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There’s no reason to stay now. There’s no question in my mind anymore where I belong. It sounds rushed, a silly girl fantasy of love at first kiss, but I’m content and sated.

I’m theirs.

Theirs only.

Chapter 14

Malachi

There was no use in cleaning up the mess. The blood pooling on the floor, the food scattered, the soiled clothing, nor the dead body. None of it mattered. The flames would take care of it all.

“Where are we headed, Salem?” I’d grabbed us clean clothes, and as we dress, we’re preparing the house for a lovely bonfire. Joy is upstairs showering, dressing, picking up a few heirlooms she wants to take with her and grabbing a bag of clothing.

Shuffling clean jeans over his hips, he replies, “I guess I thought of Tress. That last piece of shit and poor Lucy, it made me see we need to stop him. He’s held a place within me for far too long.”

“We’re going home?” I’m not sure how I feel about that, or about being nearmyfamily.

He’s right, though. The jerk we just dispatched brought to light how we’ve avoided Tress and let his depravity continue. He doesn’t even deserve the worms that will feed off his flesh. He needs to go.

Slipping a fresh shirt over my head, I advise, “I’m not sure how Joy will take that.”

Smirking, Salem steps within my space. “She didn’t flinch, Malachi.” Motioning to the dead body on the floor, he weaves his fingers through his hair, pulling it back and tying it up. “Death didn’t scare her. Joy is upstairs gathering her things, looking to leave with us even after her grandmother.” Touching my arm, pulling me close, Salem cups my face and strokes the scars on my cheeks. “She fits us, Mal.”

I don’t disagree. She does. Dragging him closer, kissing him deeply, the tingles it sends throughout my body causes a reaction in my cock. Reaching out, grasping the zipper on his jeans, I stroke the soft skin, feeling as it hardens. Humming into my mouth, tangling his tongue against mine, Salem grips my ass tightly, holding me. I could easily strip him down again, taking Salem the way he loves. The way I love.

Hearing Joy on the creaking floorboards of the kitchen doorway, though, I pull back.

“Don’t let me stop you.” Turning to look at her, she smiles deviously. “Sorry to interrupt—”

As I’m about to pull my hand from his jeans, Salem grips it, holding me still. “Don’t. Joy isn’t shy, she’s watched us before. Isn’t that right, Joy?”

Color rises in her cheeks as she turns her eyes to the floor. “I, um…I didn’t mean to watch you last night.”

“But you loved it? Admit you liked it.” The seriousness in Salem’s gaze is dangerous.

Standing her ground, Joy looks to where my hand is placed, to my eyes, and back down to my grip. Releasing his now painfully hardened cock from the confines of his pants, I watch her. With it popping free, Joy’s eyes are transfixed.

Seeing her nip her lip and unsure of where to place her vacant hands, I ask, “Do you like it, Joy? Do you like watching us?”

She carefully watches as my strokes glide along his cock, and finally nods. “We wouldn’t want you to get dirty again, Joy. Why don’t you take a seat.”

Pulling out the seat farthest to the floor disaster and her grandmother’s body, Joy sits down, never taking her eyes from mine. Unbuttoning and slowly dragging Salem’s jeans lower across his hips, I wink at Joy.

I turn to Salem. “Don’t move, not one inch.” Placing his hands on the counter, I tap them. “Don’t move.”

Shuttling down his body until I’m within a breath of his soft, shaved cock, it stands proudly, begging to be punished. Wrapping my mouth around the head, covering it deeply, I take him in as far as I can, loving how it fills my mouth. Gripping his ass cheeks, tightly sinking my nails into his globes, I pull him closer. Feeling him tense as he tries to fight against the rule of not moving, Salem’s breathing rises and falls quickly as I in turn pull in my cheeks, sucking him tight. In and out, back and forth, I feel my own arousal aching as I suck him deep.

Relishing the thought that Joy is watching, feeling as his end nears, I breathe through the motions until he comes. Shoving his hips forward, Salem pistons through his release as I swallow down the richness of it.

Pulling back, I lick my lips and smile up at Salem, the darkness in his gaze palpable. He’s transfixed on Joy. “Sal?”

Standing up, I turn him to face me. “Salem.”

Shaking it off, he smiles. Kissing me on the cheek and giving me a wink, Salem drags his jeans to his hips and buttons them up. “We ready to go?”

Quirking a quizzical look his way, I ignore it, deciding it’s better to leave it alone. I’ll ask him about it later. “Do you have everything, Joy? Are you ready to leave this behind?”

Looking down at the floor, she clears her throat. “What about my gran? I can’t just leave her here. It’s not right.”

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