All. His.
And more than that. He kissed me. Like, really fucking kissed me!
I had spent so much time wondering why he chose not to, that I never let myself enjoy the fantasy of his surrender. To be fully realized, instead of always slipping through his hands. I can’t explain the feeling in my mouth. All I knew was that when he took me under, he was everywhere, kissing my bruises all better.
And I didn’t mind that I felt him shatter.
Tasted the monster that tumbled into me like a knife to the heart. I’d be his ruin. The ancient elegy of his lost city. A love letter under museum glass.
I’d be his gunshot.
I’d be it all.
“Is she asleep?” Wolfe asked, climbing to the right side of the mattress, his dark, steady voice anchoring the space into a dreamy lull.
“Wavering between worlds,” Thay responded, pushing his still-hard cock further inside me, shifting over me like a blanket. We had knocked the comforter to the floor, and whatever was left of the sheets sat crumpled under my hip.
“Are you…” Wolfe exhaled, rolling his neck before resting it on the wall. “Okay?”
It was sexy the way Thay never apologized or felt shame. Wolfe had just witnessed his monster cry-fuck the woman he loves, kissing her in a fever and surrendering everything. But it didn’t seem to bother Thay that he saw. For most, there would be a sense of vulnerability, but it only gave him more power. He wanted Wolfe to know exactly who he was to me, and it made me feel bright.
“I should ask you that question,” Thay growled, pressing a kiss into my hair.
Wolfe snickered, lighting a cigarette that bled into the dark. I did not smoke, but I was a secondhand junkie. I often missed the flavor of tobacco or leaned into the perfume whenever it entered the room.
“Whatever you may think of me,Thayor Milo Gavros, I love Daphne,” Wolfe paused, and my ears shifted to the shaky breath behind me. “I didn’t want to, but from the moment she shuffled into my bedroom to escape your mid-afternoon fucks, I was hers.”
Thay uttered a low, bellied sound that would have made me smile if I weren’t so far away.
“But I could never provide her with what you just did. Because that part of me doesn’t exist. They removed it from me at birth, so you can stop measuring our dicks. I know yours is bigger. But also know, I will always be a little more broken than you because you have all of her and I don’t.”
Thay’s breath shifted, his arms pulling taut along my skin.
“I meant Lyla,” he groaned, and even I could feel his icy stare pierce the air. “I saw the flash.”
“Why would I give a fuck about that?” Wolfe’s voice fell away. “That traitorous cunt deserved the wall. She got out easy, and you know it.”
“If she got out at all.” Thay’s lips curved around whatever flesh he could find in a sweet kiss.
“Yeah, well, the worst part is now I have to go back to Seattle and pretend to mourn her. I am leaving tonight, but I extended your stay for another day. Consider it a wedding present.”
Mourn her?
There was a ruffle in the silence before Nathem picked up on the other line.
“Hey, boss,” my Irish devil crooned from the other end.
“How’s Blade?” Wolfe asked, shifting on the mattress.
“Oh, you know. He is back to whining like a little bitch,” he laughed. “So I think he will make it.”
“Good,” Wolfe swallowed. “Jessie nearby?”
“Yeah, we are all here.”
“Any news on Rinley?”
I snickered, listening to the checklist that occupied this man’s mind.