Page 77 of TBR: Dead But Well Read

Unlike Rhodes and Saul, who had tried to take things slowly at first, Lochlan threw himself into claiming my body with wild abandon. With each thrust of his hips, Loch plunged deeper and shoved me forward onto Evander’s length.

Both men were breathing hard, as Ev used his fingers in my hair to guide my mouth and Lochlan rocked my body faster with each pump of his hips. My pleasure built until I ached with the need for release, but still I couldn’t quite get there.

Lochlan’s fingers found my clit, and that friction was all it took to send an orgasm tearing through me. As my muscles spasmed around his cock, Lochlan buried himself deep one last time, growling my name as he came.

Thanks to Evander’s length filling my mouth, my moans were muffled, but their vibrations were the catalyst that sent him over the edge. He tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let him and continued to suck and lick as he joined me in bliss.

When it was over, Lochlan scooped me up and dropped me on the bed between them. Rhodes came in a few minutes later, utterly exhausted and too tired to talk. He collapsed across the foot of the bed and curled his fingers around my calf. Within minutes, all three men had drifted to sleep, leaving me to wonder how I’d gotten so freaking lucky.

Ilay in bed for several hours, wishing the entire time that I had my Kindle with me. Someone had donated it to the library, but since it was an older model with deep scratches on the screen, Bertha had tossed it in the trash.

My reading streak was broken since I’d been caught up in what was going on with Zacharias and investigating the tunnels.

Slacker. This is why I wasn’t going to get involved or play with the cute boys.

I dismissed those thoughts. Sure, things had gotten a little crazy, but I didn’t regret my decision to claim these men as mine. I just needed to make sure I had my books ready to be read when the guys went to sleep.

I was a modern ghost who could haunt by day and read by night. Who said women couldn’t do it all?

Teleporting myself from the bed so I didn’t wake the men by crawling over them, I floated to the couch and sat down. Wasabisqueaked, and after a moment of searching, I found him curled up in a tiny cat bed. Had Evander bought that for him?

Wasabi yawned, pulled a piece of paper from his bed, and made his way to me.

“What do you have there?” I asked, scooping him up from the floor and setting him in my lap.

He didn’t respond, just waited for me to pick up the paper.

Leaning back against the couch cushions, I squinted at the tiny, old English font. The paper was a warm sepia hue but felt different from normal papers. It felt more like leather, or what you’d expect a scroll to be made of.

This wasn’t just old, it was ancient. Where had he found it? And what priceless volume had he ripped it from?

Wasabi rolled to his back, hinting he wanted me to scratch his tummy. He was clearly unconcerned about crimes he may have committed.

Giving in, I petted his tummy, still slightly amazed at how much easier it was to interact with him since Saul had given me energy.

I lifted the paper and began slogging through the off spellings and strange terms. It took several minutes, but I finally deciphered enough to realize it was a journal entry summarizing the results various herbs and poultices had on an injured reaper. A reaper he was keeping on the edge of death and trapped in his cellar.

Talk about nightmare fuel. Torturing and holding a reaper hostage counted as medical science and advancement?

My stomach churned, and I was about to put the paper on the table when a word caught my attention.Epolir.

Bringing the paper closer to my face, I read the next few lines with mounting horror and trepidation. The wannabe scientist was drugging the reaper with Epolir to keep him weak. That allowed him to cut the reaper and take notes on which injurieswere too deep for the reaper to heal. Instead of trying to help the reaper, he was only worried the reaper was going to die before he could conclude all his tests.

At the UnderGrave, Zacharias had confirmed my suspicions that he was the one who’d set up the meeting with Tiny Tank, so it would make sense that he had scribbled all the notes on the paper Wasabi and I had found behind the desk in the tunnels. But why would he need Epolir?

Did Saul know what it was used for? My soulmate had seemed bored out of his mind when Zacharias and Tank had talked about herbs and potions, so I was guessing the answer was no.

And Saul had gone to hunt Zacharias down. He could be in danger and not have a clue.

I had to get to him! Quickly plopping Wasabi on the seat beside me, I rose and prepared to teleport to Saul’s side. Then stopped.

Was I a complete idiot?

I had three mates who were trained in all things battle asleep in a bed upstairs. Meanwhile, the only discipline I’d trained in before my death was the art of marathon reading, where I could binge an entire series in one go without feeling the strain of fatigue or pangs of hunger.

Which meant going after Zacharias alone was a dumb plan.

Don’t be that chick in the horror movie everyone is screaming at for hiding from the killer in a butcher shop.

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