Page 145 of Bones

Full.

But not as full as I needed her to be.

Taking Victoria from her arms, I set her guard dog—who was no longer a Demon Dog—down before backing Aurora against the door. “You know, I never did fuck you against this door.”

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders as she pushed onto her toes. “It’s not too late.”

I didn’t bother undressing her. I pulled a page from Levi’s book and used my magicks.

Lifting her into my arms, I pinned her between my body and the wooden door. I positioned her at the tip of my cock but kept her planted there, loving the little moans she made as she tried to move.

“Centuries of darkness, my love, and all of it was worth it for you. You are more than my wildest fantasies. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She licked her bottom lip and peered up at me with gorgeous eyes. One black as night. One the morning sky. “But I’m so empty.”

Using my hold, I slammed her down.

After all, that was my purpose.

Keeping my matefull.

EPILOGUE

AURORA

“When you said you’d seeus soon,” Juno said to Michael as she paced in front of his desk, “I thought you meant in a few months. Helium, in a few weeks, given how time passes up here. Not the very next day.”

“There are important matters,” he said, leaning to the side to look around her. “Must you always trash every room you’re in?”

“Yup,” Levi said, not even being subtle about it as he tore pages from a book.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Michael sighed.

“Is evil fluffery afoot already?” Juno asked. “Because if so, I might be on team let-it-torch after all.”

“No. As I was?—”

His words cut off when the door opened.

Michael’s eyes snapped open, but when he saw who it was, he relaxed. “Just in time.”

The other archangels were already there, so I wasn’t sure who it could be. But it was the one from the battle.

Gabriel.

He lifted his chin as he walked into the office. As he stepped, flowers bloomed to life under his feet. Lilies.

Weird.

But pretty.

“As I was saying, there is something important to discuss.” Michael cleared his throat—and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was enjoying a little dramatics of his own with the lengthy pause. “You are being released from your duties.”

“What?”

“What does that mean?”

“Will we be dead?”

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