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“Thank you for saving me,” I whisper. Emery presses her forehead to mine and rubs her nose over mine. “Someone has to.”
“I know I already said this a million times, but I missed you so much.”
She lines herself up with me and hovers just so my tip is kissing her entrance. I groan again and fist my dripping cock, rubbing it along her slit and spreading around her juices. Her breath catches and a sweet gasp escapes her when I run it over her clit repeatedly.
“Em, I want to bite every inch of your body until there’s nowhere that isn’t bruised with my teeth. I want to sit you on my dick and fuck you senseless until you’re crying for my seed deep inside you. I want you to come so hard on my dick that I can feel your convulsions and make sure that you know no one will ever make you feel the way I do.”
“I want you, forever.”
“The only thing God ever did for me was give me a big dick,” I growl
“Fuck, take all my come, Emery. Take all of me and don’t spill a drop,”
“I don’t think I can have kids, Em. One of the early stage drugs they tested on me years ago had high chances of causing infertility.” My voice is more
vulnerable than I anticipated.
Why was love withheld from me for my entire life until you? I want to say.
“All I ever need is you. The rest doesn’t matter.” “I love you so fucking much.” I kiss her. And kiss her. And kiss her until my dick starts to harden inside her again. “Cameron.” She laughs, and the lovely sound will be the death of me.
“I found some disturbing messages on Lieutenant Belerik’s receiver.”
“I have reason to believe that the entire Fury Squad will be terminated after we complete the next phase of this mission.”
“No one has earned their cards because it’s a farce. A lie. Something they tell the soldiers to keep you motivated because you truly believe that there will be a way out someday. That you were saved from death row and can be fixed if you serve the Dark Forces. Well, it isn’t true. The truth is that no one will ever get out. You either prove your loyalty and rise to become an officer or”—Mikah swallows and her face pales—“they tell you you’ve earned your cards and execute you shortly after.”
I saw the order go through on Captain Bridger’s internal file. He’s already set everything into motion. He’s already having the Fury Squad’s death report created.”
the Fury Squad has been around for too long and it’s time to cycle it out for a new one. They are replacing Fury with a new team: Hades.
“Take this. It’s untraceable. You can see every Dark Forces squad member with a tracker on here. There are a few select soldiers that don’t have them, but you see this?” She points at the one purple flashing dot on the screen. I nod. “That’s mine. Purple for the hackers, red for soldiers, and blue are for the sleeper agents.” I still. “Sleeper agents?” “Yes, they are officers who’ve been placed in society and are living normally. They live their lives and drop everything on a dot if need be. They are lone soldiers, most serving as cops or bodyguards so they can keep weapons on them at all
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“You are our lethal dose of pink morphine. Take them all out, okay? Promise, for all of us.”
I think of her as I stare at the ceiling in bed, and long into the night. I think of her as she boards the transport plane the next morning. I wave back, forcing a smile that doesn’t show my fear for what might happen. I watch as the purple dot gets as far as the tip where Alaska nearly meets Russia. And then I watch that light go out.
that he’d let Nolan dispose of us so easily. He’s still himself, like he cares. Those are the scariest people of all.
“Or what, Cam? You don’t get to tell me what I can or cannot do,” I murmur against his neck and goose bumps spread over his arms. His reaction always causes one in me too. Knowing that a man as dangerous as him is so sensitive to something as light as my lips brushing his skin is enough to make my center ache.
“I’m no goddess.” I laugh against his wet skin. “I’m a nymph at best.” He actually stops and pulls back to look at me sternly. “Emery, you’re delusional at best because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“I don’t want you to waste one drop of come. I’m going to stuff you so fucking full that you’ll be dripping my seed for days,”
“It’s okay, baby.” He flicks my nipple with his tongue. “I know you want to cry out. Don’t worry, though. Soon we’ll have our own place, and you’ll be able to be as loud as you fucking want. We can fuck all day if we want to, or eat pizza and watch movies. Or fucking get day jobs or something. I don’t know what normal people do.”
“You are my end. I’ll follow you to the depths of hell if I have to.”
“Then endless we’ll always be. Gods if we must become, to no end. I declare it done,” he says in that dark, dreary way he loves to read his poetry in.
“My poetic soldier. So out of place, yet you’ve never belonged anywhere else…except, perhaps, in my arms.” I press my mouth to his once more and he chases it, adorning me with love like I’ve always craved.
