Page 40 of Exile (Dance with My Demons #4)

Avery

"I'm going to miss this place," I sigh heavily.

"Should we be concerned?" Grey jokes. "I mean… it is the morgue, after all."

The four of us stand in the cold room, Grey on my left and Theo on my right. Damon is behind me, and I can feel his sarcastic stare on my back. No doubt there's some witty comment on the tip of his tongue.

But I don't care.

I don't have it in me right now to worry about what this says about my mental health. Most people's favorite locations that they share romantically with their partners are restaurants and breath-taking views of mountain ranges. Not morgues.

"Maybe I'm just broken," I murmur. "This will always be a stand out memory and that's not normal."

A hand slides along my waist, a chest pressing into my back. "You were beautiful when broken, Avery," Damon replies. "And you're still beautiful now. But not broken. You're much stronger than you give yourself credit for. "

I lean back into my husband. "It's ironic. The place I felt most alive in Lilydale is the one place the dead come."

"You came too," Grey points out. "Thankfully, still alive."

"Sick fuck," Theo mumbles under his breath.

"I didn't mean it like that," Grey shoots back. "Who invited this guy?"

Theo twists his head to smile at me. "I was here first," he says, eyes darting over to the mortuary cabinet knowingly.

"Yes, you were," I laugh. "Still not sure how we managed to fit in that damn thing."

"Or the fact you made a sex tape," Damon murmurs in amusement. "Except if anyone dares to watch it outside of us, I'll be forced to kill them."

My shoulders slump forward, sadness creeping in. "What if we never see each other again?"

Grey cups my face with his hand. "Hey, don't think like that, little killer. This is only temporary."

After everything that went down with Alexander, the police arrived as expected—accompanied by the investigation team.

Turns out he knew they were planning on making an appearance that day and had decided to take matters into his own hands.

He just didn't anticipate that Damon would get to me so quickly.

See, he might have known Damon, but he wasn't prepared for one thing—our family.

No one could prepare when the three of them banded together as a team or the lengths I would go to protect Damon.

Because Alexander was incapable of love.

Our selfishness for one another was something he couldn't foresee because he didn't have the ability to do the same.

Still… having the authorities walk in on two dead bodies and patients losing their minds didn't exactly help our cause. Even with the evidence they had managed to collate from the board's dodgy documentation and motives, it's hard to explain cold blooded murder.

Damon told all of us to cooperate and immediately instructed Byrone and Jillian to hand over the footage before Whittingham could have the chance to wipe it, wherever he was.

They had managed to override the loop that was being fed and saved a copy to exonerate us of any wrongdoing.

Alexander had made it quite clear what his intentions were and that they had planted Rian here.

That, along with other previous footage should be enough to prove that Lilydale was nothing but a coverup.

The only problem is the video evidence of me burning down the lab and killing Rian.

Police took my statement but until the investigation is complete and they have their official ruling, I'm looking at charges.

Given everyone's mental health and the allegations of what we've endured, we've been granted a pardon from being held in prison until everything gets dealt with.

But Lilydale can't stay open.

Which means they are sending us to another facility to be held until they can figure out what to do next. The only information we have is that they need to split up the patients due to spacing issues.

And it's tearing me apart.

I just know in my gut that I'm going to be separated from them. I've already been given my departure time and it's different from theirs. The chances of Lilydale being reopened are slim and with me facing potential murder charges… I can't even say the words.

"We will sort it out," Theo comforts, giving my hand a squeeze. "It will be alright."

Turning around, I throw myself at Theo, wrapping my arms around his neck. He hugs me back, resting his chin on the top of my head.

"I can't say goodbye," I whisper into his chest.

"It's not goodbye," Damon answers from behind me. "Like Grey said, it's only temporary. We will figure it out."

I peer at him over my shoulder. "I love how confidently you say that."

He smiles at me. "If you think for one second it's not tearing us apart to be away from you… you're wrong, Avery. But I still mean every word. We will find you. We will come for you."

"'Til death do us part?" I try to joke, voice cracking with unshed tears.

