I can’t think.
I can only feel.
At some point they fall into the same rhythm, moving with such perfect focus that they groan together. I swear to the afterlife I will remember this for as long as I exist.
Cassian’s breath breaks first.
“Skye, fuck… I’m close.”
“Me too,” Talon grits out.
Nathaniel shudders. “Swallow around me. Just like that. Oh god…”
My orgasm hits me like a blow.
I tear a scream around Nathaniel’s cock, and the vibration of my voice pushes him over the edge as well. My entire body clamps down on Cassian, on Talon, on everything. I shake so hard the stones beneath us clatter.
Cassian gasps, thrusts deep, and spills inside me with a raw moan.
Nathaniel gives one last thrust, then another, before groaning as he releases down my throat.
Talon jerks upward, grinding hard against me, and comes in my ass with a soft, broken curse.
Their breath mingles over my skin.
The candles flicker.
Cassian leans down and brushes his mouth over mine.
“So, do you think I can consider us married now, Skye?” he murmurs.
Talon presses a kiss to the back of my thigh.
Nathaniel kisses my forehead.
I lie on my own grave, filled in every possible way.
“Yes, I think you do,” I reply.
And I mean it.
We are bound forever. In our case, not even death can tear us apart.
I will never let it.
The next day I wake up with the kind of resolve that leaves no room for bargaining. Today I’m doing the two things I’ve been putting off.
First, I’m reaching out to Rhea for real. No more circling the edge of the woods and waiting for her anger to cool. I’m going to use my powers to communicate with her directly, properly, the way I should have from the start. I’ve known it was possible this whole time but I never did it because I didn’t want to throw sand in an open wound. I kept hoping she’d show up on her own and give me a chance to explain. But the way things are going, and considering what I’m attempting after, I don’t have the luxury of patience anymore.
Once I reach Rhea, I’m facing the other thing I’ve been pretending I could put off forever. The Skystones. The souls trapped inside them. The murderers I’ve been treating like an abstract problem this whole time.
Yeah. That’s right.
I’m actually doing it.
No more letting it sit there like some slow-burning threat I can keep ignoring. It’s time to reach within them and try to reap those souls trapped within.
There’s a chance I fail, of course. There’s a chance I wake the wraiths and get my soul obliterated for my trouble. That’s exactly why I need to talk to Rhea first, to cross one more thing off the list in case I don’t walk away from what comes next.
