Page 53 of Haunted Nightmares
Fuck him for keeping me silent.
For keeping me immobile and tied down during this whole damn thing.
And fuck him for operating on insecurities and guilt when this moment is one I’ve longed for over the last seven months.
“Now be a good girl and watch me make you come undone for me.”
And so help me, angry or not, I do.
I watch my mate resume his punishing thrusts, as his cock disappears into my body over and over, his narrow hips crashing into mine at a pace I can barely track. And I keep watching as the love of my life smiles evilly against my knee before his mouth dips down my thigh, those sinful lips caressing my skin before Wraith sinks his fangs nearly down to bone.
Which is the exact moment I come.
I scream behind sealed lips as my orgasm rockets through me, ricocheting off of every nerve before lighting my insides on fire. My back tries to arch again as it keeps going, peeking over and over, my pussy spasming with each wave of bliss. And when my mate finally succumbs, firing the first rope of cum deep within my core, it’s like my orgasm shoots from the pit of my belly out toward the tips of my fingers and toes.
“Jesus fuck,” Wraith moans as he releases his jaws, my blood streaming down his chin as he tips his head back with eyes closed. “I will never… this is not… ” His body shudders as I try to catch my breath and while I can feel the last of his orgasm pulse inside me, can feel our cum overflowing from my core, that shudder wasn’t solely from sex.
I wish he’d let me up.
“I…” My mate slips his still hard dick from me and lowers my leg, shaking his head as he staggers back a step or two on his feet. “Zephyr… I…”
No, this is definitely not from sex.
Something confirmed when his shadows loosen and quickly disappear back into him, Wraith’s pained expression meeting mine seconds before he lifts his hands to his head, doubles over with a guttural groan, and swiftly passes the hell out.
And my very sore, still experiencing aftershocks self can only roll off the table and crawl toward him to make sure he’s still breathing.
God, I hope Lorna gets back soon.
Blown Cover - Zephyr
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Prophecy of Three
ZEPHYR
Orion won’t talk to me.
I’m not sure I blame him, I’d be pretty mad too if he died, went to the afterlife then came back without so much as saying hello but I wish he would give me the chance to explain myself.
But he won’t.
His mate has been alternating between stunned silence and trying to comfort him, Lorna is pissed that I blew my cover even if she did say it was probably for the best. At least Lydia was happy to see me.
She gave me a big hug as soon as everyone got here, squeezing me tightly while telling me how glad she is to have me back then she introduced me to Archer and Sadie. The female is sweet, she’s very beautiful and gives off a warmth that puts me at ease over complete strangers knowing about me, but her mate is something else entirely. He’s a lot like Wraith if I’m being honest but since we aren’t anything but acquaintances at this point, I can’t say for sure, and Archer is annoying the hell out of me.
Especially while he keeps trying to back Declan up each time he goes nose to nose with Nate.
Talk about a power struggle.
An ex-pharaoh going up against the right hand to the king.
The two males couldn’t be more different if they tried, and they sure as hell couldn’t be anymore opposing than they are since Nate practically loathes my mate and has vowed to protect only me, while Declan will literally kill anything with a pulse that so much as sneezes at our king.
And since Wraith has been unconscious for a few hours and no one will let me see him, I’ve been watching the rest of them go through the motions of processing my return as well as whatever is about to happen next.
“Gentleman,” Ana says with a grin as she gets between Dec and Nate for the tenth time, placing a hand on each of their chests and pushing as if either will budge. “This is getting us nowhere, very quickly I might add, so it may be best if we let the queen?—”
