Page 20 of Malice
She detonated with a harsh gasp and an arch of her back, a pleasure-filled wail coming from deep within. I followed. There was no way to stop it, and there wasn’t a single part of me that wanted to.
“Fuuuck, Merri,” I groaned, spilling my seed onto her plump pussy lips.
Tingles raced across every nerve ending, chasing along my skin as my orgasm seemed to go on and on. When it finally began to dim, my chest was heaving and sweat dotted my brow. My vision blurred for several heartbeats before things returned to focus.
The sight that greeted me was straight out of my filthiest fantasies. Merri was still splayed, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath, her belly and swollen sex coated with my release.
“Put it where it belongs,” I whispered harshly, my order for my shadow, but I wanted her to hear it too.
Merri’s eyes snapped open as my shadow obeyed, two thick digits swiping through the mess I’d left and pushing it deep inside her. Her mouth formed the sweetestOof surprise, and I caught the exact moment the obsidian orbs shifted back to blue.
For good measure, I curled those shadow fingers up and rubbed against her internal walls, making her gasp as her eyes fluttered closed.
She returned her gaze to me with a satisfied smile on her lips.
“Are you back with us, kitten?” Sin asked.
A slight nod was her only response before she sighed dreamily and fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter
Six
MERRI
The antique wardrobe’s door creaked as I pulled it open, once again making me yearn for the walk-in closet at Grim’s penthouse. It was so much larger, with a wider variety of camming outfits. Reaching inside, I trailed my fingers over a few options but cast them aside. I needed black, lace, and over-the-top.
I shoved several hangers to the side, on the hunt for the perfect teddy/robe combo, when the scent of the ocean hit my nose. I paused, checking behind me to ensure the window was still closed. We were on an island, but this was the first time I could recall being able to smell the sea.
Another waft of salty air overtook my senses, but this time it was accompanied by a decidedly cool breeze... frominsidethe wardrobe.
“What the heck?” I muttered, pushing the hanging garments out of the way so I could see the back of the large piece of furniture. Or at least, I tried to.
Instead of finding the back of the antique wood, I was met with a second row of clothing. Then a third. At this point, I wasliterally inside what was arguably a wooden box. Except it wasn’t a box. Not anymore.
“What in the Mary Poppins bag of furniture is this?” I grunted, pulling a coat sleeve off my face.
The cry of a seagull pierced the air, followed by the unmistakable sound of waves. Oh. Oh, I understood now. This was a dream. I’d never had a portal to Narnia dream before, but that had been one of my favorite movies as a kid. I didn’t know why my subconscious was choosing this precise moment to bring it back around, but hey, might as well enjoy it.
I pushed through the last of the clothes until I was standing in a field of swaying grass. The sun was high overhead, but it wasn’t hot. The cool ocean breeze was more than enough to mitigate the powerful rays. Seeing a normal sky after a week of one filled with fire was incredible. That alone was worth the price of admission.
“Stop fighting me, you menace.” The male voice floating through the tree line sent my pulse skyrocketing. I didn’t recognize it. Normally in my dreams, I recognized the people and places. Well, except that first time I met Luc.
I guess, come to think of it, it wasn’t that unusual to have randos show up in our dreams. It certainly happened now and then. Usually it just meant they were some sort of amalgamation of traits used to represent something—or someone—else.
“Well, let’s see what all this is then,” I murmured, heading off toward the voice.
A strange sound, low and almost cow-like, grew louder the closer I got.
“You guys are ridiculous. Stop complaining.” That voice again.
As I snuck through the trees, a figure came into view in the distance. A tall man with shaggy blond hair was crouched overa large box, from which more of the weird cow-chainsaw sounds were emanating.
“How are there so many of you? You’re only supposed to have one egg at a time, you know.”
He scooped something out of the box, a little fluffy black bird who squirmed in distress as the man chick-napped him or her.
“All right, Staypuft, you’re up.” The birds in the box squawked in protest. The man gave the box a glare. “Listen, you know we have to do this. You’ll all be reunited in a matter of minutes. Just let me live, broskis.”
