Page 269 of Shadowblood Souls: The Complete Series

I gasp and seek out his lips.

Zian lets out a strangled sound. “After seeing you with the other guys… I’m not going to last long.”

My laugh comes out fragmented. “Me neither. Come.”

“You first.”

He presses his searing mouth to the side of my neck and flicks a claw over my clit. With the second iteration of that gesture and a slam of his cock into me, I shudder in his arms.

Zian’s chest hitches. As my vision whites out with yet another orgasm, he pounds into me faster, carrying me even higher. Then he pins me against the headboard as his own release follows me.

The bulge at the base of his shaft stretches me farther with its now-familiar heady pressure. I absorb the sensation as I catch my breath in his arms.

When he can ease back to set me down on the covers, my body feels boneless. I smile dreamily up at all of my guys, focusing on Griffin who’s moved beside me.

The gentlest of my men strokes his fingers over my cheek. “I want you to feel just how happy all of us are being here with you, just how much we’re all enjoying tonight.”

With those words, a stream of emotions washes over me. Excitement and eagerness blend with sparkling joy and aching desire.

As the stream widens into a giddying flood, I can tell Griffin is tapping into all the other guys’ feelings too. I can taste traces of each of their attitudes in the exhilarating deluge.

Griffin dips his head and starts dappling kisses across my skin. He works his way down my neck, across my shoulders, over my chest, down my belly.

At my thighs, he laps his tongue over my clit without any sign of discomfort at the taste of the other guys that must be mingled with mine.

Then he continues down my legs until he’s brushing his lips against the top of each foot.

All the while, the current of warm and heated emotions keeps flowing into me.

Even after my body’s been used so well, a fresh knot of need forms at my core. I squirm with impatience, and Griffin chuckles lightly, able to read exactly what I’m longing for.

“I’m right here,” he promises, easing up over me. He braces one arm next to me as he enters me, tracing tender patterns along the side of my face with his other hand as he does.

His thrill at our joining washes over me alongside an even deeper swell of love. My throat constricts.

I hug him close, rocking with him as if we’re two waves meeting, wrung out but still hungry for more.

My last orgasm comes not as an explosion but a steady rush of sensation, rising and rising until it floods me in a haze of ecstasy. Griffin mumbles words to match the feelings rippling between us. “Love you. So good. Always. Our Moonbeam.”

He bows his head next to mine with his release. His lips graze mine once more. Then he sinks down next to me.

My other men tuck themselves around my body in our usual chaotic jumble. Andreas strokes his thumb over my foot. “How was that for consummating the marriage, Tink?”

I can’t hold back a laugh. “I don’t think I could possibly be more satisfied.”

Jacob hums. “Challenge accepted, once we’ve given you at least a day to recover.”

Weeks later, I don’t think I’ve come down from the high yet.

Sitting at the dinner table with the guys I can now call my husbands, laughing at a story Andreas shares, cuddling on Zian’s lap, feeding Dominic the last of the sugar cookies and managing to only blush a little at his knowing glance, I’m buoyed by the glint of the rings on their fingers and mine.

The knowledge that in every manner this world recognizes, we belong to each other.

I’m holding on with all I have in me—and they’re holding on to me too. We might not know what the future will bring, but nothing is going to tear us apart.

The peal of my phone cuts through my haze of contentment. I see Rollick’s name on the call display and answer quickly. “What’s up?”

The demon sounds unusually hesitant. “I don’t like to interrupt your domestic bliss while it’s still so new… but we’ve encountered an unusual problem I could use shadowblood help with.”

I sit up straighter, and the guys all shift their attention to me. “Sure. What kind of problem?”

Rollick gives a short chuckle. “I’m still trying to figure that out myself.

We’ve had a few rifts appear that are somewhat different from the norm, and the shadowkind creatures coming out of them…

Let’s just say they’re not like any monsters I’ve met before, and they definitely live up to the name. ”

My heart skips a beat, but the sensation is as much determination as nerves. I don’t need to ask my guys to know they’ll be right here with me. “We’ll help however we can. Where do you need us?”

“I’ll send the jet. No need to ruin your night—get to the airfield at ten tomorrow morning.”

I hang up to my guys’ curious glances. “Rollick needs us to pitch in with some strange rifts—and strange shadowkind.”

