Page 30 of Haunted Hearts

“You’re so fucking special, Willow,” he coos as I begin to suck. He helps me, thrusting gently into my mouth, clearly aware that, due to his size, he could hurt me if we’re not careful. “I love you so damn much.”

With Kwil’s cock buried deep inside of me and Jonah’s choking me, tears well up and spill down my face. I love this. Being full of them, having them love me despite the new situation we’re in, it’s too much. My body tenses, gripping Kwil in a hold that he can’t escape before my release comes crashing through me. My orgasm spurs on Kwil’s, who roars my name as his dick pumps in and out of me. His cum comes in thick, long jets, coating my insides and mixing with Viktor’s. As I continue to shake, I moan. Jonah moves faster, still careful, but with urgency. I suck him just a bit harder and it sends him over the edge. Both men cum in me with vigor and I savor every single bit of it.

“Well fuck me,” Viktor growls beside me while the three of us are in the throes of passion. “Willow just took two monsters like a champ.”

“She lives for our cum,” Kwil hisses. “She would do whatever it takes to get it, wouldn’t you, Willow?”

I can’t speak but I press my hips back into him and moan against Jonah’s dick.

Jonah finishes first and pulls out of my mouth. I swallow the last remnants of him and groan with disappointment when Kwil finishes next. His hands grip my hips tighter.

Theodon sits up, reaches over, and lifts me with ease out from between Kwil’s legs. He places me on my back and crawls on top of me. My eyes lock onto his sapphire ones as he stares down at me. His auburn hair frames our faces, blocking the others out. For just a second, it’s only the two of us.

This is the man who worked so hard and sacrificed so much for his family and for the two men beside us. And where did all that hard work get him? It brought him here, to the Realm of the Dead. All because he met me. Fresh tears slide down my face as I reach up and cup his.

“I’m sorry, Theo,” I mouth the words, my throat clenched too tight to say the words out loud.

Theo’s brows furrow. He leans down and skims his mouth across mine, not quite a kiss but a promise of one to come.

“My queen,” he murmurs softly, his breath hitting my face. “Never apologize for things out of your control.”

With that, his lips press against mine. My legs lift and wrap around his hips as his erection sits at my entrance. Rather than sinking into me right away, Theo pulls away, reaches over and takes my hand to lift it between us.

“Do you see this?”

I pull my gaze away from his to look at my hand. The thin cracks scattered over my skin are nearly gone. I gasp in surprise. I’mhealing.

Theo continues softly, “Our souls need each other. I believe that even if you hadn’t saved us by tethering our souls together, this is whatoursouls would look like without you in our lives.”

My focus slips from my hand back to his face. His eyes glitter with emotion as he stares down at me.

“My king…” I breathe, unable to say more.

“You’re perfect, Willow. Never change,” he whispers as he sinks into me.

I shiver in delight as our souls come together. As Theodon starts to move, each stroke is so deliberately slow. He lowers his head and takes a nipple into his mouth. His gentle sucking and teasing, paired with the way his dick hits that one spot deep inside of me, is exactly what I need.

“Theo…” my body coils.

My king lifts his head and I take advantage of his available lips. As my mouth claims Theo’s, my body bears down on him, trying to keep him deep inside of me. My hips move in shallow thrusts, urging Theo to move faster. But he resists. His careful, long strokes are wicked and splendid. My breathing quickens as my body coils one more time. He pulls away from my mouth to whisper into my ear,

“I love you.”

Those three words send me over the edge. When I cum, I shout Theo’s name, then Kwil’s, Viktor’s, and Jonah’s. Theo continues his slow claiming of my body until his body stills and he finds his release with a grunt.

Tears spill down my face as relief and love overwhelm me. There is no doubt now that I am theirs and they belong to me. For the rest of our new lives.

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“Jonah, Ican’t,” I whimper. My hands, pressed against the tile of the large shower, tremble. There are three showerheads, all powered by Death Magic and not true plumbing, all going at once, and steam, so thick I can’t see a foot in front of me, fogs up the massive bathroom. The warm water feels great, but what Jonah’s doing… It feels even better.

“My hands are over here, Willow.” Jonah’s overexaggerated exasperation cuts through the steam. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I let out a half chuckle before groaning as his tail strokes my swollen clit. For the past hour, all four men have been making sure that I have absolutelynoreservations about their affection for me. All walls have come down and words were eventually replaced with touch. I feel well spent. I’m not even sure how I made it to the bathroom.

Jonah’s tail leaves my clit and slithers up into my core.

“Oh hell, Jonah—”

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