curls and made her clit throb.

  His lips wrapped around her nub, sucking as his tongue laved the swelling tip.

  “Torn!” she gasped as her hands dove through his silky curls, rubbing his scalp, encouraging him to suck harder.

  Her body began to tremble with this new desire, the emotions within her began to swirl and churn. Her back arched off the bed, pushing towards this source of pleasure and a low moan, her moan, filled the room with sound.

  “Suck it harder,” she gasped, pulling at his hair. “Please, baby.”

  Grunting, delighting in the pleasure-pain at his scalp, Torn left her nipple and moved towards the other, treating it to the same delicious torment.

  “Lower,” Sable gasped as she parted her legs, creating a space for him while encouraging his lower explorations.

  Torn almost purred as he gave in to his mate’s wants, as he began to lick and nip at the skin of her stomach until he reached the small indention of her navel.

  Once there, he nipped and licked at it, making her shiver in unexpected pleasure. Who knew that a navel could be so erotic? Maybe it was the man, she decided, then all thought left as he reached lower.

  Torn trembled as he got closer to the sweet, musky smell of his mate, closer to the source of her desire. His hot hands grasped her thighs firmly, spreading them further, exposing the weeping pussy.

  She was beautiful, a golden-drenched rose, delicate lips lightly furred and parting as they throbbed in desire and spread to expose the pale, milky seed of lust that fueled her drive.

  Her clit was beautiful to him; it called for fingers and a tongue. It begged to be manipulated until his mate was nothing more than a pile of wanton, screaming passion, clawing at him and wanting more.

  The imagery was enough to almost cause his control to slip and his vibrating cock to explode.

  Moaning, he closed his eyes and fought to give his body time to ease, to not just slam into her as deeply and as harshly as he could, to fulfill both of their fantasies there and now.

  But he slowed down, lowered his head, inhaling deeply to draw in her scent, to mark himself as belonging to no one but her.

  Then he rested his elbows inside her widely spread thighs, and lowered his head.

  His thumbs slowly spread her apart, exposing the hooded clit and his thumb ran lightly over its wet, silky surface.

  She hissed as every muscle in her body tightened in reaction.

  “God, Torn!”

  With that glorious cry of hers ringing in his ears, Torn growled and buried his face in her cunt.

  “Ahh!”

  Her thighs clamped around his head, holding him in place as she writhed under his touch.

  “Sable,” he murmured against her hot flesh as his tongue parted her folds and spread her juices around. His hands moved up to take her thighs again, to spread them further apart so that he could move his mouth lower.

  With relish, he began to enjoy his mate, to slurp in her juices, to purr in delight at the growing sensation of warmth deep in his chest.

  This was right, he was home, he was where he wanted to be.

  Shaking his face and growling softly, he closed his eyes and gave into his need.

  More Sable, sweet Sable, perfect Sable.

  And Sable, she threw her head back and wailed her pleasure to the heavens.

  Wave after wave of pleasure flowed from her clit to her hungry walls that seemed so empty. It shot up her spine and tightened her nipples and made her back arch. It left her body in a wanton sprawl as her fingers ripped at her sheets, and her feet slipped on the bed as she tried to find purchase with her heels.

  This was amazing, this was perfect, this was Torn.

  Her hips bucked upwards, forcing more movement, more pressure from his mouth even as his hands fought to hold her still so that he could partake of his special feast.

  But soon that was not enough.

  His cock, swollen and throbbing in his need, begged to be bathed in the soothing moisture that flowed from his mate. He knew that only burying himself in her heat would assuage the lust that had taken over.

  Growling, he jerked himself up and spread her thighs wide, pulling her legs on top of his shoulders.

  “Mine!” he growled as he positioned the head of his cock against her weeping opening.

  “Yours! Yours, Torn!” she managed, then sucked in a deep breath as she felt the wide broad head of his cock part her. “Ah…ah…yes!”

  The solid heat of him, the wide breadth of him, the grunts and growls that rolled from his throat.

