Page 205 of Voltage

He lets me go, and as I make it behind Dorothy, Killian releases her hair to press a panty-melting kiss to my mouth too. His firm palm cups my cheek, his teeth spearing into my bottom lip.

There’s no hiding the big-ass smile on my face.

Their love gives me life.

And it makes taking Dorothy’s that much more entertaining.

“Except there won’t be a next time.” I loop the black leather belt around her neck. “Nice knowing ya.”

Her little strangled choking sounds are our soundtrack for the next ten minutes or so. I allow her to breathe a couple of times, torturing her by letting her believe I’m having second thoughts about killing her.

I don’t.

“A, that’s enough playing with your food.” Carter places a hand on my shoulder. His tone isn’t reproachful. He’s amused.

“You’re one to talk.” Killian’s voice is equally entertained.

“I was right,” Dorothy mumbles from beneath me. “You three really are—”

My belt almost slices through Dorothy’s throat with the effort I’m putting into choking her.

Her eyes bulge and veins explode in them. Spit flies from her mouth and lands on her white blouse. Her fingers clutch helplessly against the belt.

“You just had to go and ruin all the fun for me.” I lean over her, filling her view. “Goodbye, asshole.”

A minute later, her head lulls to the side, her eyelids closing.

“Lance, we’re done,” Carter barks to the phone on my side while he rubs my forearm.

Killian does the same on my left arm. “You did so well, beautiful girl.”

His praise washes over me, his lips landing on my neck. I release my grip on my belt, tilting my head back for Carter to join us. He does, ending his phone call, sliding his hand to my breast and his lips to my neck as well.

“I love you,” Carter grunts, his words meant for our ears.

My skin tingles when their lips trace higher to my jaw, my chin, my lips.

“I love you,” Killian murmurs against our mouths. The words come easier for him today than they had almost a year ago, but it’s cute how he still fights them sometimes.

“And I love you.” I dart my tongue out, tasting the mint on Killian’s lips and the bloodthirst on Carter’s.

This world may not be perfect. My history may be riddled with sadness and disappointments.

But this moment is right. Our family is right.

And our future is a motherfucking bright one, too.

Because it’s no one else’s but ours.

The end.

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