Chapter Seven

I whimpered, going limp with pleasure, half-numb and mindless as he used my body exactly how I liked. A little filthy, a little too hard, like I was a toy that only existed to give him a warm, tight hole to tunnel into. The world narrowed to the slick sound of my spent cock finding new life under the ridges of his fingers, his panting and sounds of pleasure against my spine, and the squeak of my sweaty torso scrubbed across the glass with every pump of him inside me.

His thrusts grew more desperate, coming faster and harder as his breath did. His right hand reached up and slammed over mine, interlacing our fingers as he moaned against my shoulder, his voice raw with unexpected vulnerability. "Tell me you're mine. Promise me. Please ."

"I'm yours. Forever." The agreement poured from my throat like I'd been holding it back my entire life, and it felt right . Like every bit of commitment I'd ever dodged, every relationship I'd walked away from was to make space for him . Anderson. Mine .

" Milo …" He sighed my name with reverence, pressing his entire body against mine. I squeezed the desk edge and his interlaced fingers as he swelled in me, spilling a softer, but no less intense orgasm of my own into his palm and through his fingers. Hot tears trickled down my shoulder off his cheek, sparking a soft, answering sting in my eyes. We were both sticky and chafed and absolutely covered in sweat and semen, as was his desk and probably the carpet at this point, but I'd never felt so loved and safe.

Letting my slick, spent cock slide from his hand, he banded an arm around my stomach, tugging me up down to the floor with him carefully, still impaled on his barely-softening cock. "I just need to stay inside you for a while, Milo. I waited so long for you, and you feel so good. Just a few more minutes, I promise." His voice was thick with emotion, and the way he held me against him healed wounds in my soul I hadn't even realized I'd had. I nodded readily, hugging his arm against me.

Something brushed my wrist, pulling my attention as I squirmed to find a comfortable—well, as comfortable as possible, anyway—position on Anderson's lap. The gray band wrapped around my wrist was one I'd only seen once before, and it definitely wasn't mine. Alarm set in as I immediately moved to slide it off. "Sir! Your- your cord is on me somehow, oh god, are you alright? I didn't hurt you or tear it, did…?"

His laugh rumbled against my back as his free hand captured the one without the cord, holding it still. "I'm better than fine, though I'm never going to go soft if you keep playing with that. I told you, you're mine. You agreed, so that means I'm yours as well." He kissed my shoulder, the warmth of his lips bleeding through the thin material of my dress shirt. "I just figured I've been wearing your cord your entire life, and wanted to give mine to you. Unless you don't want it…?"

He asked the question softly, an expectant sadness tucked behind the words that made my rare streak of possessiveness roar to life again. I snorted, cupping my cord-wearing wrist against my chest protectively. "Are you kidding? They'd have to kill me again to take this back. You're stuck with me." He hugged me tightly, a smile curving against my shoulder, and I grunted. "Though I am going to need a work break. Like a pants on one. Let me file while I figure out if you've decimated the integrity of my poor ass."

"Oh! Here. Here, let's get you cleaned up. You've definitely earned your aftercare." Laying us on our sides, he eased out slowly, but I still felt every bit of the hot, filthy sex we'd just had. Smiling happily and letting my cheek rest heavily on the carpet, I admired the way his gray cord looked around my wrist, turning it back and forth. Mid-examination I let out an undignified squawk as I was hefted into a bridal carry, a kiss dropped gently on my forehead that made me grin like an idiot. Without warning, Anderson marched through a doorway that had definitely been a wall before I'd gotten railed over a desk.

"Where did that door come from?" My eyebrows crept up as I noticed an oversized bathtub filled with bubbles in the center of the tiled room we'd entered. Unless I really had been fucked stupid, Anderson was setting me down in a massive en suite bathroom that hadn't existed an hour ago.

He shrugged, helping me out of my shirt and bending down to take off my socks as I held onto his shoulder for balance, enjoying being fussed over. "Being death's companion comes with perks. I thought you might want to unwind a little after all that work ." He winked, giving my poor, sore ass a gentle tap on his way back up. "I'm going to go get us some coffee, you go ahead and get in the bath, okay?"

Well, hell. A guy could get used to this .

As he closed the door behind him, I got into the tub, which was wonderfully, borderline-painfully hot, just the way I liked it. The muscles that had gotten kinked up through all that hard, sweaty labor unlocked, building on the endorphins already threatening to drown my sex-addled brain. Wasn't that some shit: dead and still dealing with lumbar strains. It figured.

Dopey and fucked out as my head lolled against the tub's edge, I was overly pleased that I'd satisfied damn-near-a-god that hadn't even sampled my oral skills yet. Yes, I'd miss my life, and I was sure the grief of that would hit me like a car later, but right now I just felt really good .

The problem with feeling really good was that, much like drunk Milo, super happy Milo didn't have a lot of innate conversational filters. That's why, when Anderson returned wearing only a pair of sweats, drinking from one mug and holding another, I blurted out a question without thinking. "So does this technically make you a necroph-?"

Coffee sprayed out of his mouth and nose before I could even finish the word, choking and laughing so loud it echoed off the tiles. " Milo! Gods' blood, what kind of question is that? No . You're dead, but you're not dead like that ."

He shook his head, grinning as he dabbed his face with a towel before handing me my own mug. I took a sip, attempting to look innocent as I settled into the blissfully warm water. "Just checking boss, sheesh. I'm new to all this, remember?"

"Mm. Something tells me I've gone and tied myself to a troublemaker." He raised his brow over the rim of his mug as he hefted it again, winking at me. "But I'll need you to mostly behave yourself when you meet Cameron and Lawson. They'll explain the nuances of their folders once you're dressed and ready for company—you can look in the folders now if you'd like, by the way, cat's sort of out of the bag on that one."

Taking another long sip of his coffee, he thumbed the handle, looking me over. "One more thing, before you meet my family. And this needs to stay between us, my companion." I looked up at the weight in his tone, nodding silently.

Anderson sounded tired, and although I didn't know him well yet—emotionally, anyway—there seemed to be an uncharacteristic fear in his tone. "Pay close attention to Cameron and Lawson, Milo. Whatever you see when you put the folders away, I want you to look for the same thing in both of them. I've finally found you, gods be praised, but you and I are only part of something much greater. My brothers' companions are a vital part of our collective future, and they'll be much harder to find and bring into the fold. I need you for that. We all need you."

I lifted a hand from the water, wrapping it around Anderson's as he reached to meet it. "I will. I don't understand everything yet, but I promise you, I'll do everything I can, for you and them."

He dropped to a knee with a soft smile, cradling my damp cheek in a palm to kiss me. "I know you will, my moiroi . Now, I'm going to give you some peace and work on some things at my desk before I completely ruin the entire purpose of your bath." He stood, giving me a long, heated glance that lingered everywhere the bubbles didn't before turning on his heel and closing the door behind him.

I drifted my fingertips through the bubbles with a sigh. This had been a hell of a Monday.

I was dead and soaking in a paranormal bubble bath, my ass was sore, I was evidently soulmates with death deity that fucked me like the government, and now I needed to help secretly find his brothers ' soulmates before something seemingly dire occurred. All while working a brand new office job that apparently used a light-and-color based filing system to categorize human souls.

Piece of cake.

I was definitely going to need more coffee.

The end…for now!

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