Unmatched | ᴍᴀʜɪᴛᴏ

Chapter 38

Mahito jumped toward me as I entered the room, Mahito's transfigured human behind me. I exorcized it as soon as I was safe, and Mahito took the grocery bags out of my hands. He dropped them to the floor, then picked me up. I laughed and kissed him, running my hands through his long hair. He put me back down but didn't take his hands off my waist. He held me firmly to his side when we walked over to the door that led to the beach. I hadn't been there many times because I wasn't such a big fan of the sun, but every now and then, it was nice to lie around in the heat and watch Mahito and Geto play.

"You seem cheerful today," I said with an amused face. "Even more than usual."

He laughed, and I could feel his whole body shake. "I have good news."

I took a bottle of water from one of the bags, and Mahito opened the door. I was immediately overwhelmed by the sun and heat, but it wasn't as much as the first time. Geto was already lying down on one of the loungers, his colorful shirt unbuttoned, and when he lifted his arms behind his head, it slipped off his stomach, revealing his muscles. Ugh. Gorgeous. As if he had heard my thoughts, Mahito immediately stripped off his shirt, too. Ugh. Unmatched.

Sighing at his beautiful sight, I completely forgot that the others were there, too. But Geto cleared his throat, like he so often did when he noticed me getting lost in Mahito's beauty, and I tore my eyes away from the curse in front of me. Hanami was sitting in the sand, growing flowers in the palm of his hand. Jogo was fully dressed, sitting on the lounger farthest from where Mahito and I were standing, and looked rather grim. I supposed he didn't like me being here.

My suspicion was confirmed when he looked at Mahito, then Geto, then said, "Why do you allow her to be here? She shouldn't be here."

Mahito took a step forward but grinned happily like he didn't even take Jogo seriously. "Oh, lighten up," he said, leaning forward playfully. "I won't go without her."

Jogo got up from his lounger. "You shouldn't depend on her like that, Mahito. She is Gojo's and Gojo's alone. She won't follow you."

I laughed, but I could see the muscles in Mahito's back tense. "I am Mahito's," I disagreed firmly, stepping out from behind him. "And I will follow him into death."

Everyone turned to look at me. I ignored them. I kept my eyes on Jogo. I didn't know how many times I had to tell him this again. I didn't know how long he would refuse to believe me. And I didn't care. I wasn't here for him. I wasn't here for Geto or Hanami or Choso or anyone else. I was here for Mahito. As long as he wanted me to follow him, I would. No matter what the others had to say about it.

"Are you done?" Geto interfered. To my surprise, he was looking at Jogo when he asked this, not at me.

Jogo grumbled and nodded. He was such a petty little curse. Petty and evil and annoying. I didn't like him. Everyone else had earned either my sympathy or respect or both, but Jogo was just insufferable. I would never get warm with him, and he never with me. It was just going to be that way.

"Good," Geto continued. "Then let's get to it, shall we?"

Mahito's lips stretched into a grin again, and he took me by the hand. We sat down on the lounger next to Geto. Hanami put his palm to the sand, crushing the little flower, and listened to what Geto and Mahito had to say.

"We're going to Roppongi!" Mahito declared, his arms stretched wide.

I looked at him with a bemused face. "Feel like going to a nightclub?"

Mahito turned to grin at me, his eyes sparkling so menacingly that it took my breath away. "Feel like killing humans."

His excitement was infectious. I couldn't stop a laugh from escaping my throat. Killing humans sounded like the perfect cure to my slowly approaching boredom. I had never killed humans with Mahito by my side, and I was sure that there was nothing better in this world, nothing I would rather do. How could anything ever compete with crushing bones and having Mahito watch me with a proud smile while he was crushing bones, too?

His eyes grew wide when he heard my laughter, and he watched me for a second, taking me in before turning to Jogo. "And who says she wouldn't follow me?"

Jogo rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. I smirked, and so did Mahito. Geto said nothing.

"So why Roppongi? Why go all the way to Minato?" Hanami asked, making us all look at him.

"They're having a night dedicated to heroes," Mahito said, looking at me. I had always hated heroes.

Geto sighed and rolled his eyes, as if Mahito wasn't giving out the important information. "And we think one of Sukuna's fingers is there," he added.

"You think?" Jogo asked.

Mahito nodded. "We think."

"When are we going?" I asked suddenly giddy with anticipation.

"Tomorrow night," Geto answered.

Mahito and I grinned at each other, and I knew what was going to happen when we were alone. I turned out to be right. The second Geto closed the door behind himself, leaving us all alone at the beach, I took off my shirt, and Mahito took off his pants. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. His hands grabbed my ass and he held me closer, my breasts pressing against him.

He carried me to the little hot spring, then set me down again on the hot sand. He went to his knees in front of me, sliding my pants down with him. I moaned when his breath stroked my thigh. He stuck out his long tongue and licked me between my legs, making me weak in the knees.

Mahito slid into the hot water, taking me with him. I straddled him and he sank me down on his cock, sliding inside of me. I threw my head back, and the deeper he went, the louder my moan got. His hands were firm on my hips when he moved me back and forth, rubbing my clit against him. I held on to his shoulders and leaned into him.

When I moved up and down on top of him, the water around us made big waves. It reached my chin sometimes, but Mahito's mouth was against mine, so I didn't even notice. He licked the water off my neck, off my chest, off my breasts.

Later, when we went back inside (he not bothering to get dressed), we went into the cellar and killed his experiments. I licked the blood off his lips, his neck, his chest.