Seizing Year Four (Grim Reaper Academy 4)

“And you, child.” Life motioned at Yolanda to step forward.

I took Yoli’s hand, and we both stood before Life and Death.

“Mila Morningstar,” Death said as she placed her hand on the top of my head. “I grant you strength, long life, and immunity.”

Long life meant that I was under Death’s protection for the next two hundred years, so Yig could suck it. He wasn’t getting any blood sacrifices from me anymore, and neither from Francis. I felt my lungs expanding, forcing me to take a deep breath. My body mended itself from the inside out. When Death removed her hand, she left me standing a different person. I was strong, healthy, and I smelled normal again – like my mint-scented shampoo and my rosehip body milk. I could swear I was a head taller, too, or maybe I just felt like it because my spine had elongated on its own. It felt amazing. In fact, for the first time in my life, it crossed my mind that I, indeed, had a spine. And with a spine came focus, confidence, and responsibility. I was a Grim Reaper.

Life caressed Yolanda’s cheek with the back of her hand, wiping her tears and tucking her blond hair behind her ear.

“Your time will come, little one.”

Yoli sighed. “I’m human. I have, maybe, seventy or eighty more years to live.”

“You’re not just any human. You’re a human with a scythe, and it wouldn’t be the first time a human with a scythe proved everyone wrong.”

Yoli shrugged. She was exhausted, and by this point, all she wanted was to go home. Life gave her a smile and a pat on the cheek.

“You’ll do great things, Yolanda Aleksiev. Greater than your cousin.”

And, I swear to God, when I heard that, a burden lifted off my heart. For the first time in what felt like forever, no one was expecting anything form me. I wasn’t the Chosen One anymore, I wasn’t the girl everyone looked up to and tried to guess how she’d pull it off in the end. I was a Grim Reaper. One of twenty-two. And it wasn’t that special, it was just right.

“Come on,” I pulled at Yoli’s hand. “I’ll take you home.”

Headmaster Colin nodded at me. He stayed back with the other Grim Reapers. Death had some strength, long life, and immunity to give away.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Between reaping all over the world, Heaven, Hell, and the known pocket universes, and stopping to breathe and contemplate what had happened and how we’d gotten here, my boys and I found time to make up. I was still living with Sariel in Limbo, but when we were on the road – and we were on the road all the time – hotels were better.

A deluxe suite in Paris. I could see the Eiffel Tower from the window, but I didn’t have time to admire the view. We had to make it quick, before our scythes started glowing again, calling us away. Paz, as possessive as ever, drew me in his arms and kissed me desperately. From behind, I felt someone’s arms wrap around my waist and pull me away from the demon. He flipped me around, stealing me from a growling Paz, and my blue eyes met blue eyes. Sariel. He sank his hand into my hair and pulled my head back to expose my neck. I gasped. Since when was the Fallen One so daring and competitive? Since he’s grown dark wings and demon hooves. Paz had finally found his match. GC came to claim a piece of me, too, and soon I had three men all over me, pushing me toward the bed, pulling at my clothes, undressing me, kissing, biting, and shoving each other when one dared to try and take more than his share. As usual, Francis settled on the couch and watched us lustfully.

“I love you, goddess,” GC whispered in my ear as he entered me from behind.

“How can you love someone like me?”

They knew everything now, but not because I’d told them. Because they’d known all along. Not the details, but the general idea. They knew about Yolanda and how I’d made her map the parallel dimensions for me. How I’d sent her to find my mother, then dragged her in the middle of a bloody battle that wasn’t hers.

“You did what you had to do,” Sariel said, his hand coming to rest on the nape of my neck. He pushed me slowly toward his hard cock, and I closed my eyes and wrapped my lips around the engorged tip. “It’s not like we’re saints.” And he laughed.

Paz was stroking himself, waiting for his turn. GC fucked me hard and fast, causing me to swallow more of Sariel’s cock, until I almost choked. It was an exhilarating feeling. I could take it. We’d broken a few beds like this, the five of us. Sometimes, we forgot how strong and fast we were, and we ended up having to pay the hotel extra for the furniture we’d damaged. An unexpected orgasm shook my body, and just as I was building up for the second, GC came with a grunt. Annoyed, I sat up, pushed Sariel onto his back, and mounted him. I rode him until I came once, twice. The Fallen One watched me mesmerized, his hands roaming all over my hips, stomach, and breasts, as if he needed to touch and feel every inch of me. When he came, he pulled me down and held me to his chest.

I wanted more. Like a cat, I stalked toward Paz. The demon’s green eyes turned re

d with anticipation. We kissed, and I felt his cock rub against my stomach.

“How do you want it?” he asked.

I grinned. “Where…”

His gaze darkened with lust. He turned me around slowly, and I moved on my hands and knees, chest on the mattress. From this position, I could see Francis. The revenant never touched himself when he watched me get fucked by the other three, and patiently waited for his turn. He never asked, and he never said what he wanted or how he wanted it. He let me decide, let me give him as much as I desired of myself. This time, however, as Paz used two fingers to prepare the only place where I was still a virgin, Francis pulled his cock out and started stroking himself firmly. I couldn’t take my eyes off that big, beautiful rod. I licked my lips. Soon, he’d be inside me, and oh, Francis could fill me so deeply and fully, that fucking him was always the cherry on top.

The demon positioned the head of his cock at my puckered entrance, and I dragged in a breath. If I were still human, it would’ve probably hurt, but seeing how I wasn’t, the feeling was a mix of forbidden pleasure and complete surrender. My knees almost gave out. I felt like putty, and Paz had to hold my hips in place so I wouldn’t melt on the bed. It was like nothing I’d felt before.

“So tight and delicious,” he murmured.

I made eye contact with Francis as Paz moved in and out, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. The pleasure building inside me was out of this world. I moaned, screamed, and thrashed, moving my hips to meet the demon’s. Francis sat up, and with his pants around his knees, came over to the edge of the bed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. He grabbed my hair and made me look up at him as he rubbed his cock faster and harder. This was new… Him wanting to finish before me. Francis had never been selfish. “Open your mouth.”