Damon steps in behind me, boxing me in between the pair of them. "And forever beyond that, wife. "

"Come here," Grey coaxes, holding out his hand. "I know what you need." He's still wearing his black hoodie and I place my palm in his, letting him pull me toward the steel table in the center of the room.

Lifting me up by my waist, he plops me onto the cool metal, digging into his pocket.

I muffle a laugh as he pulls out his red Cirque des Morts mask and slides it onto my face.

My legs dangle off the side of the table as I stare at them through the darkened holes, thighs clenching together at the look of hunger that washes over their faces.

Grey drops to his knees in front of me, running his hands up my legs. "Lift," he orders when he reaches the waistband of my shorts.

I comply, holding myself up on the palms of my hands as he slides my shorts and underwear down my legs and lets them fall to the floor.

Pushing my legs apart, he hums in approval as he takes in my exposed cunt, wasting no time as he lowers his head.

His tongue darts out and drags a line up my slit, repeating it a few more times until I'm squirming on the examination table.

I try to hold myself up while leaning back, but I'm tense, worried about falling back too far and doing a backflip off the table. Damon rounds the table, standing behind me. His arms loop through mine, holding me securely against his chest as he leans me back allowing Grey better access .

"Fuck," I breathe out when the tip of his tongue finds my clit. He drags slow circles around it, and my breath hitches even more when Theo drops to his knees next to him and starts kissing up my thigh.

Spreading my legs as far as possible, my eyes roll back as the two of them eat my needy cunt in unison. A shadow crosses my face before the mask is tilted up, lips pressing into mine as I wrap one arm around Damon's head as he kisses me upside down.

Fingers tease my entrance, dipping in before vanishing, and circling.

My hips buck as I desperately try to sink myself into them, but whoever is touching me pulls back.

I'm completely distracted by Damon's mouth, his tongue massaging mine that between all the sensations overwhelming me, I crash straight into an orgasm without warning.

My cries are swallowed by Damon, body still working through my climax when I'm suddenly clenching someone's fingers. I break the kiss to glance down, lips swollen and tingling, and when I catch sight of Theo and Grey working me together, I immediately feel the start of another orgasm building.

Holy fuck.

Damon's hand comes down on my throat, holding me still as his mouth works me into a frenzy.

Is it possible to come from kissing? Because the way his tongue moves effortlessly in my mouth, I'm not confident that I won't spontaneously combust. Of course, having my two other boyfriends between my legs certainly has some… benefits.

His hand squeezes my throat, cutting off my air supply, but I still feel like I'm breathing the most intoxicating scent.

Fingers slowly leave my body much to my disappointment, but I moan into Damon's mouth when I feel something larger pressing against my entrance.

One inch, two inch… my cunt stretches to accommodate the hardened length pushing into my body, my back arching as I push further into Damon's hand.

Just as I start to see spots and stars in my eyes, he eases the pressure at the same time I'm fully filled.

"Please," I beg against his lips, glancing down again when he pulls back slightly.

Grey is standing now, hands digging into my thighs as his cock is buried inside me. "Put the mask back on her, Deadman," he demands.

The devil mask snaps back into place, but I hyper-focus on Grey through the eye sockets, loving how his irises darken.

"Fuck, little killer," he growls, pulling back before slamming into my cunt. "You're so fucking wet for us."

I can't respond as he begins moving his hips quickly, smashing our hips together as he fucks me hard and fast. I don't dare look away though, determined to watch every expression that crosses his face.

I want to remember them, and I'm fairly certain by how hard he's fucking me that he wants me to feel him long after I'm gone from Lilydale .

"More, Grey," I beg, needing him to ruin me.

He growls, digging his black coated nails into my thigh, breaking the skin slightly as he thrusts into me hard.

My back rhythmically hits Damon's chest in time with Grey's movements, and I groan when warm hands lift my shirt and bra over my chest and cover my tits.

Damon pinches the soft pink tips, squeezing and groping them as I careen into another climax, screaming Grey's name.

His hand moves to my back, yanking me forward so fast that I fall off the table toward him. But he catches me, lowering me to the ground. I already know what's coming, shoving the mask off and opening my mouth as I peer up at Grey from my knees.

"So fucking perfect," he breathes out, taking a moment to observe me. "Our little killer."