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One Apocalypse (The Dark Side #4)(4)
Author: Kristy Cunning

He covers his eyes with his arm, yawning before he can answer. “Just did. It wasn’t a big deal.”

Moving onto the bed, I tuck myself along his side, and his arm immediately goes around my waist, dragging me closer.

The rapid thump thump thump of my heart steadily grows louder and stronger as I shove his shirt up.

Going phantom, I quickly change into a dress, and I elect to go commando before turning whole again.

He lifts his arm, cracking an eyelid open. After studying my face for a second, he lifts up, and I pull his shirt off the rest of the way, before I…launch myself at him like a shameless hussy.

His arms go around me as our lips crash, and I straddle him as I kiss him harder, tasting the same hunger I feel.

He groans as he sits up, shoving my dress up on my hips. A pleased rumbles leaves him when he realizes that I skipped over the underwear, and his hands tighten on my ass.

Moaning against his lips, I break the kiss, leaving both of us panting as our eyes lock.

Just like with Gage…I feel it. I know it. Only this time, I understand better what I feel.

“I love you too,” I whisper softly, my hand running up his cheek.

In a moment that should be tender, it’s almost worrisome when his eyes get brighter, and a hint of menace creeps in, as a sinister smile crawls across his lips.

He leans forward, and when our lips connect, the kiss is almost bruising. It feels like my non-existent soul tries to cross over into his body to rub up next to his.

Shoving the front of his pants down, he frees himself, and he lifts me, pulling me down on top of him as though he controls my body.

He shoves me down on him as he thrusts up, making me take every inch of him in one hurried stroke, and he breaks the kiss to bury his face in my neck. A full body shudder wracks him, and feeling him crumble like this is…almost a heady sense of empowerment.

He drops back, dragging me with him, and he thrusts up again, leaving his legs dangling off the bed with the newer position we’re in.

Our lips find each other’s again, and I kiss him harder, as I work my hips, feeling that piece of me tug harder and harder in my chest, until there’s a crackle of power in the air.

All the flames of the limitless candles blow out at once, and they reignite in a whoosh around us in the next instant.

It only seems to fuel him as he reaches up, grabbing handfuls of my ass again, and suddenly starts spreading me…

My breath leaves in a surprised rush, and I break the kiss, lazily keeping my lips pressed to Ezekiel’s, as something slick and blunt bumps against my ass.

Swallowing thickly, my nails dig into Ezekiel’s shoulders, as someone slowly starts pushing in from behind, easing into me as Ezekiel holds still. His lips descend, kissing along the side of my neck, as one of his hands moves up to fist in my hair, roughly angling my head so he can have more access to my throat.

My breath catches again when the horseman behind me fits himself all the way inside me, groaning as his hands dig into my hips as though he’s fighting to keep his composure.

It’s Gage. I can tell now by the way he’s desperately holding onto me while trying to savor the moment. It’s the way he’s touched me ever since our shared confession.

Leaning my head back, I reach one arm up, finding soft hair, and pull Gage down until his lips connect with mine.

“I need you right now,” he whispers across my lips, his hips moving.

A startled sound escapes me, mostly because I forgot what it was like to have two of them inside me at once. I don’t know how I forgot. It’s as though they’re shoving all my nerves into the thin wall separating them, dragging across each highly sensitive spot as they slowly begin working me into adjusting to their invasion.

Releasing Gage, I return my attention to Ezekiel, feeling half drunk or drugged and hungry for more.

He meets me, our lips bumping before he begins devouring me. They both start moving, and I become the toy that’s pressed between them. I probably shouldn’t enjoy it as much as I do…but I’m hell spawn.

I can get away with anything because I can simply blame it on that.

They work me like they’ve prepared for every move I’ll make, and my first orgasm tears out of me with so much force that I whimper and struggle not to go limp, sensations exploding across my skin like a fire spreading atop gasoline.

Ezekiel growls against my lips, breaking the kiss as they both grow more aggressive. I’m the one to bury my face in his neck this time, muffling my sounds, until noise from the right almost distracts me.

I glance over to find Kai casually sipping from the jar of alcohol, eyes riveted, as our gazes lock. He continues sipping his drink, as Ezekiel and Gage own my body in flawless unity.

The next orgasm that hits sets fire to my veins instead of my skin, shooting throughout me, almost making me feel like a second life has just been injected into me.

My nails cut into Ezekiel’s skin, and I quickly release him, even as my entire body quakes, agonized by too much pleasure so quickly, yet desperately seeking even more, like the masochist I must be.

I spot Jude in the corner, idly twirling the scythe in its bo-staff form, as he stares on with barely disguised hunger in his eyes as he tries not to act so interested. His gaze heats when Ezekiel rips open my dress. He wastes no time cupping one of my freshly freed breasts, his thumb toying with my nipple.

