Page 216 of The Cruelest Undead

There were shouts of pleasure, the heat of the orgasm, and then slowly drifting back to awareness.

When Flynn opened his eyes, he was still locked to his mate, and time seemed to stand still.

No one was any the wiser.

I’m going to hold you to that date. I feel the need to just be a mate for a little while.

Flynn would always give him whatever he wanted. He was, after all, his mate and husband.

It’s a date. Jolie will understand.

And that was the truth. She had moments away with Rinnon all of the time.

Speaking of the devil, he was quiet.

I’m happily satiated. It’s like Thanksgiving. I’m full and calm.

Flynn was amused.

There was nothing calm about Rinnon.

Releasing Jacques’ neck, Flynn sighed.

“And now, I feel a million times better,” he said, as Rinnon whispered into their minds, and they were immediately cleaned up.

When Death got off of his mate, he held out his hand to him. He pulled Flynn up, and he was better.

MUCHbetter.

As he headed back toward Jolie, Flynn opened his arms, and she went into them. She knew what her mates had been doing, and she didn’t care. Now, she’d let Flynn keep her together.

Louisa was special to her, and they’d had her body moved there.

“Is there no other way?” he asked Mambo.

“No. If you want to get this done, I need to be where the bones of one of Jolie’s loved ones is. Do you want that sword or not?”

They needed that and the cross.

Jolie stared into Flynn’s eyes and put her faith in her mates to handle this appropriately.

“She can have the bone.”

He hesitated.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded.

“Only, I won’t be there. I’ll go into the house. I just can’t do it, Flynn. Her grave is sacred to me, and I can’t watch her reanimate.”

He understood why.

When he’d been hurting over his parents, she protected him, and now, he’d do the same.

“Okay,” he said. “Then, let’s get there.”

With a kiss to her forehead, and a tender caress of her cheek, he sent her to the manor to hide out for the time being.

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