Page 133 of Those That Are Lost

Ty thrusts into me harder, his hand on my throat keeping me upright and sending me lightheaded. My ownhands grip onto his forearm for balance. His other hand wraps around my front, moving down my belly until his fingers slip into my folds and find my clit.

“I need you to come for me again. I need to feel your cunt gripping me tight as I cum inside you.” His words have me panting and on the edge once more. A few more strokes between his fingers and his cock and I’m exploding for the third time. I’m barely aware as he floods me in his own release.

It’sa couple hours later as we shower back in our ensuite and dress for the party that’s happening downstairs. We took out time recovering from the incredible sex and making our way back to the house.

As I exit the bathroom having reapplied my makeup I catch Ty buttoning a dark grey shirt over his magnificent chest. I’m already having flashbacks of it covered in blood and the primal feeling I had of knowing it was my scent his blood is mixed with.

“Don’t look at me like that or we won’t be leaving this room,” Ty almost growls. “I really don’t want to upset Claire and Bree, or have them dragging us downstairs naked. Because they would.”

“I know.” I laugh, knowing my best friends wouldn’t take something like sex as an excuse to miss the party they’ve planned for me. Even really hot, mated sex.

Ty finishes buttoning his shirt, and tucks the ends into his black fitted jeans, before pulling me into his arms. I’m wearing a low-cut long gown now. It's floaty and several shades of grey. The mix of tones reminded me of Ty’s shadows as soon as I saw it in the store and knew I had to have it.

“I love you,” he says, and sends the full depth of those feelings down our bond. I’d be flawed by it if I didn’t mirror them myself.

“I love you too,” I reply, suddenly feeling emotional simply by having him in my arms. There have been so many moments in our story where this ending didn’t feel like a possibility, let alone the inevitability.

Yet, here we are.

Creatures that shouldn’t exist.

Thriving.