Page 44 of Vengeful Melodies (Heaven’s Guilt Revenge Tour Duet #1)

Chapter Thirty Nine

Dreya

Everything is quiet.

Except my breathing. Except the thunder of my heartbeat in my ears. Except the ache still pulsing between my thighs like the memory hasn’t ended yet—like I’m still caught inside it.

I don’t even realize I’m crying until someone wipes the tears from my face.

“Kai…” My voice fractures, a broken whisper, nothing more.

“I’ve got you, Siren.” His hands cradle my face, warm and trembling, his thumbs brushing beneath my eyes as if I’m something fragile. His voice is rough but soft enough to shatter me all over again. “You did so fucking good.”

I nod even though my body feels boneless, useless. Wrecked. Filled. Loved. Fingers still trace my back, a palm steadies my waist, someone’s hand rubs slow circles into my calf. They’re all still here. Every one of them.

Bash presses a kiss to my temple before slipping away. I hear the faint hiss of water in the bathroom, the sound grounding me as much as it disorients me.

“Let’s get her cleaned up,” Takoa murmurs.

His voice is low, deep—silk wrapped around steel.

He pulls a towel from the bin, then kneels in front of me.

For me. His green eyes meet mine before his touch finds me, gentle, reverent, wiping between my thighs with so much care it almost breaks me again.

Worship doesn’t end just because the storm is over.

Alix’s lips brush my shoulder before his arms slide beneath me. He lifts me like I weigh nothing at all. “Come on, Darlin’. Couch isn’t comfortable after all that.” His voice is shredded with exhaustion, but his smile—it’s soft, sure, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

I melt against his chest, tucking my face beneath his jaw. He carries me to my bed. My bed. My space that isn’t really mine anymore, because it belongs to all of us now. He lays me down, pulls the blanket up around me.

Kai follows close, kneeling again between my legs. The towel in his hand is warm, his apologies softer than the touch itself. Every time I flinch or gasp, he murmurs, “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”

Bash returns shirtless, hair wild, holding a water bottle in one hand and a clean shirt in the other. He presses the bottle to my lips, watching every sip like I might vanish. His thumb catches the water where it drips from my mouth, brushing it away tenderly. “Still with us, Songbird?”

“Barely,” I whisper.

He grins, but there’s a softness under it, a hint of something raw. “Good. Then we’ll keep taking care of you.”

Alix wipes the sweat from my chest, my arms, my throat with a warm washcloth. Takoa returns with a hoodie—his hoodie—and slides it over my head like I’m fragile glass, threading my arms through the sleeves for me.

They don’t rush. They don’t disappear. They don’t leave me wrecked and hollow. They stay. They orbit. Like I’m gravity itself.

Touching. Whispering. Kissing. Grounding.

Alix slides in behind me, chest to my back, his breath at my neck.

Kai curls in front of me, pulling the blanket higher, lips pressing against my forehead.

Bash sprawls between my legs, cheek resting on my thigh, hand drawing lazy shapes on my skin.

Takoa sits at the edge, steady, his green eyes holding me like he always does.

“Sleep,” Alix whispers. “You’re safe,” Kai promises. “We’re not going anywhere,” Bash mumbles.

And Takoa leans down, his breath ghosting over my lips. “We’ll never let you fall asleep alone again.”

A blissful, hazy smile tugs at my mouth as exhaustion drags at me. I fight it, desperate to hold onto this feeling, to them. To us.

Alix’s hand strokes down my spine, his murmurs in my hair soft and incoherent.

Kai kisses my temple, whispering prayers only I’ll ever hear.

Bash hums a low tune against my thigh, stealing one more kiss when I whimper.

Takoa brushes my curls back, his palm cupping my cheek.

“You still with us, Muse? Sweet dreams, my love.”

I nod faintly, too content to speak. Their touches quiet the tremor in my limbs, soothe the bruises they left, cover every raw edge with reverence.

Love.

The word burns and heals all at once. Because I know now—I’m in love with them. All of them.

And maybe that should terrify me. Maybe it does. Nothing is ever easy when you hand your heart to four men who could destroy you.

But right now, with their hearts beating steady all around me, with their warmth tangled into mine, I surrender anyway.

If this is a mistake, it’s one I’ll make over and over again.

Because for the first time, I feel whole.