Darius does it his way. “Let me hear little moon choke, Ramses. Fill her tummy.”
Ramses is already in front of me. He fists his cock, his tugs aggressive and hard, but he stoops and brushes his lips over mine in such a beautiful and sweet way, I’m helpless to stop my emotion spilling over. He wipes the tear away from my face, his eyes not leaving mine and in them all I see is confirmation over and over and over again.
Darius pushes in more, forcing me down against Kai, and Ramses’ hand cups my face, his thumb patting over my cheek while he paints his pre-come over my lips.
“You’re ours, Heidi.” They talk together, they talk as one. And then they show me I’m theirs.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
HEIDI
Iroll over, looking for more snuggles and warmth.
And while Kai’s bed is huge it’s not big enough for more than a few rolls, that’s how I realise the truth.
I’m alone.
My eyes fly open in case it’s not true. My arms and legs spread out as I search out for any lingering warmth. There is none because there is no one in bed with me and maybe it shouldn’t hurt, but it does.
I’m surrounded by their scent; I still wear their claims on my body, and I’m hidden under more blankets than I remember us having before we all crashed last night. Their absence is pretty fucking noticeable.
I feel violently sick, probably made worse because I’m freaking out.
The more alert I become, the quicker saliva pools in my mouth. The icky feeling of nausea rising up higher and higher. Twisting around, I search out the switch for the lamp on Kai’s bedside table. His book falls, and the noise makes me jump; my hand wraps around one of the water bottles we shared.
The instant I twist the lid, a wave of chemical fumes makes the nausea that was climbing up my throat explode. I’m unable to do anything but lean over the edge of the mattress and spew up an exorbitant amount of water.
I manage to croak out, “Kai!” It’s a pretty pathetic attempt.
I hate being sick, almost as much as I hate crying. I keep calling for them in my whiny voice, but it’s crickets.
Rolling over into a ball, I think I fall back asleep. I’m not sure, my vision is blurry, my thoughts scrambled, and I can taste metal on my tongue, but their scents keep me grounded. Ramses orange is the most noticeable due to the t-shirt I’m wearing, it makes me feel centred.
Knowing I need help, I take a step towards the door. I stagger, like my feet don’t understand where the ground is. I take a moment, breathing through another wave of nausea and feel better, but still not great.
Stepping into the corridor, I’m hit with the realisation the triplets are not inside the house. It’s too quiet, everything too still. I guess the shock or worry of that burns off some of my sick feeling, while there’s a festering of vicious voices in my head telling me they’re not here at all.
A stupid part of me needs to check, instead of going with the insight I am completely alone in their house, on their property. I should trust the feeling too, considering how many times I felt this exact way growing up, and finding out in the morning that Margot and Allan left in the night without saying goodbye.
I swipe away a tear and lock out the hurt, letting all their sweet words and the memories of how the triplets had been with me become a guide. I search the house, room by room for them. There has to be a reason. I can’t believe they would abandon me. Not after the time we’ve spent, the love and ownership they’ve showered over me. The bites on my body, the bruises from their hold, the ache of my pussy, it is living proof they wouldn’t leave. Isn’t it?
I start hoping they’re injured instead. How bad is that? But as I open door after door, shit, even checking the gym and the downstairs rooms, I keep expecting to see them.
Pulling on Darius’s hoodie and a pair of Kai’s sweats, using a pair of old flip-flops at the door I also do a full lap around the house before my path takes me to our special spot in vain, desperate hope.
But they’re not here, you can barely see proof we were here at all, the place looks so untouched. Finishing off my round of their home and their property, the second I take the last corner around their house, all that is left of my dreams for a happy ever after with them goes up in flames… Their cars are gone. I am the only person here.
A tidal wave of epic and negative proportions hits, not unexpected nor unwarranted, but I need answers as to where they’ve gone.
And even though it’s pretty clear that I’m here and they’re not, I refuse to let go of the last bit of hope. Instead, I search for clues, or even a note. There’s nothing except a bundle of mail dropped on the island bench, scattering the ADV tests from days ago.
Except tucked in the middle of the letters, I find the answer to what’s going on. It’s pretty hard to pretend I don’t recognise the corporate logo of Verdune.
My hands tremble so hard that the letter from Verdune falls out of my hand. I swear there’s an echo when it hits the floor. I stare in horror at the envelope as much as the letter taunts me for what feels like forever until I have to know what it says.
Addressed to Pack Alastor, I tear open the envelope. Before I’ve finished the first paragraph, I’m keening in regret, wailing in grief. A fucking remittance advice typed in bold black lettering—Reimbursement of Monies paid at Omega Auction. I could maybe live with that. I’d be hurt. But it’s the next line that breaks me into a million bleeding pieces—Advancement of first month service fee—personal security detail—H Holmes.
Cruelly, my subconscious replays Kai’s voice in my head, his comment about them doing anything to keep me safe looping louder and louder.
