Page 47 of Definitely Dead

“Well, when you put it that way…”

Pushing him against the tiles, Tyr claimed his lips in a soft kiss, a whisper of devotion that held the promise of things to come. He bent, gripping Sunne’s pert backside, kneading the globes as he lifted him from the floor to anchor him against the wall.

His mate moaned when their erections pressed together, a strangled sound filled with need and hunger. Then he wrapped his arms around Tyr’s neck, dragging him closer to slant their mouths together in a blistering kiss that sent a shiver of desire racing through him.

They ate at each other in a clash of tongues and teeth, propelling the quiet moment into a frenzy of urgency and desperation. Hands grasped and fingers clutched, every touch deliberate and filled with tension.

The hot water cascaded over them, creating a delicious slide as they undulated together, hands gliding over slick skin, mapping, searching, relearning. Steam filled the enclosure, swirling around them in thick clouds, cocooning them from the rest of the world in this one perfect moment of time.

“Need you,” Sunne panted, reaching between them to palm his swollen shaft. “Now, Tyr. Right now.”

Tyr fumbled on the shelf to his left, searching for the small bottle of gel he’d seen tucked among the soaps and creams. He’d definitely have to thank Hades for that later.

Finding it easily, he popped the lid open and upended the glass bottle, spilling the contents into his palm. With a shaking hand he slicked his cock from base to tip before pressing the crown to Sunne’s clenching hole.

Then he sank into his mate, inch by glorious inch, growling as the tight heat enveloped him. The velvet walls contracted in rhythmic waves, wrapping around his length and pulling him deeper.

Hooking his arms behind Sunne’s knees, he pushed his legs wider, spreading him open as he grinded against him, pulling a choked moan from the male that echoed off the tiles. He started slow, a gentle but steady rhythm, giving Sunne time to adjust before increasing his pace. Their mouths collided again, their tongues thrusting and dueling as he drove into his mate, hammering him against the wall with every hard snap of his hips.

“Close,” Sunne panted, a warning or a plea, Tyr couldn’t tell. “More. I need more.”

Instinct took over, and a growl reverberated in his chest. Tangling his fingers in Sunne’s wet hair, he jerked his head to the side, exposing the side of his neck. His upper lip pulled back over elongated canines, his gaze locked on the pale mating mark that scarred his mate’s skin.

A primal, possessive need overwhelmed him, a desire to reclaim what already belonged to him, to reestablish their bond after everything they had been through. He struck hard and fast, embedding his fangs in the delicate skin as he plunged into Sunne’s welcoming heat, pushing them both higher until they teetered on the precipice.

Sunne screamed, the sound raw, powerful, as if purging the past twenty-four hours from his heart and mind. His fingers scrabbled for purchase against Tyr’s slick shoulders, and a shudder ripped through him. Muscles tight, voice strained, he tumbled over the edge, his release painting the space between them.

Extracting his canines, Tyr followed with a deafening roar, pumping hard and fast, his heart thundering in his chest as he spilled himself into his mate’s clenching depths.

Spent, sated, and utterly at peace, he slumped against him, his breath ragged against the side of Sunne’s neck. “Gods, I can’t get enough of you.”

“I know what you mean,” Sunne answered, clinging to him. “I love you, Tyr. More than anything.”

He lifted his head to brush their lips together. “I love you, too,lelien. I’d fight a zombie wolf for you anytime.”

Their laughter ended in mutual groans when Tyr’s flagging erection slipped from its sheath. Still, they held to each other, unwilling to let go, savoring the reward of a hard-won battle.

They had walked through fire and emerged on the other side. They hadn’t just survived either. They had built something better and stronger from the ashes. And this moment, wrapped in softness and maybe a hint of teeth, was proof of what he’d already known.

Death wasn’t the end.

For him and Sunne, it was just the beginning.

Epilogue

Six Weeks Later…

Thebellchimedoverthe door when Sunne entered the bookstore, a magical sound that rang to Beethoven’sMoonlight Sonata. Extra, but so was the shop’s owner.

“Did you get it?” he asked, making his way through the shelves to the counter at the back of the store. “Do you have it?”

“I have it,” Dorian confirmed, placing his hand atop a book of bound parchment, the pages glowing with a faint, silver light. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

As the overseer of the Hall of Records, only Dorian could give him the answers he sought. But his new boss had been dragging his feet for weeks, reluctant to show him what the Fates had recorded.

“Definitely,” Sunne answered, rounding the curved desk to stand beside him. “Besides, it’s less about what I want. Ineedto know.”

It was the last piece of the puzzle, the closure he needed to fully let go of the past and embrace his new afterlife in Watcher’s Grove.

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