Page 62 of Last Breath

We might as well make sure that it’s worth the ride.

With tears streaming down his face and blood trickling from his regimented attire, I laugh. A little bit of blood never looked so lovely.

“Joy, darling, are you hurting our guest?” Malachi’s dark eyes twinkle. It seems he’s turned on by the continuing violence against the neat policeman. His eyes bug out, alight and excited. His thrusts into Salem’s mouth become harsher, faster, and without pace. In turn, it causes a rise in my own excitement.

Shrugging a shoulder, I giggle. “He asked for it.”

“Be a good girl.”

Climbing back onto the bed, naked, I reach down and stroke my own sex, engaging my arousal quickly while holding the gun in the other hand. Training my eyes on Malachi, I don’t look away. Our officer isn’t about to squirm out of here with his hands cuffed and damaged leg so there’s nothing to risk.

“Joy, do you see what you do to me?” Mal shakes as his enjoyment crests. Gripping Salem’s head tight, pushing him to take it all, I don’t stop, I can’t. Letting my own end near, I feel as my core tightens and my body heats from within.

Leaving the safety of my grandmother’s house, it set my fate on this path. Sex wasn’t new to me, but this level of arousal and release was never this fabulous. I wouldn’t change my life—I couldn’t change my life. This is where I’m meant to be.

Hearing a cacophony of sirens outside, I know that I’m with those that care for me, love me, and appreciate me. If we’re going down, we’ll go down our way.

As we close in on our release, dragging Salem from his cock, Malachi bends down. Coming eye to eye with Salem, leaving a peck on his lips, he smiles sweetly. “You’re my family. Death can’t change that.” Malachi’s tone is deathly serious.

We’re in this until the end.

In blood, brimstone, and fire, we’ll end this our way.

Chapter 34

Malachi

Dragging the orgasm from my body through his mouth, Salem understands what I want. I want to decide the way we leave this Earth. Rising off the floor and gripping Salem’s hand, I want this our way.

“On the bed, Salem,” I say through gritted teeth.

Looking down on our prisoner that’s bleeding out, Salem and I step over him to join Joy.

“Joy, give me the gun, love.”

Handing it over easily, I smile. I swore to protect them. I swore that they were my family and that no one could take them from me. If I have to, I’ll make sure they both leave out the back and run so that our child is given a chance. I’ll kill the man, I’ll kill myself too before I let anyone near them. I’ll do it all to save them.

With the sirens becoming louder and louder, increasing in volume as more cars join in the chorus, I’m gazing at the faces of those that mean the most to me.

I know what I need to do.

Neither of them can know, but it’s necessary. The world will be darker without Joy in it, and she can curb Salem’s tendencies. I see no way around it. They must survive for my own sanity. Without them, I think I’d burn the world down.

Resigning myself to the fact that I’d sacrifice myself, I look to the three most important things in my life—Joy, Salem, and the baby.

Stepping to the edge and resting my hands on the bed, I take one last, long look into the eyes of the only man that made my life make sense. Kissing Salem with my heart and soul, and feeling a tear attempt to flow, I hold the emotion at bay. Emotions aren’t welcome at this moment. My judgement will cloud if I allow my emotions to lead.

Lightly moving him forward until he’s open to me and his cock is poised to enter Joy, I ask her to move. “Joy, love. Flip over.” I’m leaving this world in the bodies of those I can’t be without.

Positioning himself, Salem enters her with a grunt, and then I enter him. Groaning as I enter his body, we move in a sweaty tempo of sexual release. The weak protests of the policeman doesn’t deter us, nor does the commotion outside as we enjoy and understand our finality. All of us are smart enough to know this will end in our deaths.

I’m changing that outcome for the sake of the child.

Cresting, our combined orgasms are as one. Breaking free of each other, our sweat-slicked, blood-drenched, sticky with release skin sings.

While the three of us rest on the bed, understanding the end of our reign, Joy wraps her arms across us.

Laying on opposite sides of the woman that completes us, she turns to each of us. “I love you. Both of you.” Kissing me, she leans back to Salem. “I’m so glad you broke into my house. Thank you for giving me everything. You released my soul and gave it what it needed.”

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