Conjuring Wrath (Seven Deadly Book 3)

by Michelle Gross

  I was his. He was mine.

  My forever and ever.

  The thought heightened the pleasure engulfing my body.

  “Now that’s perfect,” he uttered, and I opened my eyes in the throes of my orgasm to see him staring down at me. The intensity of that was overwhelming. His unabashed lust and affection as he watched me come.

  I was soaring.

  His thrusting grew faster as his hands slipped under my ass. He cupped my cheeks and hauled me up slightly to where he could control and hammer into me. The hint of another orgasm crawled over me—almost too strong. I went to nudge him back slightly. My fingers slid over his slick, taut stomach, but he jerked my hand away and rolled his pubic bone into my clit—around and around he moved his hips while pumping in and out slowly.

  I arched, screamed, and latched onto his arms as the hot and tingly sensations placed me at a pinnacle where I fell off, over and over. It was endless. Barron’s body was a weapon for my undoing, and he slashed me with it until tears were sliding down my cheeks. I didn’t know sex was like this.

  But this wasn’t sex, was it? It was Barron and me. Me and Barron. Us.

  With a groan, he filled me completely. Tingles erupted all over my body as he pulsed and spilled himself inside me. I leaned forward and peppered his cheek with kisses. He made me so delightfully satisfied that I wanted to give him any and every kind of affection.

  Squeezing my ass cheeks tenderly, he pulled out of me. Laying beside me, Barron pulled me on top of him. His easy-going smile gave me goosebumps. Although his erection pressed against me, Barron wanted to talk. I learned about his curse, and how it consumed him over the years. When Barron told me that his favorite place was a Japanese walkway covered in pink cherry blossoms, I realized he had a soft spot.

  Then I told him about my life, and how I moved a lot before the Pattisons. I even told Barron how I mistreated myself. When I mentioned all the boys I'd flirted with, he growled.

  I loved his reactions.

  Then our words got lost as his hand found the sticky, hot place between my thighs. I spread my legs apart, allowing him better access. He explored me slowly, and I let him. Our eyes never strayed. There was something about getting to be so close to someone and not want to dark blink. I didn’t want to miss the moment—not even a second of his handsome face before it became one of our first memories.

  Sliding down to align our bodies, he entered me. Heat blossomed at our connection and spread until it covered me. Softly, I moaned. As Barron slowly thrust, his hands explored every inch of me. Closing my eyes, I let every wonderful sensation captivate me. As his fingers traced a path up my spine, my skin tingled.

  “Look at me,” he instructed.

  I did.

  He peppered kisses over my chin, my cheeks, and my lips. Barron grasped my waist and guided me over his hard length.

  Ohhhh.

  Holding my gaze, he moved against me. Occasionally he'd thrust deeply and make me cry out. Before I realized it, I was caught up in the most torturous climax I'd ever experienced.

  “Ahhh,” I moaned.

  It was so intense the way he never stopped demanding eye contact between us. He watched me openly, cheeks red, eyes blazing.

  He had me soaring. Out of mind and body. Flying high.

  I knew from the desire in his brown eyes, that it would be a long time before he let me come back down.

  In his stormy gaze, I had found my home.

  Chapter 31

  Prudence

  “You’ll pay! You’ll all get what’s coming—"

  The measly low-rank demon didn’t get to finish his words. Payne’s blade severed his head. The fiend’s head rolled toward my feet as Sebastian faded in. “It’s been two days.” Sebastian didn’t waste any time speaking. I kicked the head and Sebastian stopped it from rolling with his boot.

  Payne exhaled and shook the blood from his sword. The splatter coated the ground. “Leave Barron alone. More than any of us, he needed a break.” He sheathed his blade and turned toward Sebastian who was grinning. “What?”

  Sebastian goaded playfully. “Don’t be sad that you don’t get a soulmate.”

  Payne didn’t respond. Like that could make my brother go away.

  “Sebastian,” I said.

  “Hey, Prude,” he responded.

  “You finished with your portals already?” I asked.