I’m forced to look away from Kai and Jude when my next crest happens so abruptly and so powerfully that it forces my eyes shut.

My back bows, my nails dig in again, and I even bite down on Ezekiel’s shoulder, only partially managing to muffle the cry that is torn from my throat.

This one wrings out every ounce of sensation I have left all at once in a jarring, unrelenting wave of what can only be called pleasure/anguish magic.

Gage stills against my back, his body swaying as he finishes inside me. Ezekiel’s hips move faster, getting more aggressive. The second Gage pulls out of me, it’s relief and misery, because I never want to stop, but I also can’t keep going like this.

Ezekiel flips me, coming down on top of me, and his mouth desperately seeks mine as his thrusts get almost punishing.

The embodiment of war wordlessly confessed his love just before ravaging my body like it’s a battlefield. Seems fitting.

This time, the orgasm is fortunately less powerful and intense, but it still curls my toes and puts my entire body through a shiver, as I cling to him, needing as close as possible.

He groans against my lips, abruptly breaking the kiss so he can press his face to my shoulder, as his hips stagger, his rhythm growing erratic. When his hips give one last jerk, and a guttural sound climbs up his throat, he collapses to me, panting heavily, as my eyes roll back in my head and I go completely limp.

Chapter 4


“You fucking broke her,” I note, staring at Paca as a stupid grin curves her lips even in her sleep.

I hate them for making her feel so damn good that she passed out smiling.

Ezekiel kisses the side of her throat, rolling his hips as he drags out his moment in the spotlight. Fucker will be her favorite like Gage was. Hell, Gage even got to join in.

“This is starting to get unfair,” Jude points out in a dry tone.

Gage smirks as he finishes cleaning himself up, and he tucks himself back into his pants as he comes to take a seat, snatching the liquor from me.

He gets the girl and the booze? Jude’s right, this shit’s unfair.

“All you have to do is seduce her a little, and she’ll be yours. You just choose to play your fucking head games,” Gage states, shooting a cocky look toward Jude. “Keep being an abrasive ass, and it’s only going to feel more and more unfair.”

“I’m apparently Death. Am I supposed to be flowery and romantic?” Jude asks in a sour tone, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the thought.

“He does treat her better than the other girls we’ve actually dated,” I tell Gage, even though my gaze has moved back to Ezekiel, who is still cleaning himself and Paca up.

“If you’re done, then wake her up so I can—”

“Let her fucking rest,” Jude snaps, interrupting me.

Avoiding an argument, since he’s testier than usual, I drop back down to my seat.

“We can’t say the love stuff, and she can’t say it until she feels it from us,” I murmur, running a hand over my mouth.

Lamar told us this, but I didn’t understand it until now. She easily knew what Ezekiel felt.

She has no empathy, but still felt what they couldn’t voice. How?

I’m almost frustrated by the time Ezekiel finally lifts off her, and he gently lifts her limp body, putting her up higher on the bed until she’s settled comfortably in the middle.

“We need to return the Black Heart soon,” Gage says as he lies down next to her, pulling one of her arms across his chest as he gets comfortable.

He touches her like she’s his, and he doesn’t really seem to care anymore where we stand on things. Not that it matters. Clearly we’re all sticking with her. It became obvious after Lake “killed” her that this infuriating little hell-spawn had already woven herself into our lives more thoroughly than we could have imagined.

Jude kicks my foot, and I blink over at him, as he gives me an incredulous look.

“What’s your problem? You’ve been spaced out for fifteen minutes and missed our entire conversation,” he says, brow crinkling as he studies me.

Clearing my throat, I sit up better, cracking my neck to the side.

Gage and Ezekiel are studying me too.

Shit. I don’t even know when Ezekiel sat down so close. I really have been spaced out.

“We’re going to the Black Heart?” I guess.

None of them say anything. They continue to simply stare.

“Sometimes, I have thoughts that go through my fucking mind, and you guys seem less important than myself. Get over it already,” I grind out, not liking how transparent I feel under their scrutiny.

Ezekiel smirks and looks away like he has some sort of secret. I’m already sick of his smug face.

There’s a knock at the door, and Jude goes to open it, as Gage finally gets off the bed.

Lamar is standing in the doorway, a tight smile on his lips.

“Don’t let her out of your sight. Two of Hell’s worst were in here the last time we came back. Can you put a spell on this room or something to keep them out?”

“Locking the door is just as effective. It’s a barrier spell in itself. She’d have had to let them in,” he tells us, not acting like his usual bored or sarcastic self.

“Something happen?” I ask him.

He cuts his eyes toward Paca and then back to us. “I’ve been preparing a show for Hell, per Paca’s orders,” he tells us, clucking his tongue like this is annoying for him.

“What show?” Jude asks as his brow furrows.

“I suppose ‘showdown’ would be a more accurate terminology, considering she plans to take on all of her siblings in battle,” he tells us.

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