Andreas raises his eyebrows. “Very mysterious.”

Griffin just smiles at me. “I’m sure we can figure it out. No matter what this world has thrown at us, we’ve always overcome it together.”

We have—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

* * *

Thank you so much for sticking with Riva and her men through all their struggles to their happily ever after! I hope it was as sweet for you as it was for them.

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And if you want to read more about Sorsha and her men or Rollick and his associates, you can check out the other series in the shadowkind world: Flirting with Monsters and The Heart of a Monster .

What’s next in the world of the shadowkind? Check out Pack of Outcasts, set in Rollick’s shadowkind school several years after it was established. It brings a whole lot of grumpy/sunshine, monster delinquent goodness, starting with Misfit Monsters…

Misfit Monsters (Pack of Outcasts #1)

Three delinquent monsters with fearsome powers. One girl made of pure sunshine. Can she save this team of misfits?

My past? Let's just pretend it never happened. All I want is to spread enough joy to make up for the pain I've caused.

So it'd be nice if my unexplainable powers would stop going haywire.

When I start blitzing my fellow monsters as well as mortals, the authorities of the supernatural world give me a final chance to avoid banishment.

I’ve got to join three monstrous criminals on a dangerous mission no one wants to take. Strange creatures are attacking innocent humans, and we have to stop their rampage.

It’s up to me, a frigid winter fae, a brutal basilisk shifter, and a chaotic kitsune to figure out what’s gone wrong—and fix it. Which would be a lot easier if my teammates didn’t see me as a ditzy pipsqueak.

And if they weren’t so distractingly, deliciously handsome.

Um, don’t tell them I said that part.

I’m sure my cheerful optimism will win them over so we can get home in one piece. That is, as long as I don’t blow us all up along the way...

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MISFIT MONSTERS

1

Today will be a good day! Today, I won’t kill anyone.

I chant my mantra to myself as I slink through the shadows, invisible to the mortal beings on the city street around me. With every iteration, I squeeze my conviction a little tighter.

It has to be true. I’m going to make it true, and there’s no arguing with that.

All I have to do is take it easy-peasy. No situations that could turn traumatic or overwhelm me. I’ve totally got this.

Hunger prickles through my filmy body like the jabs of a hundred really annoying needles. But that’s okay too. The ache gave me an excuse to come here.

There’s nowhere I’d rather be than the mortal realm… even if somehow things always go wrong.

Nope, not thinking about that. Stuff those memories in a trash bag and throw them away. This is a brand-new start!

And it’s a beautiful day for my most recent brand-new start. Beyond the patches of shadow I flit through, the sun beams down over the strolling humans. Its warmth stirs enough contentment in them for the emotion to touch me too.

Childish laughter carries from the next street over. I taste the edge of their joy, bright and shimmery like fizzy lemonade.

Mmm, delicious.

The needles of hunger jab deeper, and I pause. Yep, totally in control. I won’t rush or leap before I look this time.

I reach the edge of a small park. A patch of trees stands on one side, a playground on the other.

A couple of kids are flinging themselves as high as possible on the swings, as if they’re preparing to take off into the sky. I’ve never seen humans actually fly, but those two seem to believe it’s possible. Their exhilaration trickles into me, tart and sweet as chilled apple cider.

Nearby, a toddler giggles nervously as he careens down the slide to his waiting mother. Two girls sway upside down on the monkey bars.

Playgrounds are perfect for my needs: a good, simple meal.

But I feed much better when I’m in physical form.

In the shelter of a cluster of trees, I solidify wearing a daisy print sundress and my favorite track jacket: rainbow stripes across the chest to represent all the light and color I want to bring with me.

I heard on a TV show once that you are what you wear.

The jacket’s hood materializes already pulled up over my long, vibrantly turquoise hair, which I can’t change and tends to draw attention I’d rather not have. Especially if it starts glowing.

That’s something no human would do.

The fresh spring air floods my newly formed lungs, filled with the perfume of the flowers blooming on a tree by the playground. Magnolia blossoms. Wonderful!

But what I really want to savor is the delight of the romping children. The ravenous prickles inside me are already starting to soften.

I amble closer to the playground and stop near the magnolia tree.