  Over the last two days, we’d been going out in pairs. It was an effort to cover more ground and take down more demons. There was a patient, heady excitement in my body as I thought of what we were about to stop. I was so ready to wipe out some nasty demons. They would not be happy when we crashed the festival.

  Sebastian nodded, his humorous swagger diminishing. “Barron’s not why I came to find you guys. We’ve stopped most of the trafficking. It’s time to rest up. Tomorrow night will be a long one.”

  “Are you bringing Isabella with us?” I asked.

  “She refuses to stay at the coven. In all honesty, we need my energizer.” Sebastian ran his hand through his blond hair. “We all know to meet up tomorrow at the castle but Barron.”

  “He’ll be there,” Payne told him.

  Sebastian smiled. “I think there’s no need for that syringe we carry.”

  Payne said, “I disagree. I’ve heard from Maureen. Barron needs a lot more than touching to ease his sin when he’s with Gwendolyn. What happens when we’re right in the middle of a battle and the rage hits him?”

  Sebastian rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Then, we should probably look the other way.” He waggled his brows. “I should go get heavily petted to prepare for tomorrow myself.”

  “I’m leaving before my ears bleed,” I called out.

  Bleh. I’d rather spend all my time alone than to fall prey to needing the touch of another.

  After all, I’d gone this long without it. Lust was as tame as ever with what I fed her.

  Chapter 32

  Barron

  Since the curse, I’d always had a burden stitched across my chest. An endless supply as a Reaper. In my isolated state with my sin, I believed I could never escape the hollow, drainage of being mean all the time.

  I knew I was wrong.

  I, the bearer of wrath, could be quenched.

  The responsibilities that drove me mad were in the recesses of my mind. On hold for my happiness. I’d never known such a thing before. Maybe as a kid, I did, but not as a man.

  Wrath was dormant for two days and nights. In the company of the one I adored, everything else seemed less important. It was easy to understand why I hadn’t left my home in a while as her hands traced the tattoos on my chest. Whenever I had the chance, I would live for me. I was going to just be a person—a man who wanted to worship and push the buttons of the woman he fell for.

  I’d never had a reason to be thankful for my sin. Until her.

  Lying in bed, I turned and pulled her in for a hug. She sighed contently into my neck.

  I’d bend to my knees and die for you, I thought and meant every word even though it wasn’t said out loud. Hell, I’d even stop killing my brothers for you. And if I didn’t have you already, I’d skim the world in search of you.

  She stiffened in my hold before her shoulders trembled. Pushing at my chest, she leaned away, and jade-colored eyes lit up. She was biting her bottom lip, entire body shaking before her laughter spilled out. At that point, I arched my brow. What was so funny? We hadn’t done much talking the last hour for me to make her giggle like that.

  “Not kill your brothers?” Her cackles filled the bedroom, but her voice—it was in my head. I paused, eyes bulging, and she noticed. “What? Oh! You can finally hear me too?”

  Holy fucking Hades! The marks. I forgot about that part.

  Grinning, I pulled her back into me. I’d never tire of holding her close. “What’s this? You’ve been listening in on my thoughts, dimples?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’d be careful. My mind’s an awful place to be,�
�� I warned.

  Pushing me on my back, she straddled me. “No, it’s not.” She slid her hands up and down my chest. It didn’t matter that I’d had her over and over the last couple of days. My cock hardened at any small caress she gave me. “Your mind was the second place that gave me the courage to help you—to go after what I wanted with you.”

  “Second?” I could feel my forehead crease. “What was the first?”

  “Wrath.” Her response bounced around in my head.

  Searching her face, I said, “I think it’s time you told me what my sin did the few moments you were together.”

  “Well,” she started, placing her hands over her head like she was stretching. The action caused her naked breasts to bounce. “I bet Barron will like this.” Her thought came to me.

  I couldn’t help but reach out and fondle her tits. “You wouldn’t happen to be distracting me, would you?”

  She fluttered her eyelashes. “I would never.”

