Page 92 of Premonition of Peace

Call it the fervor, or maybe it was the fall out of everything that had happened, but I’d never felt anything so intense. I was climbing again, and fast, with every pull of Lucifer’s hand in my hair, and every scrape of August’s cock against my inner walls, and every pump Marcel thrust into my ass. The reverie climbed until all of us were racing toward the edge of a cliff.

“Come for us.” August slid a hand between us and started making soft circles around my clit. It took exactly four turns before I detonated like a bomb, clenching hard as my body jerked and gushed for the men who had taken my heart in their shared hands.

I felt August give a few more erratic thrusts before he pulsed in me, his head pressing back into the bed as he came. Marcel’s fingers dug into my hips and his movements picked up as he followed us both over the edge. My mouth grew slack around Lucifer as he grabbed both sides of my face and began to fuck my mouth.

“Come on, little witch,” Lucifer grunted, his movements picking up, “I need to see you swallow me.” That was my warning before his essence flooded my mouth and I gulped around him.

When he pulled out of my mouth my whole body sagged. Six hands helped me roll over until my back hit the bed. My eyelids were heavy, and I fought to open them, but couldn’t quite manage. Movements happened all around me as I was petted and stroked. A second later, a warm, wet cloth stroked between my thighs, cleaning me up.

Finally managing to fight the daze, I cracked an eye open and met three sets of eyes. With a satisfied smile, I extended an invitation I never thought would happen between the four of us.

“Sleep with me?”

twenty-eight

NATHALIE

Marcel drovemy car with a steady hand, his face etched with concentration as he navigated the winding road leading to Wicked Haunt. We could have probably gone the faster way, traveled with Piper and Ronan through the light realm, or with August and Lucifer through the veil, or Marcel could have just popped us in the cemetery. But I’d asked for this drive. I needed the chance to sit and watch the scenery pass me by before I had to face the shitshow that was to come.

I couldn’t believe I was on my way to attend my sister’s assisted suicide, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. Maybe it was the release of Rage and Little that had me feeling the way I did. Maybe it was the fact that a secret part of me had hoped that now that our family was out of the way, Kat and I could have reformed what we’d lost. I mean, if Piper and Bree could scrape back together a semblance of a relationship, then so could the two of us, right?

Except I would never, ever get to find out.

The loss of my sister was as hard to deal with as the loss of my opportunity to know her again. Our time was up. Fuck, I hated feeling helpless and it was a feeling that I was reluctantly becoming used to.

All too soon, Marcel pulled down a gravel road and the large church loomed in front of us. He kept driving until the attached graveyard came into view. My heart rate kicked up and my palms became slick. I tried to surreptitiously wipe them against my jeans.

When Marcel finally parked, my eyes jumped immediately to the clock. 11:23. It felt like I could hear the ticking of an invisible clock in my ears. He turned off the engine and an oppressive silence settled over us. I fiddled with my fingers, picking at the skin around the cuticle. He reached over and grabbed my hands in his, stilling the nervous fidgeting.

I looked at him and saw the same grief I felt reflected in his eyes.

“I know this is hard for you,” he said softly. “It’s hard for me too, but you know that this is her choice. Kat deserves the chance to follow her own path, whether we agree or not.”

“I know. I just don’t know how to accept that.” I swallowed hard, tears threatening to spill. “I used to think I’d feel nothing if she died, after everything that’s happened, and that is the furthest thing from what I feel.”

“She’s your twin. I would be shocked if you felt nothing about this.”

“I’m going to miss her,” I said with a sullen chuckle. “I’ve spent years avoiding her and now I’m going to miss her.”

A tear escaped and traced a path down my cheek. Marcel reached over and gently wiped it away with his thumb before pulling me into a tender kiss. The kiss was gentle and full of shared sorrow, his warmth enveloping me.

“I’ll miss her too,” he murmured against my lips.

We rested our foreheads together, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the car. I worked to match my breathing to his, letting his steady rhythm bring my panic down. Slowly, I regained composure, the tears drying in my eyes.

After a few moments, I pulled back slightly, taking one last deep breath. “Thank you,” I said, managing a faint smile.

“Anytime, sunbeam,” he replied softly, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. Not letting myself think about it anymore, I pushed open the car door and climbed out closing it behind me. I walked a few steps forward, stopping to wait at the front of the car as Marcel went into the back seat and grabbed the duffel bag filled with supplies. Slinging it over his shoulder, he stepped up beside me and linked his fingers with mine. Together, we walked toward the graveyard, the chill of the New Chicago night biting through my clothes.

As we approached, I could see Lucifer and August standing by the wrought-iron entrance. The moment we reached them, they fell into step with us. Lucifer on Marcel’s other side, August on mine. The graveyard was hushed, the only sounds were the faint rustling of leaves and the murmured conversations of everyone else. Everybody stood around expectantly, including Kat, who had disappeared from my apartment with the excuse of “getting her affairs in order.”

Piper and Ronan stood side by side with matching faces of consternation. Anders was cradling Sasha’s lifeless body with a tender reverence while Sienna stood by him, holding on to one of Sasha’s dangling hands.

“I will do the setup with Lucifer and August,” Marcel said just before we reached everyone else. “Go talk to her.” With those words, I received three forehead kisses before I was left to walk to my sister alone.

Katherine stood off to the side, a picture of calm while all I felt was turmoil. I walked over to her, my steps slow anddeliberate. She looked up when I came to stand by her but said nothing. For several moments, we stood in silence watching as Marcel instructed Anders to lay Sasha down and worked with Lucifer and August to create an extra-large salt circle.

Finally, Katherine broke the tension. “I don’t blame you, you know,” she said, her voice steady but tinged with a sadness that mirrored my own.

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