Page 245 of The Harbinger

I palmed her breast, my lips moving down until the succulent flesh filled my mouth, her nipple flat on my rough tongue.

“Okay. Mom. I’ll call you later.”

I slipped her nipple from my mouth and glanced up at her as she clicked the red button, the phone dropping beside her.

A loud pent-up moan burst from her lips. I wrapped my arms tight around her, and I lost control, surrendering to the sensation of her body gripping mine. Hot ropes of cum coated her insides as her orgasm chased mine.

Our breaths were heavy and ragged, and sweat dripped down my brow while hers glistened.

I peppered kisses up her throat until my lips claimed hers again, our fiery passion still aflame.

Pulling out, I glanced between her thighs and smirked. “I’ll never tire of seeing my cum drip from your pussy.”

“If you let me stay, you can see it always.”

“Oh. Didn’t I make myself clear?” I reached down, pulled up my pants from around my ankles, and tucked myself in before buckling back up. “You’re mine, and you aren’t going anywhere.”

Epilogue

Mia

Thebabyinmyarms cooed, its black hair thick on top of its head. “He’s gorgeous,” I whispered to his mother, who stood before me in her ceremonial clothing that hung baggy around her frame.

“Thank you,” she replied softly.

I carefully handed the newborn to Sacha, our High Priest, for dedication. He cradled the baby in his muscular arms and lifted him over the altar, and my heart skipped a beat as he dipped his finger into a bowl of goat’s blood. He swiped a protection sigil over the baby’s forehead with a deft hand, leaving a crimson mark in its wake.

After the ceremony, Sacha carefully handed the baby back to his doting parents, who gazed at him with love and adoration. They thanked Sacha, grateful for his role in the dedication ceremony.

The atmosphere changed as the next hour was filled with somber dedications for the recently departed. It was a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of cherishing the moments we have with our loved ones, at least for me. There wasn’t a single tear from anyone in the rituals, helping me to remember that I may be among them, but I wasn’t like them.

The day wore on, and eventually, we found ourselves walking in the park in the heart of Moscow, hand-in-hand, while people turned their attention our way.

I still wasn’t used to the hordes of people who recognized him and began to recognize me. It felt like a dream, but he was still here with me every time I woke up. Our love was in no way traditional, but it’s real, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I was thinking we could go to Bora Bora,” I said, gripping him tighter when someone got too close.

“What about Thailand? I thought that was on our list of places.”

My new bodyguard, Maxim, stepped between me and the crowd.

He’d replaced Vlad, who met a gruesome death after Sacha found out he’d been the one to coordinate with Nikolai and Jenny. If it weren’t for him stopping at the gas station, Jenny would never have been able to get me into Sacha’s inner circle.

Although once Vlad saw me at the gas station, he’d changed his mind. Not that it mattered. It wasn’t enough to sway Sacha’s mind in his favor. There was no room for traitors in Sacha’s life—unless you were me and didn’t know what you were doing.

“That had slipped my mind,” I said, my thoughts drifting to warmer climates. “The beaches there are something else. White sand, crystal clear water, and not a soul in sight. Just the sun and the sea, like they were made for each other.” I paused. “I could use a tan. Russia doesn’t have enough sun for my liking.”

Maxim held back the mob, giving us some breathing room as Sacha and I circled for a second lap. His polished, black loafers clung to the pavement while my high heels clicked in unison with his steps. The two of us moved like we owned the place, our stride in sync as if we had been doing this for years.

“They’ve got all of that.”

“Then I’m sold. But only after you meet my parents.”

It had been half a year since I last saw my family. My mother’s calls came in almost daily, each one asking when I would return. I gave her the same answer every time: “Just a little while longer.”

I had always hoped that Sacha could meet my parents on our wedding day. But I couldn’t bear the thought of subjecting them to the barbaric ritual that took place, where Sacha bedded me in front of Marina the Prophet like we were living in the Middle Ages. No, my parents deserved better than that.

Consummation of marriage was a major deal to them, apparently.

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