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My cock erupts, pumping my seed into my boy and marking what’s mine. A feral snarl works its way out of my throat and for a second, right at the high, I feel the new beast inside me roar. My whole body pulses with a possessiveness I haven’t felt before. Sure, I knew I was in love with both of them, but this is wilder, deeper, more consuming. Love seems fickle to this feeling.

They’re mine. End of.

Collapsing to Tacita’s right, Milo moves to her left. We have no option but to squash her between us with the stupid size of this small bed but right now I wouldn’t allow a single hair’s breadth more space between us.

Turning to my side, I grab Tacita’s lower jaw, bringing her lips to mine again and claiming her mouth. I repeat the move with Milo and tangle all of our legs together.

We’re sweat slick, hazy with post orgasm high, and I don’t think I’ve felt more blissful than I do right now.

The dragon under my skin rumbles, almost like it’s purring. The satisfaction radiating through my limbs is quickly replaced with an exhaustion so powerful I’m pulled into sleep surrounded by the two people who make up the central focus of my entire world.

Chapter 34

Tacita

Wyatt’s breathing deepens and evens out. He’s out like a light. His arm is heavy across my abdomen with his hand wrapped around Milo’s hip, keeping us all connected.

Feelings are swirling in a whirlpool in my chest, a vortex of happiness and anxiety fighting for dominance. It’s still a mind fuck to me how I don’t immediately want to leave as soon as I’ve gotten off. I want the post sex cuddling, I want to continue touching them in any capacity I can, I want to stay and sleep next to them. Bringing my fingers up to run them through Milo’s curls, he snuggles further into my body. His head is nestled into my shoulder, his exhales blowing across my breasts, cooling and heating my skin all at once.

“How are you feeling?” I ask him, still half distracted by the cascade of my own thoughts.

“I’m good.” Milo’s voice brings my self-reflection to a screeching halt. I was expecting to feel him nod in answer to my question, or to lift the hand that’s currently resting on the bottom half of my ribcage to sign. “Sticky,” he adds, making me laugh.

We are indeed covered in the evidence of what we just did. I can feel his cum leaking out and making my thighs tacky.

“Do you want to go shower?” I offer.

This time he does nod before gently moving Wyatt’s arm and detangling himself to stand. He looks across at the blonde tattooed man completely passed out.

“We’ll leave him to sleep. I think he’s finally crashed from shifting for the first time.” Indeed, his soft snores don’t change as I move him to a comfortable position and get off the bed.

Taking Milo’s hand, I tug him into the adjoining bathroom. Dropping his fingers to lean into the shower and turn on the water, and turning the dial to make sure it heats to nearly the max temperature, I straighten to find Milo staring at the new pink line marring his unblemished skin. It's raised and looks a little raw still, but I’ll take a scar over the alternative.

His eyes drop to my thigh, the one where my dagger is tattooed onto my skin. His fingers come to the garter of Belladonna, tracing the lines. “How?” he asks so softly I almost don’t hear it over the running shower.

“It’s a powerful type of magic. There’s only a few in the realm who can do it. I paid a lot of coin for it.” I run my own hand up the inked blade and feel it pull away from my skin. Palming the handle, I hold it up between our chests.

“You saved me with this.” He runs a finger down the centre of the sharp metal.

“I’m kind of a badass with knives, if you hadn’t noticed.” I chuckle. “But I’d have saved you with or without it.”

“I don’t–” His voice cuts off like his throat has suddenly closed over.

He steps back and signs instead. “I don’t deserve to be saved.”

Putting the knife back to my thigh and feeling the magic return it to ink, I grab Milo’s wrists with both hands. “Yes, you do.”

He tries to sign something else but I cut him off.

“Milo, listen to me. I love you. Watching that blade sinking into your chest is the first time I’ve ever been truly terrified. If I hadn’t been able to save you, I was planning to fly straight to Charon and demand your soul back. You’re my opposite in every way but the thought of losing you made me realise how much our opposites have melded together. How much I want you in my life, how deep I’d already fallen for you. So don’t tell me you don’t deserve to be saved, because I’ll save you every damn time.”

He swallows as tears swell in his eyes, making the emerald irises glitter under the harsh lighting.

Without saying anything more, I pull him into the shower and grab the loofah. Where Wyatt got a loofah from, let alone the luxury one this feels like, I have no clue. Although, if asked to place a bet, I reckon one of the Officers is taking slightly less enjoyable showers.

Lathering it up the shower gel, I wash Milo as he stands under the spray, keeping those crystal eyes on my every movement. Steam builds up around us, cocooning us into this little private bubble. He reanimates after a few minutes, having sunk somewhere deep inside himself after my declaration. I’d have been worried if this wasn’t what he does. I process things differently, I’m more likely to shove it in a box and go do something physical. He sits with his thoughts until he understands them.

I meant it when I said we’re opposites. Both Wyatt and I are brash, act on instinct types. Milo internalises so hard he checks out.