“You are so fucking scorching,” she groaned, leaning as much as kiss me. Why was I so delicate? Even my lips tingled when she kissed me, and my heartbeat whooshed in my ears when she sucked my backside lip into her mouth on the identical time she did that maddening double-stroke on my cock.

I attempted to talk, to swear, however all that escaped was a strangled groan.

Warmth poured by way of me like lava, scorching my balls, making my cock jolt wildly. I arched my again, determined for her to the touch me in every single place, determined to return. When she launched my mouth to cowl my face in kisses, I panted, every breath laboured and gruff. My hips shot off the chair, my physique arched, mouth parted as pleasure constructed viciously.

“What’s our plan to kill Cronus?” she requested me, lips trailing down my throat.

“Who?”

Her palms moved quicker on my cock, gripping so completely tight, and when she slid again down my physique so she might wrap her lips round my tip, sucking on the identical time she twisted her palms—

My complete goddamn soul ripped out of my physique and I climaxed so laborious I ended respiration. Pleasure gripped my cock even tighter than Haley’s palms, wringing each final drop of cum from me, demanding much more after I thought I could not probably maintain coming. She swallowed every part I gave her, the suction and swirling of her tongue making me cry out.

Satisfaction flowed by way of her soul into mine, and I resumed respiration with a tough gasp, my ass slamming again into the chair as each little bit of rigidity tore out of my physique. Limp and weak, I panted, staring on the ceiling.

It was a second earlier than I realised she was talking, her voice low and soothing, her fingers stroking by way of my hair as I got here again right down to Earth. Hell. Really, I didn’t know the place the fuck we had been.

“Gods,” I choked out.

She laughed, which appeared sadistic, however I might in all probability given her the identical chuckle greater than as soon as. Happy she hadn’t given me everlasting mind harm, she ran her tongue over my comfortable cock, cleansing me up, and tucked me again into my underwear, pulling up my pants whereas I sat there, surprised.

When she dropped herself onto my lap and linked her arms behind my neck, I let my head fall onto her shoulder and breathed, “You might be harmful, Halwen Vakhara.”

She snorted. “Don’t fret, it is very mutual.”

“Goddamn, Haley,” I grunted, wrapping my arms round her now I might use them once more.

Her chuckle was totally too smug. “Higher?”

“So significantly better,” I admitted, kissing her collarbone. “I feel I must sleep for a decade, although.”

She laughed once more, and the sound felt like a fucking miracle. She was right here, and mine, and defiantly alive.

I might do no matter it took to maintain it that manner. However first, I wanted to sleep.

CHAPTER 23

HALWEN

“My arm’s going numb,” I complained, giving Wynvail a darkish look.

“You may cope,” he replied sleepily and rolled nearer, his head pillowed on my forearm and his physique wrapped round mine. He appeared peaceable and blissful, and I did not wish to transfer him, however fuck my arm was beginning to damage.

“Are you able to lay your head on my chest as a substitute?” I requested, raking my fingernails by way of his quick hair and tugging on the ends. “Please, Wyn?” I whined, interesting to his higher nature. “Only for a short while?”

When he did not even snort, I nudged his shoulder, and choked on a cry when the warmth and solidity of him collapsed below my hand.

“No,” I gasped, sitting up immediately, and shaking my head again and again. Denial was a spear in my chest. I couldn’t draw air.

I used to be lined in ashes, the gray stuff clinging to my palms, my arm, and piled on the mattress within the form of a physique. Wynvail’s physique.

He—he could not be—he was protected, he was advantageous. Hades and Persephone saved his soul, they gave him a brand new physique, they saved him.

I sobbed, masking my mouth when my backside lip quivered, and retched when ashes brushed my lips. I might style him, might style the ash and demise of my mate.

Shaking, I threw myself away from bed, unprepared for the sight that met me. My complete world fell aside. There wasn’t one pile of ash on the mattress. There have been 5. 5.

One for every of my mates.

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