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She collapses between us, her face on my lap, her eyes wild as she stares at the ceiling.

She doesn’t look tired. Not in the least. Her coloring is bright, and her eyes are wide open instead of hooded. She is glowing and looking healthier already.

“What are you? I murmur, running my hands through her hair.

“Satisfied.”

Chapter7

Dead Inside

BRIAR

It turns out I can die because that’s the only thing that explains what just happened.

I’ve died.

I’m dead.

This is the afterlife.

Whatever I did to deserve this prison of a house has clearly been atoned for because I am living my actual dreams. I have never felt as full or as energized as I do now.

Laying between the two men who stumbled into my life, basking in the afterglow, I cannot imagine being elsewhere. I feel boneless, the picture of relaxation as Gerrit strokes my hair lovingly like he didn’t just try to suffocate me with his dick.

Turns out, itisin proportion with the rest of him.

I lean my head up to look at Hans, and he’s smiling down at me with a sleepy expression. I’m sure he’s exhausted. I was able to control myself, with a minor assist from Gerrit, when I was consuming his blood. It was the tastiest blood I’ve ever had. It tasted like sunshine and earth.

I could drink it forever.

But I didn’t, and I’m glad. I’ll get to feed on him again, hopefully.

Regrettably, I need to clean myself up, so I extract myself from between the two men. My dress hangs sloppily over my body, giving me some semblance of modesty, but I am still sticky with blood on my throat and chest and cum between my thighs.

Before I leave, I focus on Gerrit. “Hans is going to be very tired and need lots of fluids and food.”

He narrows his gaze. “You don’t have any food.”

I prop my hand on my hip as I stare at him. “You traveled through the woods, didn’t you? You should have provisions. I’ve got some berries in the garden, too. Water is in the jug over there. I’ll be back after I get cleaned up.”

Getting through my depressing little bedroom and into my bathroom doesn’t take me long. When I close the door, I slide to the floor against it. In the quiet of this space, I can hear my labored breathing.

I feel as if every part of me is on fire. I cannot remember ever being this satisfied.

I’m so overwhelmed by it all that I burst into tears.

Maybe it’s the first orgasm from another person in ages or just the feeling of finally not being hungry. Whatever it is, my body has betrayed me, and I am sobbing on the cool tile floor.

I feel the door nudging my ass, and I scamper from it, hiding in the corner by the tub like a little rat. It’s Gerrit, of course, since Hans is still too spent to function.

“What’s wrong?” His voice is rough but not aggressive. I’m starting to think this brutal, big, strong-man thing is an act. He seems like a secret softy.

“Take care of Hans.” I shoo him away.

“Hans is fine. Flint is watching over him, and he’s got some of our rations and water. Now.” He crosses those massive arms over his chest and stares me down. “What’s wrong?”

He’s towering over me, and I attempt to shrink further into the corner. With one swoop, he gathers me in his arms and plops me unceremoniously into the tub. “Stay.”

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