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My cum fills her up, the sound of her melodic moans echoing in my ears as I revel in all the sensations. I continue to shallowly thrust inside her until I have nothing left, our breaths coming in pants as our orgasms resound through our bodies.
Time stands still for a while until I come to notice my weight is resting on top of her. I open my eyes to find hers closed, her hand resting on the back of my neck as she strokes the small hairs there.
I take her moment of bliss to study her. My aura is still pulsing around us, though it’s softer now. Hers, on the other hand, is warm and glowing. The outer edge is still that gray nothingness, but everything else is stunning. It’s added moregold, some so light it borders on white, with blue that’s grown more prominent now.
And black, Remi says through our link.
I blink and look closer. I focus in on the part closest to her body, and that’s when I see it: A tiny bit of black is now there.
She has the color of all of our auras, Kai says.
What does it mean?I ask.
You don’t know?
I do know, but I don’t want to say it. Because it would mean saying she could be ours and that, by some miracle of heaven, she belongs here with us, that Elysian Pines brought her here for more than just a job.
It wouldn’t make sense given what I’ve seen of her future, but a nagging part of me says I can’t see Nephilim’s futures, so maybe there’s a chance we’re in hers?
But I would think her future would at least show me something to prove that, yet it hasn’t. That fact alone leads me to believe that she will leave, that she will forget us like I said would happen all along.
I softly roll off Greer, my cock slipping from her, and the shadow tentacles recede until my aura is pulled back, dull around me. She groans from the loss and opens her sated eyes to meet mine.
The more I look at her, the more I see how different she is—not just her aura buther. A genuine smile is pulling at the corner of her lips, and there are no lines on her forehead. She’s relaxed, still healing. Happy.
I pull her into my side and kiss her hair. The reality that this could be the only time I get to luxuriate in that happiness, some of which I’m responsible for, crashes into me. Not only because she’ll leave but also because I show her the future tonight. She could hate me for what she sees, but it has to be done.
“Sam,” Greer says, dragging me from my thoughts.
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
“For?”
She looks up at me with a sly smile. “For fulfilling one hell of a fantasy.”
It’s impossible not to smile back at her, so I do. I kiss her hair once more, and she rests her head on my chest. I hold her close, and by the time I get up the courage to speak, to tell her what’s on my mind, she’s already asleep.
I brush my lips over the crown of her head and pull her closer. Burning the feel of her in my arms to my memory, I ignore Kai’s optimistic voice in my head telling me that things will work out. I just don’t see how that’s possible.
“I hope you don’t hate me,” I whisper to Greer’s sleeping form.
Go easy on her, Samael,Remi says through our bond.
She’ll see what she needs to seeis my only reply.
Chapter thirty-two
Greer
IknowbeforeIopen my eyes that Sam is standing over me, just like Remi and Kai had the nights before. I keep them closed for a while longer, basking in the delicious soreness that comes after great sex. Okay, more-than-great sex. One-hundred-out-of-ten sex. The kind of sex you know you’ll never have again.
I definitely won’t, either, because what human man is going to fuck me with shadow tentacles ever again?
“Greer.” Sam’s voice is followed by a gentle brush of fingers against my cheek. “Open those eyes for me.”
The action is sweet, like someone who actually cares for me. My breath stills, and my lids finally flutter open before I blink at the dim light. I’m still in his room, and he’s exactly where I knew he’d be: standing over me. His hands are in his pockets, and he’s fully dressed—which is a damn shame, considering his body is sinful.
