I deliriously hope for the latter but assume the former.
Whatever it is, it doesn’t truly matter. Because all I can do right now is feel. Exist. Bathe in the euphoric afterglow of being taken by two men.
Down my throat.
Between my thighs.
So thoroughlyfuckedthat I have no idea how to speak or think or do anything more than swallow. Vibrate.And accept this fate.
The world peeks in and out of existence.
Breath fills my lungs.
Life pulses between my legs.
Words are whispered into my ear.
Words from the God of Death.
Maybe he’s resurrecting me.
I nearly giggle at the concept.
But I feel his arms around me, his purr a beacon I curl into. I’m only vaguely aware that he seems to be shirtless now.
It doesn’t matter. That rhythmic sound is soothing all my hurts. Lulling me into a state of serenity. Protecting me.
I yawn.
He chuckles.
And we settle into something warm. Something wet. Something equally as tranquil as his purr.
“Rest, Serapina,” he murmurs against my ear. “I’ll take care of you while you sleep. And when you wake, we’ll start anew.”
I don’t fully understand what he means by that, but I think I nod.
Then I nuzzle into his chest, indulging in his crisp morning scent. Sigh. And let his purr quiet everything else.
My mind.
The erratic beating of my heart.
My painful inhales.
My world.
My being.
For just a moment, I lose myself to his familiarity. And allow myself…to dream again.
Chapter 34
Morpheus
“You haven’t triedto kill me yet,” I say as my cousin walks in with a towel against his wet hair. “I consider that to be a sign this might actually work between us.”
He snorts. “You’re not the one who fucked Serapina and marked her.” His dark gaze cuts to Maliki, who is lying naked in the bed with me, his arms around our freshly bathed mate.
