Page 38 of Making Choices

My hearing deserts me. My eyesight tunnels to a pinpoint. The entire world is centred on the place where our bodies are joined while Venom hate fucks me. I can’t speak. Think. Breathe. All I can do is feel.

It’s cathartic.

It’s heart-breaking.

Tonight is all we have.

Tomorrow I lose him.

“You’re gonna come now, aren’t you, Cherub?”

“Y-yes.”

Venom uses his cock and his fingers to drive me wild. My heartbeat stutters. My body shakes. Wave after wave of ecstasy pounds through me. He follows me over the edge with a roar. “That’s it, metukà shelì. Come hard. Milk me.”

I’m barely conscious as he leads me out of the shower and lifts me onto the bathroom counter. He dries himself then me, and I find myself averting my eyes as reality forces its way back into my head.

This is our last time together for who knows how long.

When he approaches me, I can feel the shift in the room. He’s Zeke again. Calm. Controlled. Ready to manage me and my emotions. His demons are back on their leash while mine continue to bay for attention.

“What’s wrong?”

With a pitiful sniff that fills me with shame, I tell him, “I don’t want tomorrow to come.”

“Me, neither. But the only way out of this is through it.”

“Still sucks.” I try to meet his gaze, but I can’t. “Still makes me sad.”

After patting me dry and combing my hair, Zeke takes charge.

“Let’s get some sleep, Cherub.”

“Okay.”

I climb under the covers with him and try to pretend that the way his body curls around mine doesn’t make me feel worse. We fit together so well. Like we were made for each other. It boggles my mind why the universe keeps trying to pull us apart.

Surely something that feels this right is sacrosanct…

Zeke tries to sound confident when he asserts, “It’s not forever.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he vows.

After securing me against him with a heavy arm over my waist, the forty-eight hours that he’s been awake finally catch up with him, and Zeke falls asleep. I lay there, fighting back tears while I try not to wake him. I’m not sure how much time passes, but when I hear two familiar voices in the hallway, I carefully extricate myself from beneath Zeke’s arm.

I pull on a pair of panties and his t-shirt, then slip out of our room.

Slash and Hunter’s conversation dies when they see me. I offer them a little wave. “Hope you two aren’t tired… ’cause I’m wired.”

The brothers exchange looks.

“I’m beat,” Hunter offers after a lengthy pause. He opens his bedroom door and waves. “Catch you both in the morning.”

Once we’re alone, Slash meets my expectant gaze with a strange look. His lack of goodbye earlier this afternoon pops back into my head and I remember that he never answered my text either. Obviously, he has a problem with me right now and needs his space.

“Forget I said anything,” I tell him in the least bitchy tone I can muster. Slash is never out of sorts with me, so I’m not going to give him a mouthful of sass until I know if I’m in the wrong or not. “Have a good sleep.”

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