Unfortunately, our father grew sick and died relatively young. By that time we were already doing the dirty work and running the show. That’s when Greg thought he killed me and got away with it. I was being watched by a Dark Forces officer, Captain Bridger, but back then he was a sergeant. He brought me in.” My eyes widen. “Wait. You were an executioner?” He nods. “It’s a ruthless job, one that I’m sad Emery had to take on.”
My chest constricts at the thought and guilt floods me. Because I’m glad she went through all of it. Without it she never would’ve ended up here with me. I’ll never let her go either.
Is this how Cam felt when he woke up in the last trial? Except he was met with my still body and the knowledge that he may have killed me. It’s the worst experience anyone could go through. It’s worse than death. The guilt he must’ve felt is unimaginable. “I can’t believe I attacked him,” I mutter numbly as I press my back to the brick wall and let myself slide to the floor and pull my knees to my chest. I feel so empty and completely drained.
“I did, Reed. Even if he can’t feel it, he’s human. Unlike you,”
“You wouldn’t even be sad?” Reed lets his head rest on top of mine. “You know I have a hard time with the emotional stuff… I wouldn’t be happy, let’s leave it at that.”
My eyes study the scar on his opposite shoulder blade, where he protected me from the knife Wraith intended to kill me with in the first trial. The deep red of it and length make it look like he once had wings. A fallen angel, sworn to the dark.
“I’d take your blade a thousand times, Em. If it means you get to be here with me.”
“Even if our lives are shorter, I’m going to live every single one of them with you, Em. I love you. I yearn for you even in my dreams.”
I let my gaze warm on Emery’s hand, resting on my thigh. Nothing could shake my will on this. My eyes drift closed with the decision. I’d choose her over the world if I had to.
“Mori, as in to conquer,” she murmurs in my ear as she runs her hand through my messy, wind-blown hair. I grin and let my head fall against hers. I almost miss her taunting me with “Mori, as in to die,” but I find this much more endearing that she’s relented to what Mori means to me. My chest warms. “Morphine, as in a goddess of dreams,”
As much as I love watching her be a fucking badass, there’s an ache in my heart for a warmer, kinder life. One that I dread will evade us until the end of time, but I’ll do everything in my power to make sure it happens for at least a little while. I swear it.
Emery throws her first knife into one guard’s thigh, and when the other tries to flee she shoves her knife up his ass. I burst into laughter. “No fucking way you just did that!” She does a little victory dance as she pulls out her pistol and blows the thigh dude’s brains out. “I couldn’t just leave you with the story. You have to see it, watch.” I watch tentatively as the guard tries to pull the knife from his ass. Laughter escapes my lips as I viciously stab the heart of one of the guards I downed. “I fucking love you,” I say as I rise to my feet and meet her. God I wish I could kiss her
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We’re only lovely monsters made of flesh and bone.
“I’ll be back. I promise.” I press a kiss to his bloody lips and taste the iron of him on my tongue. “I love you, Cameron.” I swallow the knot in
my throat that tries to keep me from speaking. “I love you and you’re not allowed to fucking die, all right?” My frown must be painful to see because he curses and lets tears trickle down his temples. “I’m not dying. Fuck that.” He grins, a small flicker of fire burns in his eyes. “I love you. I’ll be right behind you.”
“We thought we were going to have to take this entire mission ourselves,” Gage complains. There’s not a fucking scratch on him, and it makes me want to laugh. It makes no sense how he always gets away so unscathed. Luck, I guess. Or he’s just really good at hiding, I muse.
“Miss Mavestelli, it’s an honor.” My eyes widen. Gage and Damian share a bewildered look.
“Jesus, I didn’t know we were in the presence of fucking royalty,” Gage mumbles wryly. Damian follows that up. “My God, right? Would you like some avocado with your fucking toast, my lady?”
I want to fucking rest. I want Cameron at my side. I want us to have a breath of peace.
My love took the form of you, Mori.
Emery is over me in a second, saying things that I want to hear, but can’t. She’s touching my face, I think. Everything is getting cold, and I’m tired. So tired.
She’s the only light that found me in life. She chased away all my shadows. I can’t fight the burdensome weight of my eyelids for a second longer. I will never hurt you again. A smile weakly crosses my lips, and it’s the last thing I feel.
“Please, no. I can’t… I can’t…” I choke on my staggered cries. “Why did you do that?” I wail, the sound getting lost in the dust of this forgotten place. Cameron’s blood. My blood. This is the end for me. I won’t go on without him.
