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I scream as he rolls his thumb over my clit, pushing me to the edge well after I had fallen off of it.

He keeps his word to not let me fall alone. His climax is soft, slow, and he pumps me full of his cum until I feel even fuller than before.

“So much,” I say as I thrash my head from side to side. The aftershocks of my orgasm only grow stronger as wetness spills down my ass and soaks the bed.

“Mine,” he practically purrs. The low rumble of sound is one of pleasure as he finally eases out of me, slowly, until the pressure is gone and his cum rushes out of me.

“Now,” Cain says, his accent even thicker than before, “you’re going to do that again on Sabre’s cock while I watch him play with you. Would you like that, mate?”

A shiver runs up my spine when Cain calls me that. I thump my head onto the bed and stare up at the shattered mirror hanging above me, only to see the broken reflection of a dark creature made of nightmares stalking onto the bed.

I’m not afraid.

Excitement shoots through me as Sabre’s long tongue begins to explore my skin, including my soaked entrance that is dripping with Cain’s cum. He doesn’t seem to care as he licks and tastes, making my body hum with pleasure.

I’m not sure how it’s possible that I want more after a full-body orgasm like the one Cain’s beast just gave me, but I don’t even feel human anymore.

I feel… ravenous.

“I would like that… very much,” I concede as Cain settles himself on the floor against one of the pillars. He’s far too big for any of the chairs, even if he could find one that wasn’t broken.

“Hmm,” he says, the sound one of pleasure as he strokes his cock, which is still hard. His silver cum drips from the head, and he coats his shaft with it, making me shiver in response.

Sabre’s voice in my ear reminds me that it’s his turn now. “I might not be as large as Cain, my Sigil. But I do have a trick up my sleeve.” When he eases me onto my stomach and slides his cock into me, I instantly remember what he means.

Because there’s a bulb around his cock vibrating at my entrance, and one inside hits a sensitive spot, the duality of pleasure almost making me come again on the spot.

“Look,” he says, curling his fingers around my throat, then lifting my chin to look up. He continues to pump into me while he directs my attention. He’s rougher than Cain, which I now suspect is part of the reason Cain had taken me first. He has more control, he has to, given what he is.

Sabre thrusts in deep and makes me gasp as he holds me in place. “It looks like Cage is making a friend.”

CHAPTER 36

CAGE

So much blood with wicked dreams in my system is making me delirious, but I’m locked in place when I see Sabre fucking our Sigil from behind.

And based on the look on her face, she’s thoroughly enjoying it.

There are still threats in the room. I had been taking my time working through the wicked souls as I picked them off one by one, but now I want to make quick work of it so I can join in the proper ending to this “wedding.”

In the traditional sense, it is still a wedding. Only, the bride is now being claimed by her three monster mates in front of an audience of the dead and dying.

A true Strigoi party, if I’m being honest.

I’m about to bite through a male’s throat when the light leaves his eyes, confusing me.

Because I hadn’t been the one to kill him. It was as if his soul had been sucked right out of his body.

Then I look up and see a familiar face. The Death Fae with silver-blue eyes and a myriad of tattoos wisping off of him as he feeds on the souls of the wicked isn’t who I expected to attend the Rinhold massacre.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask the Death Fae appropriately named Reaper.

He gives me a raised brow. “I could ask you the same thing. Shouldn’t you be in the Morpheus Kingdom, dream-stalking?”

“It’s dreamwalking,” I correct him. “And no. I’m right where I need to be.” I give my Sigil another glance, glad that Reaper can’t see what Sabre is doing to her from this angle. He’s fucking her harder, maybe too hard, but after taking Cain’s massive cock, she seems to be warmed up enough for his pace.

“Ah, I see,” he says, glancing down. I suspect he knows I’m referring to my Sigil, but he’s being polite enough not to ogle her during an intimate moment. “This is a fascinating realm, isn’t it?” he asks me, glancing up, only to match my gaze as his eyes glitter with darkness and death. The silver-blue fades in and out as I imagine he works his way through the soul he had just absorbed. “Compatible mates everywhere, it seems.”

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