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Me, on the other hand? I hadn’t been this weak since Hel’s ritual. Truth be told, that ritual was probably the reason this was hitting me so hard. I hadn’t had a chance to test my powers theway the others had, but I knew I was far from my physical peak. My limbs were heavy and sluggish, eyelids drooping. Instead of retreating to my room, I fell onto the bed and succumbed to sleep.

The last thing I registered before fully losing consciousness was the brush of Merri’s lips across my forehead and her softly whispered, “Thank you.”

Chapter

Twenty

MERRI

The singing in my blood as Malice’s lust-filled energy pulsed through me sent me into a euphoric haze I hadn’t experienced, maybe ever. Feeding in person, in the same room, while touching each other was something I’d avoided for so long. I hadn’t associated it with anything other than death and heartbreak.

Until now.

Rolling my head, I studied Malice’s form. He was turned away from me, sprawled on his stomach with his face toward the door.

“I’m not sure what the appropriate etiquette is here. Should I thank you, or...”

He didn’t respond.

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

I sat up, panic clawing away my afterglow.

“Mal,” I whispered, giving his shoulder a shake. “Oh, please don’t be dead.”

A soft snore was his only response.

Oh, thank God.

I wasn’t a two-time murderer, after all. Malice took a deep breath and rolled on his side, murmuring, “The virus’s R0is seven. Brilliant, work, I know.”

Was he dreaming about creating a plague?

“Um, have a nice blight, I guess,” I mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before swinging my legs off the other side of the bed so I could go clean myself up.

Malice’s cum was sticky on my skin, and as much as part of me loved it, I knew I wouldn’t if I walked around with him all over me. Cum was sexy for about two minutes. Then it cooled and congealed and got... weird.

I padded into my bathroom and turned on the faucet, my mind drifting as I waited for the water to warm up. Tonight had been a series of strange and unexpected events, first with the nearly starving thing, then the Grim coming to my rescue part, all to be followed up by a little mutual masturbation with good old Pestilence. I grimaced. No more referring to him by his horseman title. It was decidedlyunsexy.

Jesus, he hadn’t given me an STI when he came on me, had he?

Fuck, how would I even check for something like that? Supernaturals were immune as a rule, but he was sort of the most infectious person on the planet so...

The last thing I needed was some sort of super-herpes.

I bet there wasn’t any kind of medication to help manage symptoms.

Shit, I needed to talk to Andi. I was spiraling. I could feel it coming.

Freshly cleaned, I came out of the bathroom and quickly changed into a pair of leggings and a cozy sweatshirt. Malice was still snoring and talking in his sleep, definitely down for the count. That was good. I needed to use this to my advantage because he wouldn’t like what I was about to do.

Andi was the only person I could share any of this with. While she may not be a supernatural, she’d still understand what I was feeling right now and help ground me. She’d had all the sex, multiple times compared to my one-and-done status. I clearly wasn’t prepared for what being intimate with someone in real life would do to me. Physically or mentally.

Was this PTSD?

Fuck, I needed my phone. All it took was a little cum, and I was a disaster. Go figure. Lilith would die of laughter if she could see me now.

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