  “Ah…Torn! Harder, baby! Harder!”

  Tightening his grip on her waist, he pulled her into each of his thrusts, his teeth gritted and his eyes narrowed as pleasure spiked up and down his spine.

  “Ja kerien tu sont!” I’ll give you what you want.

  He leaned over, almost bending her in half and took her mouth in a fierce kiss.

  His lips dominated hers, forced her submission then invaded the sweet recesses of her mouth, sliding in and pulling out, mimicking the smooth deep glide of his cock straining at her pussy walls.

  Her scream of pleasure was muffled inside his mouth and he greedily swallowed her cries and sought to force more of them from her throat.

  Shudders took both of them and a pale white glow began to emanate from his body, filling her with power and causing mini explosions along her straining pussy and tightening the muscles of her stomach.

  Again and again he slammed himself home and the intensity of the light grew.

  There was a wailing in the air and Sable found herself stunned to realize that it was coming from her mouth!

  Her eyes grew wide as the pleasure doubled then tripled, then threatened to take her sanity.

  She jerked her head back, almost afraid of this extreme passion, this all-consuming feeling, and then she gasped as she caught sight of her mate.

  Throwing his head back and ignoring the tendrils that clung to both of their flesh, Torn arched his back and roared as a massive set of black wings exploded from his back.

  Feathers fell around them as Torn gave a shout and began to move faster, deeper, harder than before.

  His cock swelled impossibly wide inside her, going deep enough to push against her soul as he opened solid red eyes, eyes that were fierce and passionate and filled with love…for her.

  It was too much! Sensory overload!

  Her body doubled up and tensed still, locked in position as a screaming orgasm tore through her.

  “Torn!” she shrieked, then her inner walls clamped down on her mate, marking him as hers, demanding that he give up his seed to her hungry body.

  “Griths!” he screamed, his tri-toned voice higher yet deeper than she had ever heard as he dropped low over her and began a series of rapid-fire lunges that slammed against her sweet spot, increasing the intensity of her climax, dragging it out, even as it brought him to his own apex.

  “Sable!”

  Then he was there!

  He felt his balls sla
m up to the base of his cock, felt the tingling that began low in his spine slide along his stomach and his legs, felt the almost burning sensation as his hot seed forced its way through his cock.

  He felt the wave of heat as his skin darkened to midnight before flashing back to its gold tones, felt his whole body come alive as spurt after spurt of his seed exploded through his vibrating cock.

  “Grrrr!” He growled, his mouth dropping to her neck, his teeth clamping sharply on the soft sensitive skin there, then the sensations were too much for his swollen cockhead.

  He exploded, a white-hot gush of passion that flooded her gripping sheath, spurt after spurt of bone-melting pleasure that sapped the strength from his bones and turned his muscles to water.

  His hips continued to thrust, a reflex, as he collapsed on top of her heaving body.

  “Sable,” he breathed again, as he felt his wings, the black angel’s wings, flutter down to envelop them both in their downy soft haven.

  “Torn,” she breathed, trying to slow the rapid beat of her heart as her hands traveled up his back, one buried in the wildly mussed hair, the other tracing the oddly spongy skin where wing met back.

  He shivered in response, his whole body tightening around her and a deep purr escaped his mouth.

  “That…that was…” Sighing, she closed her eyes, not having the words.

  Torn lifted his head, staring at her face, wondering if his changed appearance had frightened her.

  Never had he had a partial transformation before, never in all the times he pleasured his own self or the one time he was with Zuthla.

  Maybe because you finally let go, that inner voice purred, replete in its freedom and the sexual act.

  His thoughts turned away from that voice as he stared down at his mate, watched her eyes blink once then slid open slowly.

  “Sable?”

  Sable stared up into his eyes, now a deep purple, and said the only thing she could say.

  “Again! I wanna go again!”

  * * * * *

  Terror paused as his eyes widened in his face. A sudden flush of color filled and reddened his body, making his breathing begin to heave.