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October 30 - November 1, 2024
“I may worship at your altar daily, but I assure you I am more than capable of putting a goddess in her place when the occasion calls.”
“Of course you’re a cat person,” I said in realisation. “Cats know their own minds and have no toleration for ninety nine percent of the human population. Of course I feel a kinship to them,” he said then looked to Martina who was reading through the contract. “What’s his name?”
“You don’t want to be nicknamed, do you Artemis?” His voice softened a little and my smile grew. “Oh my god, was that Saint Memphis’s baby talk?” “I do not do baby talk,” he said stiffly as the cat jumped down.
Tigress: Good morning *kiss emoji*. How did you explain away last night, Squid? Scorpion: Good morning, Tigress. I see you’re hankering for a punishment already today. Tigress: I don’t know what you mean *angel emoji* Koala: He prefers when we use his full title, baby. Lord Squidington.
Koala: I cannnnnnn’t *angry face emoji*. He wants to take me up to pride rock and show me the lay of the land like Mufasa did to Simba. If I don’t blow my brains out from boredom, I’ll come eat you out later. Tigress: This message is to confirm your dinner reservations at Pussy de la Wife. Please don’t arrive late or your table may be given to one of the three hot guys on the waiting list.
Tigress: Okay, I’ll diddle you later. Miss you. Xxxx (give two of these kisses to Squid) Koala: I did. He punched me in the nuts. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (don’t give any of these away, they’re all for you) *squid emoji*
I grabbed a soda out of the minifridge, set myself up on the couch and put on You on Netflix. Nothing like a hot stalker who’d do anything and everything to make you theirs. Of course, I probably wasn’t supposed to find Joe Goldberg hot, I wasn’t supposed to get all flushed over him being a psycho. Were the rest of the female population watching this show thinking the same thing as me? Well, the unhinged ones were. And they were my kinda girls.
"I'll never let you feel like that again," she promised. "Not once. Not ever. You'll never be alone again, and you'll never feel unwanted. That man was no father to you. He's not your family. But we're here now and you'll never be on the outside of anything ever again."
Saint really did have a mini Voldemort living in his heart, but there was definitely a cute little Weasley nestled in there too.
Blake Bowman had once been my broken, vengeful monster. He’d hunted me, caged me, wounded me. But every blow he’d struck had really been against himself. Now, I treasured the scars he’d left on me, because through making each other bleed, we’d found a way to heal, to cope. He wasn’t my monster anymore. He was my golden boy, my beam of sunshine in the dark. He shone so brightly, sometimes it was hard to believe he held anything but light in his heart. But I knew better. I knew that even the sun had scars beneath its blinding exterior. And that didn’t make it weak, in fact, it burned all the
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“You look so fucking hot in all this hiking gear,” he growled against my lips. “Like some sort of sexy mountain ranger. Have you come to punish me for setting a fire blazing in your panties?”
"I swear, if that's your dick, Kyan, I'm gonna punch it," I mumbled as I pushed myself up and found that it had actually been Nash's elbow. Cock crisis averted.
I made a move to get up, my knee knocking against Kyan's leg and he growled as he rolled over. "No, Davie. If you don't stroke its tentacles just right, that squid is gonna slither right up your ass and give you an enema to boast to your grandma about."
"Shit, I love it when you guys go all criminal on me," Tatum purred and my lips twitched with amusement.
He wasn't dead. I refused it. I wouldn't allow the world to keep turning without Kyan Roscoe in it.
I was Saint-motherfucking-Memphis. I was born of the Devil and cast in the shape of hell. I'd never learned to bow, and I refused to bend. The only thing that would carve through my will was death itself. And if that came for me, I'd welcome it. Because my lips would never part on this secret and I would never cave to this beast who held me.
Because Kyan Roscoe’s death was an apocalypse of its own kind. And I wouldn’t be a survivor.
"I don't want to live in a world without Kyan Roscoe," she breathed. "I need him darkening my doorway. I need him riling me up and fighting with me. I need him being the worst kind of asshole and laughing while he does it. I just...need him."
Because from what Tatum had told me about him, I was sure we would have gotten along. And I wished I’d had the chance to thank him for bringing the love of my life into the world.
"Don't make me find your granny and force her to eat the kitty litter," he mumbled without opening his eyes. "Her dentures aren't strong enough for that and she'll break 'em on the granules while trying to choke the shit down."
Because my family was here, and we had a life ahead of us now. One where the Hades Virus would become a thing of the past and we could look back on our time in quarantine and at least say we'd found this. Love. Family. Life. And really, what else could anyone ask for that was more important than that?
All four of the men standing before me were watching her with a heated kind of devotion which shone brighter than the midday sun. They were enraptured, enamoured, totally beguiled and under her spell. My son included. Saint wasn't the king of this tribe of heathens. They were ruled by a queen.
"I am the dark in the dead of the night!" she cried as her pack of heathens closed in beside her, all of their eyes on me, hungering for my end. "Hear me roar!"
Why be worshipped by one guy when you could be worshipped by four?
“Well he’s going to miss out on the fun,” I said with a laugh as I remembered Saint’s horror at the bird shitting on him. He’d lamented over his ruined Ralph Lauren shirt and cursed the creature and several generations of its family.
"I'm sorry to say this sweetheart, but you're still not ready to push," the midwife announced and Tatum groaned in pain, crushing my fingers as another contraction overwhelmed her. "Do you want some water?" Nash offered. "Or a cold compress?" Blake added. "Or a scone?" Saint suggested. "No I don't want a fucking scone!" she yelled and I was pretty certain she broke my finger as her grip impossibly tightened.
"Don't you talk to me about a natural fucking birth when you're just standing around watching this happen!" she snarled. "The Tatum who said those dumbass things was a fucking idiot who had no idea what hell this would be. She was a naive bitch and she’s dead now, just like you’ll be if you try to talk me out of taking pain relief again. When you have to push a watermelon out of your fucking vagina you can come back to me with your no drugs bullshit, but until then just shut the fuck up and help the woman give me the drugs."
I swallowed thickly and nodded, kinda afraid of the demon who lived inside my wife and wondering if this really was Saint's baby after all, because she definitely had something pure evil inside of her that hadn't been there before.
she asked and yeah, I was officially terrified of her. And impressed. And kinda hot for her. Not that I'd dare suggest anything to do with my dick right now, but Tatum going all badass just did things for me and seeing her couple that with this momma bear psycho shit... Yeah. I was here for it. Terrified, but here for it.
She broke a laugh for a brief moment. "Sorry, I'm being a total asshole," she gasped. " I just- holy mother of fuck, whichever one of you put this fucking thing inside of me is going to be getting a dick kick every day for a fucking month!"
Maybe I should tell them to add it – Class Nine: how to cope when your wife is possessed by the devil during labour and you’re reduced to a useless as fuck punching bag who can’t do anything beyond just staying strong and letting her abuse you as much as she likes in hopes that it helps a bit.
Why was it that men thought they ruled the world? It was pretty clear to me that women deserved that accolade.
