Page 78 of All Saints Day
Just as I’m about to throw myself over the edge to try to save him, a bolt of lightning strikes—the woman’s hand turns a card; the black tower stares back at me, the veil of the dream falling away.
“It’s okay, you’re okay!” Caz croons, holding me, naked and soaked with sweat, bundled in a soggy cotton sheet.
My head whips around as I take stock of my surroundings, no longer in the shabby-meemaw-chic airstream, but a low, dimly lit bedroom; the whole room moving with a gentle steadiness, even if just imperceptibly.
Another layer of the dream?
“Hey, Louie—look at me, focus on me, okay?” Caz reaches up and cups my face—the rest of him curled around me like a koala on a tree as we sit upright in the massive bed. “We’re safe for now, we’ve moved you a few times since you passed out, but we’re on a houseboat somewhere in fuck nowhere Kentucky—don’t ask me where Q comes up with these places, but we can lie low here for at least a day or two—so just relax.” He speaks quickly but softly, making sure to explain with patience. He can undoubtedly feel all of my panic washing down the bond. “The others have been keeping busy—but now that you’re up, I bet all of them are going to drop whatever it is and come check in on you.”
I nod, the big fat tears rolling down my cheeks without end as I crumple forward and bury my face in his neck.
“We need to get him back, whatever it takes—we’re not losing another one of our fated mates. Losing Michael is already too much,” I sob, throwing my arms around Caz’s neck, the words just spilling out.
“I know, I know—we’re going to find a way,” hereassures me, his scent slowing my racing heartbeat, softening the muscles in my jaw.
And suddenly, despite the pain, despite the fear in the face of hopelessness and unbeatable odds—the fire that Michael lit, the flames that he stoked in the dream, begin to tear through me as if I were soaked in gasoline.
I wriggle out of Caz’s hold, forcing him to sit upright with me on the bed.
“Louise?” He looks at me quizzically as I lift from the mattress and take a seat on his lap facing him—the two of us in an air of mirrored half lotus positions—his arms clutching awkwardly around my cocoon of sheets as I reach up to hold his face in my hands, my thumbs resting on his cheekbones as my fingers reach back into his fuzzy hairline toward his ears.
“Will you follow me into hell, Cazimer?” I ask him, looking directly into those incredible blue diamond eyes.
He actually takes a little breath, holding it for a second before he answers.
“And back on broken legs.” He grins.
“Tomorrow, we pay the boatman.” I smirk back at him.
“But right now…” I undulate against Caz—my pelvis grinding against him through my cotton wrapping as I kiss him on the mouth. “I need to connect to something beyond pain and sadness. I need to reconnect with my Saints.”
Chapter 28
Cazimer
Louise and I wriggle somewhat awkwardly as she helps me shimmy halfway out of my boxers, and I assist with the trussing of her bedsheet gown until I can feel her slick pussy grind against me, all the hardware on the underside of my cock—the Prince Albert through my cockhead and Jacobs ladder up the shaft—sending waves of pleasure through me.
I moan into her mouth as her hands creep down my sides and my abdominals fire with flexion.
Our kissing deepens, my tongue in her mouth as I peel away her bedsheet wrapping, my hands moving to cup her soft breasts as she gyrates on my throbbing hard cock—her legs locked tight around my waist.
Suddenly she throws her arms around my neck and begins inching forward and upward, trying to lift herself onto my cock. I quickly reach down and cup her ass, helping Louise lift herself up and onto my cock—already coated in a layer of her creamy slick.
Both of us break the kiss, letting out low animal sounds as we catch our breath.
My hands move instinctively to her waist as I feel my cockhead slip inside her juicy lips, her tight pussy slowly adjusting as she seats herself—first halfway, then fully—on my cock.
My hands rove up Louise’s spine and into her hair—her arms wind around my neck. I lift my hips as she rolls hers down, and Ifeel all of her tighten around me in a hot pulse as the ring of my Prince Albert kisses her G-spot.
The way she moans, her entire body rippling against mine—another powerful downward grind of her pelvis, driving me as deep as her body will allow—makes me want to kiss her so hard I steal the very breath from her lungs.
So I do.
Louise makes a high, desperate sound into my mouth as I roll my hips up into her.
Both of us nearly jump when the mattress suddenly shifts, added weight at the edge of the bed causing our tangle of gyrating limbs to list sideways as Sébastien clambers into the sheets along with us.
He’s already kicked out of his pants and boxers, his thick uncut cock bouncing free as he crawls toward us
