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“Yes!”

He’s ours. Putty in our hands.

Fucking ours, Gabe repeats.

“Scratch my back, want to bleed for you,” I tell him darkly. I’d fucking bleeding to death for him.

He lifts one hand as the other keeps its up-and-down movement and slides it inside my t-shirt. He sinks his nails deep and makes an aching path down my back again and again.

I turn fucking feral and start driving my fingers hard and fast, hitting his prostate each time. He goes rigid, I feel his cock swelling against mine, heat rolls from his slit down my shaft as he comes, making dirty noises I want to hear for the rest of my life.

“Use both hands on my cock again.” My growly demand is quickly fulfilled. “Mine is the only dick that’ll ever fuck inside your ass. Mine the only cockhead you’ll ever choke on. Mine the only cum that’ll ever fill your holes. Am I clear?”

His eyes move to mine, and the blazing fire there does it for me. His teeth dig into my pec, and my orgasm barrels into me like a fucking freight train. My cum shoots from my cock, and I bellow, “You’re mine!”

“And mine,” Gabe grunts.

“No, you are mine. Both of you, obstinate idiots.Mymen,” he hisses, as I hold my fingers deep inside his gaping hole.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck yeah. That’s it. Work the head. Jesus!” Jizz keeps coming out, draining my balls empty. “Such a good cock pleaser. Yeah, lick our mixed cum off your fingers, suck them dry.”

I jerk one last time and capture his mouth to taste us together on our tongues before letting Gabe take charge.

This is your hold-him time,I tell him before pushing back.

“I just want you to see me, really see me as your equal,” Lori whispers angrily. His amber eyes wet.

“Lori,” I whisper, low and rough. I cup his face and look him straight in the eyes. He gives me a sad, watery smile. And then buries his face into my neck. His arms wrap tightly around my neck, his chest heaving against mine. His fingers grip my hair.

He came into my life and invaded every corner. Reaching inside my chest, my heart, to my very soul. He ripped it open, releasing the fire I locked within a long time ago.

“I’ll never let you go,” I whisper on his curls. I feel his long, warm sigh on my skin. His soft lips leave a delicate kiss on my neck.

The ringing of my cell cuts through the rest of my words.

“I can't move,” Lori mumbles. “I’m stuck on your fingers and pinned down.”

Is he complaining?Bez teases.

I pull out my digits. He moans, gripping my t-shirt and I feel the urge to hold him against me longer.

We slowly untangle ourselves, and I’m buttoning my jeans up when my phone goes off again.

It’s Rami. And what he tells me feels like a knife to the heart.

eleven

GABRIEL/BEZALIEL

The coldness has moved inexorably from my chest into my entire body, seeping poison that left me utterly numb. The strong white lights of the hospital waiting room feel like balls of fire pushing on my shoulders, forcing me to hunch against it.

Bez is alert but keeps away.

We are all here. Waiting. Hoping that it’s all a mistake.

Raph is sitting, holding Michael’s body as it’s racked with sobs. Rami is pacing up and down under Hunter’s grim gaze. Uri is standing with Sari in his arms, whispering in his ears, trying to calm him down—he kept stopping any nurse or doctor passing by asking for news. Rague has Ollie all wrapped around him, he holds him pinned to the wall, my brother’s back keeps shaking. Linda is staring ahead, eyes dim, her pale skin looks almost translucent.

The silence is deafening. Lori is next to me, rigid like a statue. I can’t look at him. I feel like if I do, I’ll crumble.