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Together the four of them work in tandem. No wait… I didn’t notice it before but one of Willow’s hands is wrapped around Theodon’s cock, pumping him up and down. All of this is rather sloppy, barely any true coordination, but there doesn’t seem a need for organization. My dick leaks as my arousal lingers on as I watch Willow’s world get rocked.

Brock cums next. His hips still as he pours everything that he has down her throat. Willow is next. She swallows every drop of Brock down before pulling her mouth away to scream. Her whole body stiffens before convulsing the hardest I’ve ever seen. Her orgasm triggers both Jonah’s and Kwil’s. Both men shouting out profanities to the heavens as they all lose their shit. But it’s not over. Willow cums again, nearly just as hard, around the two of them. Her body shakes so much that her arm can’t hold her up anymore. She collapses against Jonah’s chest as Kwil continues to shoot his release into her ass. Theo hisses as he cums all over Willow’s hand. I don’t blame him, hand jobs aren’t my favorite but after watchingthat… Well, I’m surprised he lasted that long.

By the time everyone dislodges from Willow’s body, early morning sunbeams start to peek through the curtains. We all lay there, breathing heavily. There is so much we have to do before we go after Fulton today and so much that needs to be said but, at this moment, the six of us aren’t in any hurry. We bask in the love in the room like we have all the time in the world.

Chapter36

KWIL

Five hours ago, I was as deep inside my mate as humanly possible.

Now, I’m standing in the very spot where I killed her. Willow’s ashes are long gone, as is any evidence anyone has ever been here. Well, except for a small plaque, that holds no name, nestled in the middle of a ring of saplings. What a strange memorial. I focus on that rather than the wild, animalistic screams of rage rattling around inside my head.

Behind me, I can hear Theo rallying the troops. It’s not that necessary. The revenge the reapers seek, along with their desire to help Willow after she helped them, is probably enough. But I suppose you can never get too hyped to face death… or second death, I suppose.

My body vibrates hard. Harder than normal, at least, as the monster continues his tantrum. The patches of Tangleling skin covering my body are nearly blurs with how hard they tremble. I breathe through the rage that fogs my vision and speeds up my heart rate.

Not here. Not here!The deep sinister voice in my head roars. It’s so loud I swear the others can hear it.

Cut it out!I try to sound stern but fail miserably. We’re so closely entangled that his desire is mine and vice versa. I don’t want to be here either. No matter how great of a plan Willow has, pitting herself against a warlock who has proven that he can best us, doesn’t sit well with me. We can plan until our faces turn blue and everything can still go wrong, it makes no difference. It’s going against all of my monstrous, and Fae, instincts to place my mate in harm’s way.

Take her. Leave!The creature shrieks.

The fury and panic increase bit by bit as time ticks on. My teeth gnash together as I count the petals on one of the small trees.

“This was nice of my dad. I bet he did it more for my mom than for me or himself, though,” Willow states as she appears by my side.

I close my eyes as the monster nearly takes over my body. He’s trying hard to escape his mental prison. I’ve let him do it before, back when I thought Theo had killed Willow. Then again when we were in Everlast and the Elders who I’d trusted, turned around and betrayed us and tried to capture Willow for their own. It’s probably a bad idea to let it free, no matter the situation. Giving it free range could give that side of me too much unintentional control.

“Maples are my favorite type of trees,” Willow continues after a moment. “When I was young, Dad tied a tire swing to the one in my mom’s front yard and pushed me on it for hours. Then one Fall on a particularly windy day, the three of us laid under that same tree and watched the leaves come down. I couldn’t have been very old, but I remember marveling at it and thinking it was so magical. I think ever since then I just had an affinity for the tree. But I was never a sentimental person. A resting place and my favorite tree must have been mom’s idea.”

Her hand reaches out for mine. I can’t uncurl my fingers from the fists they’ve balled themselves into, despite how hard I try. Willow doesn’t seem fazed. Instead, she just holds onto my wrist and falls silent. Her presence is both comforting and maddening. Willow radiates serenity. Her breathing is steady, her heart rate even more so. The silence that lays between us isn’t awkward or strained. Rather, this is Willow allowing me to speak to her when I’m ready. While I appreciate it, I need her to leave. Her presence beside me is just infuriating the monster.

Not dead!He screams.

Fucking chill! We’re both here and we’re fine—

Not fine when looking at dead!

What is it talking about? I frown. It takes me a moment to realize that the creature is upset that Willow is witnessinghermemorial. He hates it. My lips twitch in both bewilderment and amusement. Hecaresthat his mate has to see such a sad thing. I wonder if Tanglelings actually feel these types of emotions or if this is just a sick and twisted conscious and unconscious reaction to feelings and thoughts of a man who is part abomination?

Realizing how to calm myself, at least a little, I manage to unfurl my fist and take Willow’s hand. Without a word, I guide her away from the trees. I keep my gaze down, to the red dirt and clay beneath our feet. Small plumes of dust gather around her ankles while we walk hand-in-hand. The monster is giddy as we head a little further away from everyone else.

Leave. Go. Keep safe. Keep protected!It’s nearly leaping for joy in my head.

We’re not going anywhere. We have to kill the warlock first.

There’s a momentary pause. Then the monster erupts into a new rage.

So much for a small reprieve.

Leave! Keep mate safe. My mate. Need safe. Mine, mine, mine, mine—

“Kwil!” Theo calls from behind us. “Are you ready?”

NO, NO, NO!The monster roars. My grip inadvertently tightens around Willow’s hand.

A blinding pain pierces through my skull. The air in my lungs escapes in a swoosh. My lips pull back over my teeth and a deep snarl slips out. The pain in my head intensifies as the monster in me bellows his outrage.

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