  “Gwendolyn…” I groaned. “You were talking about my sin.”

  Exhaling, she said, “First, Wrath gave me his err—or your heart, maybe? I don’t know. I think he’s the reason I couldn’t go into Heaven.”

  I froze, lips parting slightly. That made sense. “That’s how you became a Reaper, and how you gathered my essence in you so quickly.”

  She nodded. “He just exists as your sin now.”

  “What?”

  “He formed a conscience from your suppressed emotions. Barron, your wrath, was you—your suppressed emotions. He took what you were too afraid to.” Her cheeks flushed prettily. “Me.”

  I placed my hands at her hips and gripped them tightly, dragging her slick pussy over my cock. “And you believed him when he said I wanted you so badly that I was literally splitting myself in two?”

  She moaned, rubbing herself against me and goose bumps broke out over my skin. I fucking loved the noises she made when she was turned on. Focus on what she was about to say, not those pert tits moving as she grinded against me.

  “Not completely at first—not until I had your thoughts.” She panted, and I forced myself to pay attention. This was something I wanted to know. “So, yes, Barron. Your mind is one of my favorite places. I can’t wait to explore it more.”

  “You’re perfect,” I told her. “Why are you here? So beautiful—so fucking stuck with me now. As long as I’m alive, you’re with me, dimples. You’re Wrath’s girl.”

  The blush and bright smile she gave me was everything to me. Everything.

  “I’m glad you’re more accepting to your wrath. It’s who you are.” Gwendolyn raised up and started scooting down my legs. She took my cock in her dainty hand and squeezed tight. I groaned as her hair fell against my thigh as she settled between my legs.

  “What are you doing?” I croaked.

  Fluttering her eyes, she lowered her hot mouth on my dick. Holy fucking Hades!

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” Her thought teased me as she flattened her tongue and sucked. “Give me your thoughts, soulmate.” Her voice in my head came out like a plea.

  Heat engulfed me.

  “I’ll give you whatever you want,” I promised.

  _______

  An hour later, I smacked Gwendolyn’s ass and tossed a red dress in her hands as she turned around. “Want me to materialize it on you?” I asked as she squealed, grabbing her chest like I spooked her.

  “No, I got it,” she said. I watched because I couldn’t turn my attention away as she lifted the snug gown over her hips, then bare breasts. I knew she couldn’t wear a bra with that kind of backless dress, but I still didn’t like thinking about any slimy demons staring at her. A spark of anger hit me suddenly, and my eyes widened. The first taste of wrath I’d had in days and all it took was knowing dimples was dressing up for our shit show at the festival. The one relief I had was knowing that every demon that devoured her with their eyes would be a dead fucker by the end of the night.

  “Don’t you need to hurry?” She glanced over her shoulder as I let my gaze travel up her thighs to her perfect ass. “Reaper, that’s why we just have five minutes to get to the castle. That look right there!” Her voice was high-pitched in my head as she pointed a finger at my face.

  I rubbed my forehead, putting on a good show of annoyance. “Damn, woman. How long are you going to stay inside my head?”

  I remembered Sebastian bringing up the mind reading a lot. The smug bastard was always proud of the fact that sometimes they could hear each other’s thoughts, mostly after sexual encounters. That was probably why Gwendolyn and I had been stuck in our thoughts. I’d touched and fucked her so many times in the last forty-eight hours that even her dimples wanted to be poked by my finger. We weren’t ever going to get out of each other’s heads at that point.

  She scoffed. The next thing I knew a pillow sailed toward my head. I dodged it and it hit the wall behind me.

  “Oh, my God!” Her shoulders shook. “You did not just go there with my dimples!”

  I shrugged. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

  “Your thoughts are so loud, I can’t help but hear it.” She put her hands on her hip as she stared at me. “You’re still in your boxers, and what am I going to do with this hair?” She picked a section of her hair up. “I don’t have any time to style it.”

