Page 157 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

His growl filled the air as I traversed the last few steps and launched myself against his body, seventh exchange be damned.

That was the last thing on my mind.

Crying so hard I felt my ribs may crack, I wrapped my arms around his neck, latching my ankles behind his back. His arms wrapped around me, and Kyros held me close.

“Shh, Basilia. I’m here now,” he said in a low voice, turning his back to those watching us from the patio.

My voice couldn’t form words through my tears.

His thoughts were whipping through mine too fast to comprehend.That’s right.I didn’t need a physical voice.

What took you so long?

Kyros inhaled me, squeezing me tighter.Never let her go. Smells right.“You were clear about how you wanted me. You always have been.”

Four months,I thought brokenly.I thought you weren’t coming.

He set me on my feet, hands running down my arms. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I can’t breathe around her. Mine.

Fresh tears spilled over my cheeks at the uncontrolled torrent of his thoughts. I hope he never learned to control them because his mind was the most wondrous thing I’d ever beheld.

My queen. In a rabbit onesie.

Peering down, I frowned at the outfit.

Shit.Where’s the short dress when I need it?

“You don’t need anything,” he murmured in my ear, sending a violent shiver through me.

I wrapped my arms around my waist. “I’ve been cold. Tommy dressed me…”

He reached back and flipped the rabbit ears hood up. “Perfect.”

If he thought so, I wouldn’t correct him.

Kyros tilted my chin. “Laurel, Vladymir, stop me if this goes too far.”

He kissed me then. Tears, wet lashes, red face, and all,he kissed meand the world righted. We sank into each other, and determining where he started and I ended was an impossible task. One shared feeling and one shared thought existed in the warm space we could remain lost in for eternity.

The sensation transcended the physical.

I was inside Kyros and he was inside me.

With the steady pressure he exerted, I knew he’d protect me to his dying breath. Nowhere was safer than in his arms. He pressed his tongue between my lips, and I sighed, opening for him as I reciprocated. Panting, Kyros cut off the kiss, turning his head aside.

I’d climbed back up his body. In a haze, I threaded my fingers through his toffee strands and used the other to draw his face back to mine.

“We don’t turn from each other,” I told him in a dreamy voice.

This close, I could see the deep bruising circling beneath his eyes. His usual golden hue had waned. He didn’t appear to have lost weight or muscle, but a weight hung around his neck.

I brushed a thumb over his bottom lip. “You’re tired.”

“As are you,” he said. “But it will be better now.”

Is Ingenium over? I asked.

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