Page 7 of Insatiable

“Sun to your moon?” I cut him off, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, I’ve heard it all before. Every time you cheated on me, in fact. Now, if you’ll excuse me, the lack of food and your bullshit—which I had hoped death would free me from—are driving me insane. I’m going to my room.”

I sidle past him, but not before spinning on my heels and jabbing a finger in his face. “And don’t even think about following me!”

4

WE’RE ALREADY DEAD, REMEMBER?

QUINN

“You will never guess what just happened,” I say, eyes widening as Ro finally returns to the table, her face pale and drawn. I lean in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Juliette’s husband is here.”

Ro’s eyes widen in surprise. “Tomas?”

“How did you know? Did she tell you?”

Ro shakes her head, her expression grim. She mentioned having a husband years ago and how he constantly cheated on her until she finally kicked him out. When Tomas introduced himself at the meeting, she practically disappeared into her seat. It all clicked together for me. "Is she alright?" she asks with concern.

"She looked pretty pissed when she stormed off. The sad thing was that Tomas seemed genuinely remorseful for what he's done to her. He even joined the games because of her. Managed to speak to Hades and wrangle his way in."

Ro raises an eyebrow. "Well, that's fishy right off the bat. When has Hades ever shown any signs of compassion when it comes to the games?"

"Exactly. I had the same thought. We'll have to ask Twila about it later. But enough about them. How are you feeling?"

She lets out a deep sigh, her hand instinctively coming up to rest against her stomach. "Like I'm in the right place. Hell is exactly how I feel," she confesses, looking overwhelmed.

I nod sympathetically. "I can't imagine what you're going through."

"I threw up the last thing we ate in Lust and now my stomach is completely empty," she continues. "How am I supposed to keep a baby alive if I can't even keep food down? I know what George said about not needing food, but it just doesn't seem possible."

"You having a baby at all isn't supposed to be possible," I remind her. "Do you really think you're pregnant?"

She’s quiet for a moment. “I’ll be the first to admit that I have no idea what pregnancy is supposed to feel like, but if aching breasts and severe nausea have anything to do with it, then Noémi wasn’t joking.”

“But if it’s true, you’ve been pregnant like a week. Surely you wouldn’t feel anything yet?”

Ro shrugs. “We’re in Hell. Who knows what’s possible and not possible. I shouldn’t be pregnant, you shouldn’t be fucking a man with a wingspan and horns and Juliette shouldn’t have to come face to face with a man who she once described as the devil incarnate, but here we are.”

I laugh lightly then sigh. “What a fucked up mess, but hey, we’re closer to getting out of this place. I’m a circle closer to Jenny and you are going to have a baby. Forget the father for a minute. You’re going to be a mom. How do you feel about that?”

It’s then that she finally breaks down. Tears flow freely down her face and I curse myself for my lack of thought, but then beyond the tears and snot comes a smile.

“I’m going to be a mom, Quinn.” She wipes her tears up the back of her hand, liberally snotting up her sleeve as she does. “I’m going to have a baby. A real baby of my own. I never dared hope...” She doesn’t finish the sentence, but I know what she’s going to say. My eyes dart to the sofa where Felix was sitting earlier. I know Ro would rather pull her own teeth out that have him witness this. Thankfully both he and Anthura have gone.

“Come on. Let’s go back to our rooms. I promised Dade I’d head to his room and it looks like you need some thinking time.” I don’t mention that she needs to think about Felix. She already knows what I mean, because like it or not, Felix is going to be a bigger part of her death that she ever wanted.

Dade is sprawled out on his bed as I open his door. He’s wearing nothing but some leather pants. His wings are unfurled and his hands are tucked behind his head, propping it up slightly. He is the epitome of dark beauty, my sexier than hell human with wings. I grin, knowing he’s waiting for me.

“How long have you been posed like that waiting for me to come through your door?” I ask as I slip onto the bed beside him and run my hands over his naked chest. A shimmer of lust runs through me.

“Since the meeting. I didn’t expect you to take so long.”

“Juliette had an issue,” I murmur, reaching for his belt and unbuckling it, desperate for something to take my mind from the horror of this place and feel something real.

“Oh yes? She couldn’t find anyone she wanted to sleep with?”

I yank down his pants exposing his giant cock. “Actually she couldn’t find anything to eat, but I don’t think I’ll have that problem.” I take his already hard penis into my hand, running it lightly through my fingers to tease him. I can't help but grin as I lick my lips, putting on a show for him. I lean in and take him into my mouth, feeling his sigh more than hearing it as I tease the head of his cock with my tongue. His breath hitches, and hishands tremble slightly as they grasp my shoulders. I slowly take him deeper, feeling his pulsating cock grow harder in my mouth. I stroke his length with one hand while the other gently caresses his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

His hips thrust forward, meeting my lips, and I taste the saltiness on my tongue. He moans softly, the sound music to my ears. I'm in my element right now, reveling in the sensation of his cock filling my mouth, the warmth of his skin and the sound of his breath. He wraps his fingers around the back of my head, gently urging me deeper. I go willingly, wanting to give him every bit of pleasure I can.

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