Wild and Free (The Three #3)(79)

“Delilah,” Gregor returned.

I moved close to Abel and only then did I look up at him.

So very beautiful.

It will give him much to cherish as he continues his immortal one when you’re gone.

He’d waited forever for me. Several forevers for a human.

I’d just waited one, and not a very long one.

Then I got him. And I’d have him until I died.

But he wouldn’t have me.

On that thought, I stared into his two-colored eyes and the rest of it came crashing down on me.

Crushing me.

Because he also wouldn’t have Jian-Li. Or Xun. Or Wei. Or Chen.

And he didn’t have all the ones who had gone before. All of the ones who’d raised him, made him son, brother, father.

He’d lost it all.

Repeatedly.

My stomach clutched so much I thought I might throw up, and I reached out a hand to grasp his hard.

“You okay, bao bei?” he asked, his features now suffused with concern.

So very, very beautiful.

“It’s just”—that came out hoarse, so I cleared my throat—“been a sucky day.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, tugging my hand to draw me nearer. He looked to Gregor. “We done?”

“Yes, Abel,” Gregor said on a sigh and turned his eyes to me. “I know it likely brings little relief to your sorrow, but we’ve made the arrangements as Abel instructed for your friend Snake. The boat will be in the bay tomorrow at sunset. If you can tell your family that’s when the ceremony will begin, I’ll leave you to them and see you tomorrow at the bay.”

“Thank you, Gregor. That means a lot,” I told him.

He shook his head and waved his hand. “The least we could do, Delilah. The very least.”

That was nice.

“Good night,” Gregor finished.

“’Night,” I replied.

Abel said nothing, just pulled me out of the room. He dropped my hand but tucked me close, his arm around my shoulders, when we were in the hall.

I swallowed.

It will give him much to cherish as he continues his immortal one when you’re gone.

Was he memorizing this moment, walking down a hall with me?

I knew I would if I were him.

I slid my arm around his waist and pressed close to his side.

“You want your dad?” he asked softly.

Yes, I wanted my dad. I wanted to wail in his arms and bitch about how unfair life was and get pissed and throw things because my man had to live an eternity without me, without everybody, and I had to live my time with my man, knowing he would.

But I didn’t say that because I wasn’t going to do that. I wasn’t going to mention it at all. Because Abel didn’t mention it at all. He didn’t say that first f*cking word. He didn’t bitch or wail or throw things.

He carried on. He lived his life. He smiled. He laughed. He got pissed. He loved his family. He was falling in love with me.

So I was going to put all my time and energy in giving Abel much to cherish as he continued his immortal life without me.

“No, baby, I want you,” I said to the floor as we walked on it.

He pulled me closer, bent in, and kissed the side of my head.

I closed my eyes and let him guide me to our room.

*

Naked, on my knees like he liked me, one hand to the bed, one arm stretched out, fingers curled around Abel’s, which were curled around the ironwork of the headboard as he leaned over me, bracing himself in his arm, pounding inside me.

I dropped my head at the sheer beauty, the blazing heat.

“Touch yourself, *cat,” he ordered gruffly, sliding his other arm around my chest to keep me in position while I moved my hand from the bed to between my legs.

I touched myself, but I touched him, gliding my fingers back to feel his big cock stretch me, fill me, drive into me.

Yes.

This was it.

This was us.

This was what we’d be.

Wild and free.

Fucking wild. Living wild. Living free. Saving the world. Kicking ass. Packing it all in. Not missing a moment. Not wasting an instant.

I bent my neck back and twisted my head so I had lips to the skin on his neck.

“Love your cock,” I whispered.

“Know that,” he grunted, giving it to me, driving deep and grinding in.

I whimpered and then kept whispering, “Wanna sleep with you inside me.”

“Give you that.”

“Want you to wake me up, f*cking me.”

“Give you that too, baby.”

“You’ll give me anything.”

“That’s right,” he growled, pulling out and starting to pound in again. “Anything, Lilah.”

“That’s what you’ll get from me.”

“*cat, f*ckin’ you hard on your knees. You think I don’t know you’ll give me anything?”

I closed my eyes.

“Up,” he grunted, not giving me the choice and pulling my hand from the headboard, yanking me up with his arm at my chest as he sat back on his calves, taking me with him so I was sitting, impaled on his cock. “You give me anything, let me watch you take yourself there.”

I’d give him anything.

So I f*cked myself wild on his cock, rubbing my clit, my head resting back on his shoulder, one of his hands curled around my breast, the fingers of his other whispering through the hair between my legs, his mouth to my shoulder, his eyes watching me take myself there.