Page 91 of The Sinner and the Scholar
“I shouldn’t be happy with that, but fuck it, cut the bastard’s todger off. Whoever he is. Castrate him if he touches you.”
I know he needs this from me. I cup his jaw and claim his mouth with mine. My kiss is gentle and loving. It’s the part of me that wants this to last forever. Something in his body language is more than passion. It’s the need of a man who doesn’t want to be alone… ever again. I hold his hand against my heart, letting him feel it beating for him. Then I slide our hands to where we join, allowing him to feel the slick evidence of how he makes me feel.
We kiss until his body starts moving again. Slow thrusts become hard. Wild. Our foreheads mash together as our hips clash.
“I’m coming,” I gasp as he keeps me on the edge and brings himself to the same place. We fall together. He buries his face in my neck and releases a long, shuddering groan of satisfaction. While he catches his breath, his hand moves down my sweat-slicked front, absently caressing my belly.
It strikes a chord in me.
“I’m on contraception,” I whisper hesitantly. “But one day, I don’t have to be.”
His eyes meet mine with hope. “Thea, I want that. I want babysitters complaining about kids that don’t sleep. I want midnight walks with a puppy that shits itself when he’s excited. I want you in my bed every night.”
I close my eyes and savor the sound of dreams coming true.
“Hey,” he murmurs. “Love, I’m sorry if that’s too real for you too soon, I—”
“Wes, I want it too.” I open my eyes. Tears leak from the sides. “I’ve always wanted it but haven’t been…. I’ve been forced into this life. A family was never an option for me. But now… you make it seem possible.”
“Because it bloody is,” he growls and wipes my tears. “I’ll make it happen for us.”
Doubts flicker over me. I glance at the relic, still glowing softly by the wall. It’s the first of five. “We might not get a chance.”
He pinches my jaw. “You worry about saving the world, and I’ll worry about us.”
“But.”
“No buts.” He smirks. “Don’t overthink it, love.”
“Touché.” I laugh and roll my eyes. “Is this going to be one of those things where we spend the rest of our lives trying to have the last word?”
“Absolutely.”
Twenty-Nine
Wesley
Idon’t think I’ve ever felt as content as I do now, lying in the dark with Thea in my arms, on a stranger’s bed in a strange house. We’ve been asleep for hours, but the sun is coming, and I’ve never been good at ignoring it.
It comes with responsibilities and harsh realities. More nightmares wait in the wings for each of our dreams coming true last night. Pestilence is in Prue. I fell in love with a Sinner. Vepar was after me because I was the first to mend the cracks.
But being the first implies there are more, which means I have a responsibility. My mind turns to Zeke, Cisco, and Dom. We work well together because we don’t ask questions about our checkered pasts. We know what we must and don’t talk about the rest. But what will they say when I return with Thea like this? What will they think when I tell them I’m only the first?
We’re supposed to dismantle this organization.
But now we know the coming apocalypse is real. We can’t be separate. I hope they’ll understand. I hope that as I remain dedicated to the team, no one will have problems with my feelings for Thea. The Reverend Mother might be another question. Their operatives are meant to be isolated and ready for any mission. Thea promised to leave the seduction part of her role behind, but will the others think that’s fair? And then there’s the part about the guilt she needs to purge with pain. I don’t want that for her either. I don’t want her to kill because they tell her to.
My Thea is a romantic at heart. I see it in her eyes when we talk about our future together.
Maybe the Sisterhood still needs to go. But only in a sense there’s no more forced killing. It needs to exist in a way that these women are left happy and whole.
But Pestilence is here, and it’s undoubtedly inside Prudence. Even if we defeat the horseman—woman—it might be too late for any of us.
Thea stirs in my arms. I nuzzle her neck, inhaling her scent.
“Did the alarm go off?” she mumbles.
“Not yet.”
