Page 27 of All Hallows Fate

“Donkeys are cute,” I said, teasing. “Adorable little shits, actually.”

His eyes narrowed further. “Now you’re calling me a little shit.”

“You are a little shit,” I challenged, catching his bottom lip in my teeth as I grabbed two fistfuls of his ass and hauled him on top of me. “But this is the only ass I’m interested in right now. In case you’ve forgotten, you still need to earn my forgiveness for the bratty attitude you gave me earlier.”

“My bratty attitude?” Miz scoffed, pure light in his eyes. “What do you call interfering with me and Cat?”

“Husbandry.”

He tilted his head. “That doesn’t mean what you think it does.”

“Means I’m a damn good husband,” I argued as I kissed him.

“It means you have a farm,” he argued, shoving his hand between us to work my jeans open. “Animals and crops and shit.”

“Shut up,” I groaned and kissed him harder, because there was no way that word meant that.1

His fingers gripped my cock, shooting white-hot need into my veins at the exact moment a tingle down my arms alerted me to eyes fixed our way.

I set my lips to his ear and breathed, “She’s watching.”

“Better make it a good show then,” he replied, dragging his teeth down my jaw to bite my throat in the way that made my groan uncontrollably loud. “Let me fuck you.”

“Ha!” I grabbed a fistful of his hair, forcing his neck into a pretty arch. “Like hell you get to top. I thought I pushed and pushed until things snap, Misery?”

“I didn’t mean that,” he said, breathing faster, his hand tightening around my cock. “I was stressed and scared.”

“No, you were right.” I flipped us so he was crushed against the grass under me. “And now I’m going to push and push until that clever brain of yours snaps. And our wife is going to watch every damn second.”

19

Cat

This was so wrong. I should have looked away, but the sight of Tor pinning Misery beneath him captivated me. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Miz’s face was flushed, pink crawling down his neck as it arched, his mouth parted as Tor said something I couldn’t quite hear. But I’d heard them teasing, bickering, flirting like they’d been doing it for years, and it smoothed a tangle from my chest to see them like that. Eased the guilt I’d carried since Miz snapped at Tor earlier. Soothed the sharp slice of anxiety that followed me from my dream, too.

In it, I’d been running through a dense forest like the one we slept beneath, but there’d been someone following me. A woman with a lilting voice that haunted me, calling out taunts and threats in a tone sweeter than syrup. Then I woke up, and Miz and Tor stole all my attention, chasing the dream far away.

I caught my bottom lip between my teeth when Tor moaned softly, clearly trying to keep quiet but loud enough for his voice to reach me. The husky moan brushed its way down my body like it had intimate knowledge of Tor’s pleasured sounds, and a rhythm of need began to throb within me.

“Shit,” Misery hissed, and I burned to know what had coaxed that response from him, but their bodies were too tightly tangled for me to see. But Tor’s low, gravelly laugh conjured all sorts of images in my mind.

I might not have remembered my family and my past, but there was no black hole of memory when it came to sex, and I pictured hands grasping cocks that dripped precum, needy hips writhing. I pinned my stare to the flush on Miz’s face in time to watch his eyes roll.

“Greedy boy,” Tor laughed softly, and when he shifted them in the grass, I could finally see. Tor had two fingers buried in Miz’s ass, the undulation of his hand enough for me to imagine the way they would move inside me. I clenched hard, soaking wet. “You took two fingers like you’ve been desperate for them. Do you need another?”

Miz nodded, his eyes a little hazy, and my heart jolted when he looked in my direction. I prayed it was too dark for him to see my eyes slam shut; when I cracked them open, his eyes had rolled all the way back so he couldn’t see mine open fully. Devouring the sight of his pleasure, the way tendons strained in his neck, his back arched, a shudder working its way through him.

“No,” Tor rumbled. “You’re not allowed to come yet. Not until I said so. Understood?”

“Tor,” Miz whined, thrashing his head from side to side, blades of glass adorning his long hair.

I should look away. I will. In a moment, when Misery wasn’t ripping fistfuls of grass from the ground, a powerful convulsion wracking his body.

“Please,” he blurted. “I’m sorry for snapping earlier, I didn’t mean any of it. I love you as you are, I love you so much it physically fucking hurts. Please, Tor.”

Tor snorted. “No.” But he leaned over Miz to kiss him, so beautifully sweet that my heart ached. “And I love you, too.”

The words grabbed my heart in a vice grip, and when I blinked, it was to find myself standing, bathed in the warmth of Tor’s arms, his embrace tight and protective. Like he’d fight the whole world’s population of monsters just to keep me here in his arms.