Page 66 of Monsters' Manor

The two of them disentangle a couple minutes later and drag themselves back up the bed toward me. There are more kisses, more lazy, stroking touches, more soul-shattering tenderness than I think I can possibly bear.

After another trip to the bathroom to clean up, we find ourselves in my tiny kitchen for a long-past-midnight snack. While Silas busies himself putting on some tea, Ren sinks into one of the chairs at the kitchen table and tugs me into his lap.

There’s a coziness in the moment, a quiet sort of domestication. For a few heartbeats it seems to stretch on so much bigger than this one evening. It unfolds into hundreds and thousands of nights just like this. Nights of peace and pleasure, a life that’s just begun.

“What are you thinking about, Rosie?” Ren murmurs.

I tip my head to the side, giving access to the seeking lips he runs over my neck. “I’m thinking we might need a bigger house.”

Silas laughs as he pours two mugs of tea and hands one to me, then sinks into the chair on the opposite side of the table. “I’m quite fond of this one.”

“I’ll talk to Odelia,” Ren says, leaning in to take the sip of tea I offer him.

I just hum low in my throat in response, too overwhelmed by how happy I am to worry about all the details.

Across the table, Silas wrinkles his nose as he takes a sip.

“What?” I ask.

“I… don’t think I like tea,” he says, setting it down with a shudder.

“Maybe coffee will be better,” I offer in consolation.

“And if that fails,” Ren chimes in. “I know a couple other things you certainly like the taste—”

He lets out a slightoofas I elbow him in the ribs and stand.

“We’ll figure it out,” I say, another wave of tenderness rising in my chest as I step to where Silas is sitting and he opens his arms to me. Sinking into his lap, I brush his hair back off his forehead. “We’ve got all the time in the world to figure it out.”

“We certainly do.” He wraps me up tight in his embrace and presses a gentle kiss to my lips.

It’s later, long past the witching hour when we’re piled back into my bed in an exhausted tangle, that it washes over me again.

The impossibility of it all. The wonder of having found my new place and my new path, the certainty that this is where I’m supposed to be.

Cradled between Ren and Silas, I kiss one, then the other. I stroke gentle fingers through their hair and listen as both their breathing evens out in sleep. I glance down and see their bound hands resting against my belly and let it in. All of it. Every drop of joy and relief and peace.

And when my heavy eyes finally shut, I fall into a dreamless sleep, warm and safe between my two monsters.

21

One year later

“Hold our witch still, Silas.”

I’m entirely bound in my shade’s shadows, pleasure coursing through me and night air brushing against my bare skin as I come down from a toe-curling orgasm.

We’re in the woods, surrounded by October darkness and the chill of the autumn evening pressing in close.

Silas rests his back on the thick, gnarled oak behind me with arms and shadows wrapped around my body. Ren kneels on the forest floor, lips and tongue working against my pussy as he takes me apart piece by piece.

As soon as the last waves of my orgasm subside, Ren stands and leans in to kiss Silas, pressing me between them and feeding the shade the taste of me from his lips.

The noises the two of them are making—deep and carnal and satisfied—drive me absolutely feral. As soon as the shadows binding my hands fall away, I reach down and tug at the laces on Ren’s leather pants, desperate to return the pleasure he just gave me.

The three of us sink to the forest floor in a tangle of hands and bodies and need. The mossy ground is soft beneath my knees as I free Ren’s cock from his pants and give it a couple hard strokes. While I do, Silas’s shadows wrap around me again, teasing me back into a frenzy. I moan and arch against him when I feel the thick head of his cock press into me.

“You’re doing so well, my darling. Do you think you can take a little more?”

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