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I don't know if it's the orgasm making me more sensitive or if I'm just imagining things, but I do feel so unbelievably full. Zill pulls back until it's just the tip of him inside me, making me whimper at his loss. Then, with a slow exhale, he thrust back into me, stretching me enough that I'm not actually sure if I can take it all.
"So good," Zill says, murmuring sweetly down to me.
One of his hands is on my cheek, brushing at the tears that have escaped my eyes. Not sad tears, but overly emotional tears, maybe? I don't know, but I don't want him to stop.
"You're doing so well." He sinks further into me, and I feel like I'm going to burst.
He stops as my eyes screw shut, and then the pressure alleviates some. He still feels thicker than I know he should, but it's more manageable.
"So good for me, but Reese." He waits until I've opened my eyes before continuing. "Some of them are going to have to go in your ass."
I choke on my laugh, the movement reminding me of just how many shadows are in my mouth. The smile I attempt to give doesn't really move my mouth. Zill's eyes crinkle in the corner, and any worry he might've had dissipates.
"We only have to do it once with all of them," he tells me, stroking my cheek again as I feel the shadows that couldn't fit inside of me with the others exploring their new destination.
Zill thrusts into me, causing another muffled moan out of me. Now that I don't feel like I'm about to be split in two, he's found a steady rhythm that works for him, matching it to the movements of the shadows in my mouth. Between their distractions, I don't even notice the shadows pressing into my backside until they're inside, making me feel full, but this time in a much more satisfying way instead of being torn in two.
"There you go," Zill murmurs. "Taking us so well. So perfect. So good to us."
Zill's hand is still on my cheek, still stroking me softly as his expression tightens, his hips bucking into me one last time. Then he's emptying himself inside me.
The shadows in my mouth are the first to retreat, congregating on my cleavage like a tiny little audience waiting to see what I'll do. They're not even wet with saliva or anything, just back to their smokiness. I have maybe a moment to catch my breath before the bond fully forms between Zill and me.
Gods, she is so beautiful. Did any of you hurt her? I swear, if you hurt her.Zill's thoughts shift from awe to stern so quickly and sound remarkably like when he speaks out loud.
If that was all I heard, I might be able to speak, but his shadows speak up, too. Zill wasn't wrong when he called it shrieking.
Would never hurt. Is ours. Love. Our love.
He loves me? Or I guess, they all love me. Staring at him, I watch as he comes to the same realization as me about now being able to hear one another's thoughts. I don't need to be in his head to know what question is written all over his face.
"I love you," I tell him, cupping his cheek and letting out a laugh when his shadows all spring up between us, dancing and celebrating.
CHAPTER 22
ZILL
Breaking News! Brock Alteri, former lover of Empress, announces plans to sue the pop star for defamation after pegging allegations.
Imiss you!Reese's voice is like a scream in my head. It's been all of three days since we've been in each other's minds, and while I'm happier about it than I've ever been about anything, she's very obviously not a Sombran.
Sorry! Was that too loud?Reese yells again, though it is a little softer this time.
I wince, and Kolos catches it. He's been watching me with a mixture of amusement and envy since we set off this afternoon. He'd never tell me that he's jealous, but he doesn't hide it well. I don't bring attention to it, considering there's nothing for me to do other than listen if he ever wants to talk about it with someone.
Keep practicing. You'll get the hang of it eventually.I respond to Reese, bracing for her response.
I love you!
I shake my head, the words still bouncing around with echoes from how loud she is. She'll get better at talking to me,but right now the biggest thing she's been practicing has been filtering out my thoughts. It does no good to either of us if she tries to listen to every single thought I have.
Since I'm Sombran, I can filter out what I hear all the time by delegating my shadows to deal with it for me. Reese doesn't have shadows of her own, so I've been having mine soften the sound of my thoughts so they're easier for her to ignore if she wants.
I told her I could shut them out completely if she wanted, but that offer had made her eyes go wide and her to squeal both out loud and in her head. "You'd better not! You're mine now! Those are my thoughts!"
I'd puffed my chest a bit at that, liking how much she already felt as though I belonged to her. My shadows had been appreciative too, dancing and swirling in their excitement.
"Come on," Kolos says, hitting my chest with the back of his hand. "We have work to do, and then you can go back to creeping through all of Reese's thoughts."
