I think back to our grief-seekers tour, where those poor people are stuck in a time loop of the world ending. If that’s an afterlife, it would suck. To be trapped in an endless apocalypse situation with no chance of escaping? Horrific.
I wonder why their souls don’t get reaped every time the world ends? Or maybe they do and I've never seen it. They might not even be the same set of souls. Is it possible that the people there are constantly being re-souled?
Meeting Soren has certainly changed how I think about things. It was all a lot simpler when I was just a tour guide, no worry about people’s souls, just service with a sometimes-fake-as-heck smile.
When we reach Cam’s hut, she isn’t in the barebones main section, nor is she in the hidden den. I wander around a bit, assuming she’s in the bathroom and we’ll just have to wait a little while. After a few minutes though, Brogan gets impatient and goes to check her living quarters, which are apparently through another door I hadn’t noticed.
I sit down in her squishy swivel chair and take a better look at the set-up they’ve got going on here. There’s a list of maybe fifteen or twenty names and addresses, neatly printed and set out on the desk. It’s helpfully labeled ‘Biggest donors/fans. Possible weirdos/nut jobs.’ There are a couple with question marks where the address should be, but the list has maybe twenty names on it.
Brogan comes back a few minutes later, frowning slightly. “Her bedroom door’s shut, so I guess she’s sleeping.” He leans close, looking at the list in my hand, and I’m once again surrounded by his delicious scent.
“Seems like she was busy last night. I’d imagine getting all this must have kept her until late.”
“Looks like it.”
“How about you, babe? Are you feeling in need of a nap?”
I shake my head, unable to speak. His deep voice is like a primer stimulator for my pussy and I shiver.
“Are you hungry? Need me to make you some dinner?”
My eyes shift to his lips and I can’t help my tongue from darting out to wet my own. The move is unconscious, but it captures his attention and the atmosphere between us grows taut.
Brogan leans closer and grabs my wrist, tugging me to standing so that I’m wedged between his hot, hard body and the desk.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he says, eyes boring into mine with the kind of intensity that has my breath catching in my throat. I barely have the opportunity to nod before his lips are on mine, devouring, claiming. He sucks my lower lip between his and groans out a sound that reaches deep inside of me andyanksuntil I’m kissing him back just as fervently.
Brogan’s kiss is consuming as his hands roam up and down my body with abandon, like he doesn’t know quite where to start or end. He squeezes my ass and then moves up to palm my breasts, tweaking my nipples and absorbing the moan I let out in response. Then he’s reaching down to rub my clit through my jeans, his lips never leaving mine.
I squeeze my thighs together, finding that I amdrenchedalready.
“I would love nothing more than to wrap these perfect thighs around my neck and spend the day devouring this glorious pussy,” he growls. “We’re going from place to place and I don’t think I’m doing a very good job of taking care of you, my mate. I’m fighting all my instincts so that I don’t drag you back to my bed and keep you there, screaming my name for hours, only taking breaks to feed and hydrate you and then pounding into your cunt until you pass out in my arms.”
Holy shipsticks. Brogan gives my lip a little nip and grins at my shocked expression. He gives off a laid-back vibe, but this whole dominant side of him is hot as hell.
“Anything you want, my mate, anything you need, I’ll provide it.” He presses kisses along my jaw, then returns to give me another punishing kiss, his tongue demanding entrance where it swirls and twines with mine.
I’m pretty sure I lose track of anything and everything beyond this kiss. There’s nothing else that exists other than Brogan’s lips on mine and his hard cock pressing up against me.
I finally get a hold of myself enough to pull back, panting. My lips feel swollen and bruised and I’d love nothing more than to wrap my legs around him and have his hardness sink into me right here.
But we can’t.
“Later,” I croak out. Later, when we don’t have the worry of finding Wren hanging over our heads.
Later, when we’re not making out on Cam’s desk where she might come across us any minute.
Brogan nips once more and grins. “Sorry, babe, you’re right. We have the rest of our lives for me to treat you like a queen. Exactly how you deserve to be treated.” He shakes his head slightly, like he’s trying to clear the haze. “My hound is desperate to claim you, to cement the bond between us, and I can barely hold myself back when you look and smell so fucking amazing.”
His words, and the husky tone of his voice, almost has me losing it again. I honestly don’t know where I get the self-control that keeps me from leaning into him or begging him to take me to his bed. I’m not exactly known as the level-headed one. I’m more scatterbrained than that. But Brogan’s shifter side seems to be riding him pretty hard, so I need to be the one that keeps my head right now.
“We’d better find Soren and then pay these guys a visit,” I say, waving the list of names and addresses in the air. “Seems like we’re going to be plenty busy.”
Soren is waiting for us just outside and I’m half expecting him to be cold and to say something dickish, the same way he acted when I first met him. But once again he surprises me by shooting me a soft, shy smile and dropping a kiss to the top of my head.
Brogan leans in close as we trail Soren further into the garden, whispering, “Seems you’ve melted his icy exterior. How’d you manage that, babe?”
“I kissed him”
