Page 175 of Property of Necro
“Of course, he is. Look at her. Ain’t she perfect?” Rot adds. “Care if we join?”
“She’s mine,” Coffin snarls.
“She’s ours,” Rot corrects, rolling his eyes.
“Mine.”
“Yes. Yours. Ours,” he tries again. “Maybe she deserves one of our cocks instead of that. Don’t ya think?” Rot points to the crucifix.
Flashing Rot his teeth, Coffin snarls, “Mine!”
“Coffin. Look at me,” our angel whispers.
Like a moth to a flame, he stares at Sola with dead, pupil-filled eyes.
“I love you.”
Coffin shakes his head, refusing to accept the truth. “No.”
“Yes. I love you. Stop punishing me. Stop punishing yourself.”
Snarling at Sola’s words, Coffin snaps his teeth. “Whore.”
Ever so slowly, My Soul sits up, using the sides of the box to keep her from falling back as Coffin continues to fuck her with the cross. She cups his unshaven cheek, and he leans into her touch. Closing his eyes, he releases a harsh breath, and the tension in his shoulders melts.
“I love you,” Sola mutters. “Now put your cock in me.”
When my brother opens his eyes, they shine with adoration and swing from me to Rot to Sola. He clears his throat roughly and looks down at the cross inside her. His face twists in disgust as he gently pulls it from her body.
Remorse pours off him in waves as he pitches the crucifix across the room.
Well, this was a quick turnaround. Far quicker than usual. Sola doesn’t look the least bit disturbed when she climbs out of the coffin, blood dripping down her leg, and sashays over to Coffin’s tool bench, where she bends over and pulls up the back of her dress, exposing her creamy white cheeks. Looking over her shoulder, a naughty glint in her eye, she purrs, “Now, which one of my men is gonna fuck me first?”
As my brothers flock to her, their visible joy expands…filling every nook and cranny with warmth.
I bask init.
In her.
In them.
In the completeness.
In us.
I don’t need another thirty days to know what I want, what I need.
It took seventy-two hours to open my eyes.
To feel.
To accept this is what’s meant to be after losing her the first time.
Which was torture. Not the physical kind. That, I can take. It went deeper. To the soul. Spreading like a cancer. Eating away. Killing.
And I wanted to die.
Hell. I did die.
