Page 85 of All Hallows Fate

With a grin, Pain drew back and kissed my inner thigh, the inside of my knee. “So, can you make my eyes sparkly, or have you lost the use of your body?”

I shoved his head away with a groan.

“Come the fuck on,” Madde shouted, closer. “Or I’ll have to put everyone over my knee and spank your little buttsies.”

Pain and I locked eyes. Grinned.

“I need to get cleaned up now,” I said accusingly.

Dimples shone as his smile deepened. Unapologetic. “I’ll help.”

“No.” I slid off the dresser and gave him a look. “You’ll just use it as an excuse for a repeat performance.”

His hands settled on my hips, tingling warmth spreading across my waist as he stepped closer, until we were flush together. “I did say ten minutes if you recall.”

EPILOGUE 2

Madness

I beamed, swinging my legs on the high stool of the very best, award-winning ice-cream sundae parlour in the UK. I Googled it to make sure we found the best one, but they had a strict closing time and someone made us late. Luckily, I was able to threaten the owner into opening later, so all’s well that ends well.1

“I don’t know why you’re glaring at me,” Miz remarked, a smirk curling one side of his mouth. “We were already late thanks to Pain.”

“And then you decided to fuck our wife on the roof garden,” I huffed.

Miz shrugged, slurping vanilla milkshake through a striped red and white straw. “I realised we’d left the roof unchristened. It was an oversight I needed to fix immediately.”

“By having loud, filthy sex, refusing to let me join, and giving me the world’s biggest boner?” I pouted.

“Oh, Madde.” Tor patted my shoulder sympathetically. “It’s definitely not the world’s biggest. That would be mine.”

“Mine,” Miz argued.

“Death’s,” Cat disagreed with a smirk, swirling chocolate sauce on top of the soup she’d made of ice cream and caramel.

“Nah.” Pain shook his curly head. “There’s gotta be a porn star with a humongous cock somewhere.”

Death snorted, draping his arm along the back of the glossy red booth and pulling Cat closer into his side. “No, Cat’s right. It’s definitely mine.”

“But just so we’re clear,” our darling wife said, unaware she had chocolate sauce on her bottom lip. “If I had one, mine would be the biggest dick of them all.”

“Well, duh,” I agreed, bracing my hands on the speckled table to lean over and lick the sauce from her bottom lip. “I love you. More than all the ice cream in the world.”

Her smile bloomed like the prettiest flower, and I sighed, gazing at the most beautiful woman in the world. “I love you, too,” she said, so lovely, so sweet. “So much that I’m not going to ask what happened to the man who owns this place.”

I widened my eyes. “He’s a very busy man, my lioness. Places to go. People to see. He had to pop out.”

“As long as you didn’t pop out the eyeballs of an innocent man,” Tor said pointedly. As if he was big, scary, and intimidating, and not eating birthday cake flavoured ice cream liberally doused in raspberry syrup that had turned his tongue blue.

“Me?” I giggled. “I would never pop out eyeballs. Not my jam.”

“Madde,” Cat said in that sexy stern voice of hers.

I fluttered my lashes. “He still has all his eyes. Just like I only have eyes for you, my perfect, deadly wife.”

She glanced away, the way she did when she liked something, still not accustomed to being adored as she deserved to be. We’d make sure it became so ordinary that she didn’t even blush. We had the rest of our lives now, a real happily ever after. And no one left to get in our way.

“So what are we doing after our ice cream date?” I asked, licking the last bit of ice cream from my spoon. “Should we have a gangbang?”