Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(105)

“Now fuck yourself on my cock. Show me you deserve to come again. Be my slut.”

She moved, sliding my cock from her and taking me back inside her again. The tight sensation of her made me groan. This woman had my fucking heart in a chokehold. She gave me so much pleasure. So much happiness. So much fucking joy.

My lips parted on the words wanting out of my head, but they wouldn’t come. Instead, I watched her fuck herself on me. The way she sighed with her pleasure. How she took me without resistance or complaint. She worked herself against my dick, increasing the pace with each thrust. I could not be more awed than I was by her.

I tugged on her braid, pulling her up to me and wrapping my arm around her waist to hold her body against mine. Then I took over, thrusting up into her. She moaned and curled her arm behind us, wrapping her hand behind my head. Her fingers speared into my hair as her head fell back against my shoulder.

“Good little slut,” I murmured. “My good girl taking me so well.”

I thrust harder, wanting to dive off the edge of the fucking cliff with my woman.

“Stroke that needy clit, little Scar. Come with me.”

Her free hand curled between her legs. She panted as she touched herself and met my eyes. There it was. Our bond filling the space between us. Our eyes reflecting our feelings of love for each other. It was the only thing I needed in this world. Us. Me and her.

“Give it to me. Give me everything.”

Before she could say a word, I caught her mouth with mine, kissing her like my life depended on it. Because it did. It depended on her. She was my air. My sustenance. The very fucking essence of me. I couldn’t do anything but give in and let her carry me under.

We came together in a fucking crescendo of passion and pleasure. Our bodies trembled together. They became one. I didn’t fucking know where I ended and she began. There was nothing but us. Just fucking us. We mattered. We were here. And we were fucking alive.

When our lips parted, our eyes fixed on each other, our breath mingling together with our exertion. I wrapped my hand around her throat, unable to help myself from doing so.

“I love you, little Scar.”

She brushed her mouth against mine.

“I love you too.”

The words settled between us, reminding me this was our moment. Our time together.

It started with us. We had been the catalyst for the events of our lives. Our desire to be with one another had cemented the path we’d all trodden along. It had dragged us all down to the very depths of hell. We’d had to pull ourselves out.

This proved it was all worth it. It showed me no matter what shit I’d gone through, I’d never given up on her. I never would.

We pulled apart to clean up with the supplies I’d brought. Scarlett rearranged her clothes and smiled at me as she stood. I wrapped an arm around her, drawing her against my side as we both turned to the lightening sky. It was streaked with oranges and yellows, signalling the dawn. A whole new chapter of our lives began today.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered as if she didn’t want to break the peaceful silence of this moment.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

She nuzzled her face into my chest as she wrapped both arms around my waist.

“You’re still a little obsessed with me.”

“I’ll never stop being obsessed with you, little Scar. You’re my entire world and so much more.”

“You’re mine too.”

I wrapped my other arm around her, cuddling her closer as the sun peeked over the horizon. The two of us had created a new memory here. One to replace the old. We’d taken our pain, broken it apart and filled it with love. Our love. The unbreakable kind. The one that would never shatter.

Scarlett looked up at me, her eyes shining with the purest happiness. It made my heart expand to encompass every part of her.

“My perfect little warrior.”

She reached up and placed her hand on my cheek. I could feel her ring digging into my skin. The one I’d placed on her finger, making her my partner for life.

“My War.”

I leant down, resting my forehead against hers and breathed in her cinnamon scent. I was content. I was happy. I was home. Because wherever Scarlett was, that was home.

The story of our life had begun with me and Scarlett. It ended with us too. It ended right here, where everything had gone wrong.

We weren’t just Scarlett and West any longer. We were Nyx and War. And we belonged with the rest of our family. Pestilence, Famine and Death.

The Four Horsemen and their goddess, Nyx. Etched on each other’s hearts forever as one. Fate had woven the strings of our lives and brought us together. And it would never tear us apart again.





Epilogue


Scarlett





The breeze was cool against my skin. The sound of it rustled through the leaves of the tree above me as the sun dappled across the blanket below me. My eyes were closed as I lay back against West, who was propped up against the tree behind us. In between my crossed legs was Prescott. His head rested in my lap as he was currently using me as a pillow. On my right, Francis was laid out on his side, checking his phone. My fingers were tangled in his hair, stroking the soft strands as I often did. To my left sat Drake, reading a book on his tablet.

I opened my eyes, staring down at my left hand resting on Drake’s thigh. The sun reflected slightly off the platinum ring. It was strange to think a year had passed since the day on the roof when we’d vowed to stay together forever. A year of learning each other all over again, settling into our lives, finding peace, contentment and, most important of all, happiness.