Page 8 of Dead & Dating
He just chuckles against my lips, continuing to play with my ass until the door flies open, and I twist around, grinning despite the haze of pleasure. Duske is standing there, his lips pulled up in a smirk as he leans against the entryway. “Well, isn’t that a beautiful sight?” he muses, a hint of lust coating his words.
We’ve never fucked, not that the sensual tension was absent. It just never happened. I mostly blame myself for not just taking the plunge but also I also blame fucking Liora because in the past few months, I never really got them alone. Vesper had to all but sneak into my room at night to avoid her inquisitive nature.
But right now, I can see that Duske very much wants me and I am 100% on board. 1000%.
I sit up a little, suddenly remembering the state I’m in, covered in sweat and drenched in slick, my clothes from a week ago doing very little to hide me. My face flushes hot as I go to explain, Milo rushing around Duske a second later. Thosemischievous green eyes of his widen as he makes a beeline toward the bed. “Fuck, my turn,” he laughs, practically vibrating with excitement.
His tongue darts out to lick his lips, my breath catching in my throat at the forked edge. That wasn’t there before. Something about my current form has to be changing these men, thesedemonsbecause in all the time I’ve known them, I’ve never seen these additional attributes.
Vesper slowly lifts me off his cock, the swollen length having gone down enough to give me reprieve. I press my thighs together as slick and cum spill down between us, my cheeks heating up even more. He just chuckles as Milo helps me roll onto my back, the Beta hovering over me in the next second.
“You’re here. You’re really here,” he murmurs, placing kisses all along my forehead and cheeks before taking my lips. “And you smell fucking delicious. What happened?” He pulls back, his curls falling forward to shield the both of us like a curtain of his own making. Milo crawls in between my spread thighs, his nostrils flaring as his gaze dips south and then back to my face. “Just a taste, okay? Your scent is driving me crazy. Like Ineedit.”
Vesper presses against my side, the Alpha taking my hand and pulling it to his lips for a soft kiss that has me melting into the mattress. “Do you want our little demon to taste you?”
I frown at his question, even as Milo scoots down further on the bed, his eyes locked on my pussy. I twist to look at Vesper, realizing that the dark hooded look in his eyes has only intensified, the Alpha mirroring my need from earlier. Almost as if whatever this new scent of mine is doing to me is also doing to him.
My gaze dips down to Milo again, the poor Beta waiting for my words, his own cock straining in his pants. We shared moments together, sure, usually with Vesper between us or beside us, butit was never just the two of us. And now that I'm in this state, whatever the fuck this is, I feel pulled toward their scents in a way I never experienced when I was alive. Back then, I liked their scents. They were comforting, familiar, a reminder that I wasn't alone in this world. But now? It's like I need them.
“Yes,please,” I push out, slick pooling between my thighs.
I don’t even have time to be embarrassed as he drags my soaked shorts and panties down my legs before stuffing his head between my legs, his forked tongue lapping at the mixture of my slick and Vesper’s release. It’s filthy and perfect, his tongue working me with slow, deep strokes, cleaning me up and driving me wild all at once. My back bows off the bed, hands fisting the sheets as pleasure spikes through me. “Milo, fuck, that feels good.”
Duske moves to sit by my head, his fingers threading through my hair. His touch helps keep me tethered to reality even as Milo wraps his hands around the bottom of my thighs and drags me closer to his face. “Easy, baby girl,” he murmurs, his rum and night air scent accentuating my need all over again.
Having the three of them like this has my Omega purring with desire, claiming them as mine even if I know that at some point, I’ll fade back into being a ghost.
Vesper curls up tighter at my side, his arm draping over my stomach as his tail moves to wrap around my leg. “Stay in the moment, princess.” His lips connect with my cheek as Milo’s tongue flicks over my clit, and I cry out, my hips bucking as another orgasm tears through me.
My body sags against the bed, the heat still simmering beneath the surface but quieter now. Milo pulls away, resting his chin on my lower stomach, looking up at me with those bright green eyes. He licks his lips, savoring my taste for a few seconds before a grin stretches over his face. “That’s better than pumpkin.”
I burst out laughing, my chest light despite being completely spent between the three of them. “High praise,” I tease, reaching down to ruffle his curls. Uncertainty swirls around in my chest at where we go from here, the cool air settling between my thighs making me realize just how odd this position is.
Milo immediately catches onto my discomfort as he sits up and drags the blanket over me, his expression softening to something of an apology. “Sorry, I got excited. I shouldn’t have…”
I sit up a little, shaking my head as Vesper pulls me into his lap. “No, I liked it. A lot but I just… the four of us have never really been a thing and now, it just feels… I’m not sure. Fuck, it was so much easier when I was defective,” I mumble, pulling the blanket up to my neck.
The pleasure starts to fade into something darker, something uncomfortable that has me looking over at Duske for a way out of this situation. Because now it’s weird.Imade it weird and I don’t know how to unmake these emotions.
Vesper tucks me tighter into his chest, the Alpha pressing his lips to my head. “I can’t imagine how confusing this is for you, Esme. But we’re all right here for you, okay?” I go to say something but he just shakes his head. “Wherever this takes us or however it happens, whatever you need, we’ll be right here.” There’s no use in arguing with him, even if I’m still embarrassed that Milo’s chin is dripping wet with our combined taste. "Duske, how is she here?" he asks.
Duske hums, the sound turning deeper until it seems to vibrate through me, calming the anxiety trying to creep up. His fingers find their way into my hair again, my body melting between them. "Because she accepted something from this plane," he says. "It won't last, and I wasn't sure it would even work." He pauses, his dark gaze shifting to meet mine. "Hey, dove."
I twist around a little to fully stare up at him, my breath catching in my throat. There's something about the way he looks at me, the way his presence fills the room, that makes me feel safe despite the chaos swirling around us. I smile softly, my lips curving up as I take in his handsome face.
I always read about how Omegas calm in the presence of their mates but I thought it was just a general statement. Having these three around me, though, it’s very, very, real.
"You smell absolutely wonderful," he murmurs, his voice dropping to that smooth, sultry tone that always made my knees weak.
My lids flutter close for a few seconds and then I meet his gaze again. "I just wish this shit happened before Liora killed me."
The words hang in the air, everyone in the room tensing.
"Come again?" Duske's voice drops to a lower register, darkness exploding through the room, pressing down on me like a physical weight. It's not just Duske's presence anymore. It's his power, his true nature as the Grim Reaper bleeding through the cracks of his human form. The air crackles with energy, and I can see the shadows writhing in the corners of the room, reaching toward us like they're alive.
Vesper grunts and reaches across me, his hand sliding up to rest on Duske's arm. "Duske, not right here.”
Duske growls, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as his hand tightens in my hair. I wince, the pull sharp against my scalp, but then he relaxes, his fingers loosening as the darkness eases back. It doesn't disappear completely, just retreats to the edges of the room, waiting for his command. He meets my eyes, his expression softening just a fraction. "Sorry.”
