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“Hmm,” he says, the sound one of pleasure as he strokes his cock that’s still hard. His silver cum drips from the head and he coats his shaft with it, making me shiver in response.

Sabre’s voice in my ear reminds me that it’s his turn, now. “I might not be as large as Cain, my Sigil. But I do have a trick up my sleeve.” When he eases me onto my stomach and slides his cock into me, I instantly remember what he means.

Because there’s a bulb around his cock vibrating at my entrance, and one inside hits a sensitive spot, the duality of pleasure almost making me come again on the spot.

“Look,” he says, curling his fingers around my throat, then lifting my chin to look up. He continues to pump into me while he directs my attention. He’s rougher than Cain, which now I suspect is part of the reason he had taken me first. He has more control, he has to, given what he is.

Sabre thrusts in deep and makes me gasp as he holds me in place. “It looks like Cage is making a friend.”

CHAPTER 35

CAGE

So much blood with wicked dreams in my system is making me delirious, but I’m locked in place when I see Sabre fucking our Sigil from behind.

And based on the look on her face, she’s thoroughly enjoying it.

There are still threats in the room. I had been taking my time working through the wicked souls as I picked them off, one-by-one, but now I want to make quick work of it so I can join in the proper ending to this “wedding.”

In the traditional sense, it is still a wedding. Only, the bride is now being claimed by her three monster mates in front of an audience of the dead and dying.

A true Strigoi party, if I’m being honest.

I’m about to bite through a male’s throat when the light leaves his eyes, confusing me.

Because I hadn’t been the one to kill him. It had been as if his soul had been sucked right out of his body.

Then I look up and see a familiar face. The Death Fae with silver-blue eyes and a myriad of tattoos whisping off of him as he feeds on the souls of the wicked isn’t who I expected to attend the Rinhold massacre.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask the Death Fae appropriately named Reaper.

He gives me a raised brow. “I could ask you the same thing. Shouldn’t you be in the Morpheus Kingdom, dream stalking?”

“It’s dreamwalking,” I correct him, “and no. I’m right where I need to be.” I give my Sigil another glance, glad that Reaper can’t see what Sabre is doing to her from this angle. He’s fucking her harder, maybe too hard, but after taking Cain’s massive cock she seems to be warmed up enough for his pace.

“Ah, I see,” he says, glancing down but I suspect he knows I’m referring to my Sigil, but being polite enough not to ogle her during an intimate moment. “This is a fascinating realm, isn’t it?” he asks me, glancing up only to match my gaze as his eyes glitter with darkness and death. The silver-blue fades in and out as I imagine he works his way through the soul he had just absorbed. “Compatible mates everywhere, it seems.”

I’m curious what he means by that, but I know he won’t elaborate.

He sighs, seemingly pleased. And I imagine he is. The amount of wicked souls in this room is more than enough for a Reaper who feeds on evil to feel a little giddy. “Well, happy massacre, then. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll stick around and feed a bit before I report back to Orcus.”

I give him a raised brow and wonder if Orcus had met this dimension’s God yet. Normally I’d shudder upon hearing that name, but now I feel empowered and alive.

Maybe a little bit reckless.

That’s probably all the blood talking.

Reaper must misunderstand my expression for something else, because he adds, “Don’t worry, mate. Orcus won’t interfere, not after I tell him you and Sabre went here willingly. Can’t promise the same for Morpheus, though.”

Morpheus is my God—or was—and he’s the one I should worry about.

But after everything that has happened, I’m curious if he didn’t even have something to do with how everything has played out.

With that, Reaper vanishes and reappears near a dying Elite across the room. His lips curl into a cruel smile as he bends to absorb the dark soul.

Since Reaper is getting back to his meal, I decide to return to mine.

I turn to Sabre and our Sigil and my dick throbs at the new sight.