35. Cage

CHAPTER 35

CAGE

So much blood with wicked dreams in my system is making me delirious, but I'm locked in place when I see Sabre fucking our Sigil from behind.

And based on the look on her face, she's thoroughly enjoying it.

There are still threats in the room. I had been taking my time working through the wicked souls as I picked them off, one-by-one, but now I want to make quick work of it so I can join in the proper ending to this "wedding."

In the traditional sense, it is still a wedding. Only, the bride is now being claimed by her three monster mates in front of an audience of the dead and dying.

A true Strigoi party, if I'm being honest.

I'm about to bite through a male's throat when the light leaves his eyes, confusing me.

Because I hadn't been the one to kill him. It had been as if his soul had been sucked right out of his body.

Then I look up and see a familiar face. The Death Fae with silver-blue eyes and a myriad of tattoos whisping off of him as he feeds on the souls of the wicked isn't who I expected to attend the Rinhold massacre.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask the Death Fae appropriately named Reaper.

He gives me a raised brow. "I could ask you the same thing. Shouldn't you be in the Morpheus Kingdom, dream stalking?"

"It's dreamwalking," I correct him, "and no. I'm right where I need to be." I give my Sigil another glance, glad that Reaper can't see what Sabre is doing to her from this angle. He's fucking her harder, maybe too hard, but after taking Cain's massive cock she seems to be warmed up enough for his pace.

"Ah, I see," he says, glancing down but I suspect he knows I'm referring to my Sigil, but being polite enough not to ogle her during an intimate moment. "This is a fascinating realm, isn't it?" he asks me, glancing up only to match my gaze as his eyes glitter with darkness and death. The silver-blue fades in and out as I imagine he works his way through the soul he had just absorbed. "Compatible mates everywhere, it seems."

I'm curious what he means by that, but I know he won't elaborate.

He sighs, seemingly pleased. And I imagine he is. The amount of wicked souls in this room is more than enough for a Reaper who feeds on evil to feel a little giddy. "Well, happy massacre, then. If you don't mind, I think I'll stick around and feed a bit before I report back to Orcus."

I give him a raised brow and wonder if Orcus had met this dimension's God yet. Normally I'd shudder upon hearing that name, but now I feel empowered and alive.

Maybe a little bit reckless.

That's probably all the blood talking.

Reaper must misunderstand my expression for something else, because he adds, "Don't worry, mate. Orcus won't interfere, not after I tell him you and Sabre went here willingly. Can't promise the same for Morpheus, though."

Morpheus is my God—or was—and he's the one I should worry about.

But after everything that has happened, I'm curious if he didn't even have something to do with how everything has played out.

With that, Reaper vanishes and reappears near a dying Elite across the room. His lips curl into a cruel smile as he bends to absorb the dark soul.

Since Reaper is getting back to his meal, I decide to return to mine.

I turn to Sabre and our Sigil and my dick throbs at the new sight.

Cain watches with his cock in his hand, seemingly just as mesmerized as me.

It's a sight to behold.

Scarlett is riding Sabre. She's not letting us claim her.

She's going to claim us.

Sabre holds her hips and thrusts up into her sweet pussy, but our Sigil grinds down on him, panting as she seeks her pleasure and throws back her head. Sabre's tongue slides up her chest, giving her perfect nipples attention as she moans.

He notices me watching, because he grabs her ass and spreads her for me, showing me the beautiful sight of his dick deep inside of her and her adorable little back hole just waiting for me.

I can't resist the invitation as Sabre holds her steady and I settle against her back.

She goes completely still as I press a kiss against her neck. It's where that asshole had kissed her and I fully intend to retrace every inch of her body that had been betrayed and retrain her what pleasure is supposed to feel like.

"Cage?" she asks.

Gods. I love my name on her lips.

"I'm here," I tell her as I nudge my cock against her back entrance. I don't know how experienced she is, but everything about her seems too innocent to suggest she's taken two men at the same time.

If at all.

"I… I want both of you, but. Can you use your blood? Like Cain did?"

I blink at Sabre until I realize what she means. There's sensual qualities in our blood, especially when it comes to our mate.

I bite myself and drizzle my blood onto my cock, using it as lube.

"Ready, my Sigil?"

She seems to hold her breath before she answers.

"Yes."