  Snapping my fingers, her hair regained its shine. Thanks to me it was now curled. Earrings hung from her ears. And how could I forget the Gwendolyn-wants-Barron-to-fuck-her-in-those-heels? Waving my hand, I added the shoes, then put on my tux.

  Gwendolyn stared down at her feet and murmured, “Wow, I really do want you to fuck me in these.”

  I chuckled, striding over to her. I slipped my hand into hers and brought it up to my lips to kiss.

  Her eyes swept over me. “You look even more dangerous in a tux. Why are demons dressing up for this?” She ran her fingers down the dress suddenly. “It makes me feel dirty.” She frowned.

  “The human festival’s not just dirty—it’s fucking sick,” I told her. “I don’t want to bring you. I wish you’d—"

  “No, Barron. I won’t sit at Isabella’s coven while you go without me. We’ve already discussed this. Your burdens, your responsibilities are a part of mine now. We’re entangled so beautifully.” She brought our hands up and smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back despite the churning in my gut I’d been fighting to ignore.

  Rage was coming. I could feel it. That’s why I was trying so hard to savor that goodness with her. “I feel my curse slightly. The human festival will send me over the edge,” I admitted, bending down and resting my forehead against hers.

  “All the more reason you need me there,” she whispered. “To take your wrath.”

  Her words were so earnest, lovely even, but the truth of them was creating a fire beneath my skin. I could feel my entire soul darken. My red essence swirled around us as I inhaled her. “I’m sorry.”

  “What for?” she asked so innocently.

  “Since you’ll be there, I have every intention of using you if I need to.”

  I loved that she gave herself so freely and hated that the person who was my heart and soul was about to witness just how ugly my world truly was.

  For once, I would thank fate and the Devil for this curse.

  Without them, I wouldn’t get her.

  Chapter 33

  Gwendolyn

  Barron and I weren’t the only ones dressed to impress. The moment we entered the ballroom, I saw breathtaking beauty in alluring dresses. All of Barron’s sisters including his mother was the definition of enchanting. If I didn’t witness the dry humor, annoying behavior, and danger they possessed, I would think I was in the presence of royalty. But I’d spent enough days and nights around them to know otherwise.

  The men, however, looked dangerous—menacing testosterone trapped in black tuxedos and ties. Sebastian was the only one who didn’t wear a scowl and a furrowed brow. Tucking Isabella close, he grinned at us a
s soon as we approached. “We’ve been waiting. I hope you saved some energy for the festival. It will be a long night.”

  I patted Barron’s back. “Remember, no killing your brothers,” I said telepathically.

  He stared down at me. “Compared to how I usually am, I feel like sunshine and rainbows. They’re safe, dimples. I’ll only kill demons tonight.”

  I smirked, making sure he could hear my cackling inside my head. “Sunshine and rainbows? My God, I really have chilled you out.”

  “Your dimples are showing,” he told me. “I want to poke one with my finger.”

  I couldn’t contain my laughter from bubbling out into the ballroom that time. “Don’t be weird,” I whispered my thought to him.

  “It’s coming back.” Worry edged his voice along with a warning. “I’m trying to keep this peace with you. You don’t know what’s coming, but I do. And you might have to deal with my wrath during that.”

  “You don’t scare me.”

  “Fucking hell,” August groaned, gaining our attention. “They’re doing it. The mind reading. You can tell they’re having a conversation right now.”

  “Your point?” Maureen asked. I’d never seen her lover until then but the man was just as intimating as every other guy in the room. His gaze was fixated on Maureen, though, and no one else.

  “Here,” Isabella said, walking toward us with Sebastian right on her heels. “Melinda told me to give them to you.” In her hands were a pair of white gloves, but one glance at my dress and Isabella ran her hands over them until they were black. “There. That coordinates with the dress.” She glanced up at Barron beside me. “Just in case you need to take in his sin while we’re there.”

  I felt my cheeks heat. Barron grabbed the gloves and shoved them in his pocket. Barron didn’t tell them exactly how he released wrath into me, but maybe they knew. Especially after the witch, Melinda, had checked me out in front of all of his sisters.