Page 175 of Her Blood Revenge

‘You better live up to your threats.’

He rests himself at my entrance and grins from ear to ear.

‘Not a threat, Pix.’ He eases himself into me as my head tilts back, and I moan in pleasure. ‘A fucking promise.’

In the second cabin, I stand by the door and look at that redwood coffin. I slowly walk towards it. The water from the ocean is still fresh on my skin, dripping to the floor and leaving foot-shaped puddles in my wake. My fingers rest on that coffin, and I ache.

A huge part of me is missing.He’smissing.

I lift the lid, and my breath catches as I see him lying there. Stone cold and ashen. Eyes closed. Arms at his side.

Six months.

I sweep the hair from his face before I climb inside with him, snuggling into his side and wrapping myarms around his stomach. My legs entwine with his, and I pull the lid down, sealing ourselves away from the world.

‘Dorian threw me in the sea today,’ I tell him, my head nestled into his neck. ‘Archie caught me. He taught me how to catch fish, and we cooked one over a fire. I then sat on the front of the ship, a leg on either side of that mermaid, and read. It was the strangest book Dorian picked up for me the last time we made port at this rough little sailor town. Drunk humans as far as the eye could see and thieves lurking around every corner. I thought I would be afraid, but then Dorian reminded me I could kill them all without breaking a sweat, and I ended up actually enjoying myself. I made a bet with a man with a wooden leg that I could out-drink him, and he fell flat on his face in front of everyone in the pub after our third bottle of rum.’ I giggle at the memory. ‘I earned three gold coins and even won his hat. Anyway…’ I tell him about the book I’m reading. About the ferocious lady pirate who stole her ex-lover’s ship when she found him cheating on her with her sister. She stole his ship and his crew. She took his treasure maps and beat him to every single one of the spots where the treasure was buried. I tell him how she took lovers on the condition they made her climax with his tongue and fingers before she even laid a finger on them. How she was the best swordswoman anyone had ever seen.

I snuggle deeper and close my eyes.

‘Come back to us, Shaw. Come back, and let’s go on those kind of adventures together. All three of us fighting the sea monsters and raging storms. Looking for buried treasures and lost cities.’ I chuckle then yawn. In the darkness, an irresistible wave of tiredness takes hold.

I know this pull. This beautiful sedation seeps into my heart, body, and soul, and I fall into it happily, with a smile on my face.

The sun shines through the branches of the old oak tree above me. Vibrant green leaves and long green grass. A perfect summer breeze. I blink, watching those beams of light seep through the gaps above.

‘Hello, Pixie.’

I grin and I turn.

‘About time, Dream Walker.’

Shaw stands with his hands in his pockets, looking ever the polished gentleman. He’s beautiful. He’s here.

‘What the hell kept you?’

‘You know what?’ he says, stepping closer. ‘All of a sudden, I can’t remember.’

He opens his arms, and I leap into them gladly, claiming my kiss with desperate need. We crash into the grass and waste no time at all in showing one another just how much we’ve missed each other.

His fingers. His tongue. His lips. His body. His cock.

They all beg for my forgiveness. And I give it.

My Dream Walker.

My wolf.

My Shadow Master.

My magic.

My fucking freedom.

All of it. Mine.

When I open my eyes in the real world, my Dream Walker is softly kissing my neck. I moan in bliss as he looks up at me through his lashes.

‘You saved this body forme?’

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