“Is it really you?” His voice was no more than a harsh whisper.
I nodded, happy tears gathering in my eyes.
He gave a harsh, guttural sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh, and ran to gather me in his arms.
“Where have you been?” Torin asked him.
“I had to try to find Anna,” he said over my shoulder, not letting me go.
I tried to pull back to ask what happened, but his arms closed tighter. It was like being squeezed by two pythons. “Can’t breathe here,” I half-joked.
He barely relaxed. “God, I’ve missed you.” He passionately kissed my neck, my face, my lips before pulling back and staring into my eyes.
His hands roamed over my body, tracing patterns on my back and ass. Like the others, he seemed to have trouble letting go. They kept touching me as if to assure themselves I was really there.
I felt the same. The other three moved in, watching us both hungrily. “We should go somewhere else,” he said finally.
“He’s right,” Heath said. “My parents could return at any moment.
Riley and Tor nodded, and Torin said, “I have another safe place.”
Within minutes, we were at another cabin in some woods, somewhere far away. I didn’t even care where we were. As long as we were together, and safe for the time being.
As we entered, I could feel their eyes on me the whole time, happy yet wary. Much the way I felt.
Riley broke off in search of food, and I could see him in the kitchen. His muscles flexed as he worked, making me want him again. Want them all again.
I moved against Heath and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my body against his back. “What are you thinking?” I whispered in his ear.
He started slightly but didn’t pull away. “Nothing really. Just hungry,” he replied, staring into the kitchen after Riley.
“I know,” I said softly, nibbling on his earlobe, causing him to jerk. “But I want more than just food.”
Enzo turned around to face me, his eyes dark with lust and need. He pulled me close, his hand trailing down my side before sliding into my panties and underwear. He groaned, his fingers finding my wetness.
“You’re so ready for us,” he murmured against my lips.
“Always,” I breathed out, arching into his touch.
We made love quickly yet passionately – a fiery storm of desire that left us both panting and wanting more. But something was still off between us; it felt incomplete without Heath’s penetration. He’d fucked the others, put his cock in mouths and in their asses, but not mine. Apart from that first moment in the cemetery, he hadn’t even put his tongue in my mouth. He acted as if I were fragile glass that might shatter if he touched me too hard.
I couldn’t believe he was actually afraid to hurt me. He’d been rough before. A thread of fear slithered through me. Was it because I was now a Reaper? Did he know the extent of my change?
Later that evening, Riley, Tor, Enzo and I sat together on the couch, and Heath finally joined us after a long shower. I saw him step out of the bathroom, his cock jutting from his towel as he dried himself off. My mouth watered at the sight of him – he was so beautiful.
“I thought you’d never come out,” Riley teased him.
Heath blushed slightly before sitting down next to me on the couch. We watched TV together, our legs tangled together under the blanket. I couldn’t help but reach for him, tracing the lines of his abdomen with my fingers. He groaned and jumped up.
“I think we need popcorn,” he said before hurrying into the kitchen.
I tried to not be hurt by what was clearly a rejection, and even the others glanced at each other in confusion.
“Excuse me,” I murmured. “I think I’ll help him find the butter.”
Tor laughed and gave me a dark look full of dirty promises. “You do that. And bring extra.”
Enzo and Riley chuckled as well, and a hot blush bloomed on my cheeks.
Heath’s eyes widened when I went into the kitchen.
“I’m here to help you,” I said, and suddenly it had a deeper meaning.
His eyes closed briefly before he gave me a bright, fake smile. “My hands have been busy, but I think my fingers have enough strength to push a microwave button.”
“You don’t have to tell me how good those fingers are at pushing buttons.” I grinned and went to put my arms around him.
He dodged my embrace by opening the microwave door, and I ended up giving him a back hug instead. I laid my face between his broad shoulder blades and whispered, “What’s wrong, Heath?”
He gently pried my hands loose from his waist and turned to face me. There was a world of longing and pain in those blue eyes as his gaze travelled over my face like a drowning man watching rescue slip away.
“Tell me,” I said softly.
His gaze flicked toward the other room where the guys were still watching a movie, Riley now with his head in Torin’s lap while Tor’s fingers played with the curls falling over Rye’s forehead. Enzo’s eyes flicked our way then he turned back to the movie.
“Kiss me,” I begged, tilting my face up. He hadn’t kissed me on the lips nor directly participating in any of the lovemaking since I’d been back. He stayed on the periphery fucking, or being fucked, by one of the other guys. I needed him between my legs. I grabbed one of his hands and placed it on my breast. “Make me come.”
He groaned in a way that sounded like a thousand torments, then claimed my lips in a searing kiss, one that spoke of desperation and longing after weeks spent apart. Our mouths moved together hungrily, tongues dancing and twining as if trying to make up for lost time.
