Page 151 of Her Dark Promise

They both collapsed on the bed on top of me and each other, all of our bodies coated in sweat and the room filling with the scent of sex. My favorite scent.

We laid there trying to catch our breaths before Bast got up and laid on the bed beside me. Callum followed after and collapsed on my other side.

After a few moments of nothing but our breathing filling the quiet room, I got up on wobbly legs, went to the bathroom, and shut the door.

Their cum was running down my legs, and as much as I loved the feeling, I needed a bath. I sat there, too exhausted by what happened to think about anything in particular.

I got out and opened the bathroom door, smiling to myself, to find my two men passed out on my bed. Their naked bodies were tangled around each other in a mess of hair and limbs. They did well tonight.

I walked toward them. They looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to disturb them, but they couldn’t stay in my bed.

Or could they?

I crawled on the bed before I could think too hard about it and wiggled my way in between them. Without waking up, Callum moved over enough for me to fit perfectly between them. Bastian moved until he securely wrapped me in his arms with a hand around my throat and Callum's hand resting on my hip.

I smiled to myself as I welcomed sleep for the first time in my life.

Wake up. Eat. Garden. Eat. Fuck Callum. Sleep.

Every day for ten years, this was the only thing that kept me sane. Those two humans were my reason for putting even the smallest bit of effort into my existence. I wouldn’t even consider it a life. At least not a life well-lived.

After I tried to kill myself, I never picked my routine back up because everything seemed pointless. And then I becameso engrossed in research that I realized I no longer needed a routine to keep me grounded. Each day had been full of surprises, and I reveled in it.

This morning, I had woken up in their arms, and they were so shocked that I allowed them that each of them worshipped my body for hours as a thank you.

I had to nearly rip myself away from them to get anything done, and I wanted to do something other than research. I wanted to get my hands dirty in the soil of my plants. It had been far too long.

When I walked into the greenhouse, I expected plants to be rotting, bugs flying around, and general chaos. I was shocked to find that everything was in order, and Emilia was toward the back on her hands and knees, repotting one of the oleander plants.

“Emilia?”

She turned around, bowed while still on the ground, and said, “I wanted your sanctuary to look nice when you came back.”

I walked over to myeuphorbia miliiand lightly rubbed her petals. Emilia could have been the royal herbalist if she had been alive back then. I smiled at the thought. We both settled into our comfortable silence as we trimmed the leaves, repotted two trees, and replaced soil in quite a few pots.

After a few hours, I left the greenhouse and went back inside, suddenly ravenous, when I rounded the corner and stilled. Bastian had Callum pinned against the wall, skimming his nose along Callum’s neck.

“Are you happy that Soren finally knows about us?” Callum asked breathlessly.

Bastian rested his head against Callum’s shoulder and smiled. “It feels like a weight has been lifted off of my chest. I have had these feelings for as long as I can remember, and I knew I would never be able to act on them. For the longest time, I thoughtit was evil for me to have these inclinations and would bury myself into every cunt I could find, praying to God that He would cleanse me.”

Callum turned his head to stare into Bastian’s eyes. “Do you still feel that way?”

“No,” Bastian said with not a hint of hesitation.

“I care for you, Bast. I—I love you. And I am selfish enough to say that everything that has happened to you has led you to this castle—to her. Forusto happen.

Bastian sucked in a breath. “You love me?”

“I think I fell in love with you the moment I saw you strapped to that chair in the tower.”

Bastian laughed and lightly pushed his shoulder. Then, he grabbed it and slammed his lips against Callum’s. I could see Bastian lick the seam between Callum’s lips, and Callum happily obliged.

Bastian ran his hands through Callum’s hair and, staring into his eyes, said, “I love you, too.”

I retreated to the shadows, not wanting to disrupt their moment. I took a deep breath and searched for the appropriate reaction to what I just saw. I was greedy, there was no denying that, and I was jealous that they said that to each other without me there. I wanted to share this moment with them, but I was happy.

Trulyhappy.

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