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Or maybe it will work, and we’ll stay together as ghosts forever. And I love Silas, I love his soul. I’ll be happy to spend eternity with him, as insubstantial as we’ll be. And yet…

“God, I’ll miss this,” I croak when he pulls back and flexes his hips, sinking deep into me with a groan. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good.”

Silas builds a steady rhythm, his lips claiming mine in a hungry kiss as he pounds into me. Our tongues wrestle, and he swallows my moans until he thrusts too fast to keep kissing me, and I let loose, groaning louder and louder with each jarring thrust of his thick cock.

Earlier tonight, I told Harlow there is an art to sex. But there is nothing artful about the way Silas fucks me. His upper lip is pulled back, baring his teeth, his forehead lined with tension, brows pulled low over his eyes. He looks predatory and unhinged, but the sound that tears out of him when he drives deep as I desperately pull him closer, my hands gripping his hips, is surprisingly vulnerable. A low moan that makes my heart throb achingly.

He kisses me, his hips flexing as he fucks me with small movements, buried so deep and deliciously pressed against my prostate. I groan loudly into his mouth, body starting to shake, and Silas moans again, pulling back a bit so he can grip my cock. He jerks me off fast, and, though I desperately try to hold on to make this last longer, I’m helpless against him.

“Come for me, Cay.”

I groan at the gritty sound of his voice, my body locking as tremors spread through me, my cock bucking in his fist. I try to hold it back, but my orgasm barrels through me, hot tension bursting with release in my chest, balls, my cock. My ass squeezes around him as my cock starts shooting, hot cum covering my stomach and chest.

Silas snarls and fucks me harder, driving that orgasm into me until I claw at his back, the sounds coming out of my throat undignified and primal. He stills, his cock pulsing with his release as he comes into my body, pushing deeper and deeper with small grunts.

When I relax, giving him a dazed look, he is still upright, braced on trembling hands. He pulls out slowly, making me hiss, and then leans to my chest, licking my cum off my skin with long swipes of his hot tongue.

“Silas,” I breathe, shaking. He’s never done this before. “What are you…”

“You’ll always be a part of me,” he says after swallowing the last drops. “Fuck. I wish… I should have worked through my issues, Cay. I was a coward.”

“Don’t say that,” I say, cupping his cheek. “You’re the best person I know.”

He shakes his head, sitting up with a heavy breath. “I thought we had time. Doesn’t matter now. How much till dawn?”

“Three hours, give or take,” I say hoarsely, sitting up so I can stroke his back. “Want to go back upstairs?”

He shakes his head. “Let’s give Jack a bit more time. And then… Guess we can fool around some more. All four of us.”

He gives me a wary look like he expects me to tell him off for fucking Harlow earlier, but I’ll never judge him. He’s always been understanding with me despite his jealousy. I’ll be the same.

“Guess we should clean up then,” I say with a wry smile, standing up to gather my clothes. “Come on, baby.”

He snorts with irritation but doesn’t comment, and I grin at him, pushing the terrible longing I already feel for him down and deep so it doesn’t hold me back from enjoying my last hours having a body.

Three hours until dawn.

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Jack

I leave Harlow upstairs so I can give myself and the knife a quick wash. I can’t help it. The thought of her bleeding out from this knife soon makes me desperate to at least make it less grisly. The blood on the blade bothers me, as does the slippery wetness on the handle. It should be dry and easy to hold for this to be quick.

When I go back, she stands by the window, her naked back hunched and shaking as she hugs herself. I put the knife away and come closer, embracing her from behind. Harlow sinks into me with a sigh, soaking up the warmth from my body.

“How… How will we do it?” she asks, her voice hoarse. She’s trembling. “So I can be a ghost like you?”

I sigh in frustration, because even though I came up with this idea, I’m not at all certain it will work. But it’s the only one we have, so I guess we must give it a shot. I bite down the terror that spreads its tentacles in my chest. Terror of real death. Of disappearing. Or, even worse, of staying behind when Harlow’s truly gone.

“It’s really simple,” I say and clear my throat so my voice sounds more certain. “We stayed behind because we made a promise to Noah. So I’m thinking… What if you also make a promise? If you promise to stay with me, for example… in life and in death… that might do it.”

I swallow and tighten my hold around her, desperate to feel every inch of her skin. Now that I finally have her, I can’t let her go. The thought this might not work makes me nauseous with anxiety.Fuck.

Harlow snorts in disbelief, dragging me out of my morbid thoughts. “You want me to make a marriage vow?”

I grin, releasing a fast breath that fans the tendrils of her hair. “Nah. Marriage vows say ‘Till death do us part.’ That wouldn’t work. Plus… You’d have to promise it to each of us. So we can all stay.”

She shivers, pressing closer, and my cock twitches eagerly. I look down, eyes snagging on her right shoulder.Fuck. This is my last chance to take that artificial arm off her and kiss every inch of her skin that no one has touched with affection before.

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