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He scoops his palm through the puddle of Mana’s copious cum from the hollow of Addi’s stomach and reaches behind me, lathering my hole with his fingers. My cock strains impossibly.

“I’ll blow in seconds,” I gasp.

“Then you’ll be fucking her for as long as it takes her to come again,” he hisses cruelly.

I moan as he fingers my asshole and I find her hole with my cock, sliding into her sopping cunt. Addi’s walls close around me, sucking me into her tight warmth. I groan at the feeling that grows as Kaleb’s fingers disappear only to be replaced with hiscock.

He licks my neck languidly, lovingly. “I’d say I’ll go easy on you, angel, but—” He slams balls-deep in one endless ream that thrusts me to the hilt into her. “It’s a filthy fucking lie.”

Kaleb rails me, setting the tempo we fuck at. I have no control at all, cradling Addi to me as she flops in my arms. Her screams meld to my lips as I try to kiss her gently but my cock swells impossibly, stretching her with my thickness from the inside out.

I needn’t have worried as within seconds she’s coming again. One orgasm tumbles into another. My ass contracts as my balls draw up, and I milk the fuck out of the cock invading me by pure instinct as I pour everything I have into the woman I love.

Together, we fall. Together, we breathe.

I close my eyes and let them catch me as I tremble, impaled between them. Seed leaks down my legs and along my ass crack, leaving me feeling used and filthy and loved. My hammering heart promises any more of this shit and it’ll give out, but a cold, impassive voice brings me back too abruptly.

“Isn’t this … sweet.”

I stare at the high polish on the black patent shoes and wonder idly how Mana kept the damn things so clean with so many fluids floating around. Then the high pitch registers, and I look up into a face that drops all the pleasure from the world.

Dressed in black leather that floats about him like a mist, his skin tainted with shades that roil beneath his flesh, hair grayed out and eyes a solid obsidian of expired sin, stands the fallen I ended with a blackened blade. A single pale scar marrs his shadowed form where I sliced his throat open.

Death came for him and he returned the favor, wearing his clothes and taking his form. His attention shifts to Adreana, and he reaches out a hand.

The reaper has come for her, and his name is Bowen.

Chapter Thirty-Four

One Without

Adreana

Have you ever lived a moment and it felt like everything was in high speed? That’s what the last hour of my life feels like. I can’t pinpoint a single moment that stands out above the rest because everything is one big blur, like my life has become a flowing river with no distinguishable characters.

What I do know is that the sex has gone from intense and passionate to indescribable. Mana finally has free reign to fuck me the way he has always intended, and I swear I thought I was going to die from the pleasure overload.

All three of my men have taken their time fucking me, binding us together. And even though I love them all, there is an ache in my heart that won’t fade. A longing for the person not here anymore. My soul calls out to Bowen. I don’t know what happened exactly, but I do know that Lethe wouldn’t have killed them if there had been any other choice.

It’s like my heart conjures him out of nothing. One minute I am panting, trying to get back to being myself, Lethe still resting between my spread thighs. The next, Bowen stands above us.

The joy I feel in this moment is tantamount to another orgasm. My soul sings at the sight of him even if he looks different. I take in the changes. His eyes are the color of onyx, a pale slash scarring his throat. His hair and wings have darkened to near pitch-black and his clothing reflects the change.

It’s strange in a sense to see my angel, who is always so snarky and sarcastic, standing there stoically. A seriousness I never would have thought possible for Bowen radiates from his entire being. I can’t drag my gaze from his, even as I feel thetension in the room rise around us.

Bowen holds out his hand to me and not for a split-second do I hesitate before placing my palm in his.

An instant later, I am no longer in Harken. Instead, Bowen and I stand in the graveyard beside Sinner’s End. Awareness and fear skitter across my exposed skin and I instantly lean closer to him. I remember being here and everything that transpired and it sure as fuck isn’t an experience I want to repeat. A shiver works its way through my body, shaking my entire frame before Bowen drapes a fluffy black robe around my shoulders.

“We need to talk,” he says gesturing to the cement steps of a crypt. “There are many things I need to explain and this is one of the few places Mana cannot follow and rip you away from me before I get the chance.”

I nod, once more placing my hand in his and allowing him to lead me to where he wants. For long moments we sit in silence before he turns to me and speaks.

“Since I can remember, I’ve watched over you. The moment you took your first breath alongside Emma, I was there to witness it.”

“What?” I interrupt, confused.

“Let me finish telling you everything. Then you can ask all the questions your heart desires.”

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