Page 317 of Breathe Like Hell

But I felt it before the monitor finished climbing.

That drip of life into my veins.

It’d worked.

My lungs expanded with a real breath of air, neon soaking my veins, loosening the knot in my chest for the first time in so many decades.

Dakota did the same. So did Mason.

I’d already adjusted the flow to be steady enough as not to cause akrasia.

I looked between both of them, more grateful than I had words for.

This was a life I’d never dared to imagine for myself. A future so good I still felt unworthy of it. But it was here, and I was living in it. I’d been lucky enough to be granted the love of two people. Mason had half of my soul and Dakota had the other half. I didn’t need any of it to belong to me anymore. They could hold it in its entirety.

The walls to my labyrinth hadn’t vanished. The maze of my brain remained as vast as ever. I hadn’t magically decided to unlock every door and shed light on every corner.

But I no longer viewed it as a place I wanted to stay within forever.

The exit had never been hidden, only feared.

I was learning to face my fear of it now.

With them.

We breathed and breathed, feeling the abundance of neon slowly building in our system. I reached for the light switch and flipped it, bathing the room in darkness.

And all three of us were glowing.

Ultraneon.

EPILOGUE

DAKOTA

I mindlessly bit my lip as I watched Mason and Micah ripping each other’s shirts off, their mouths warring, my fingers drifting between my thighs and tracing along the thin cotton of my shorts, arousal pooling warm and low in my belly. My pulse was quick and fluttery, thrumming at the base of my throat.

“Do you want to keep sitting in your chair, baby?” Mason asked, cocking a brow as Micah mauled his neck, biting lovesick marks into his skin. “Or do you want to join us?”

I squeezed my thighs together, any potential response long-dissolved on my tongue, my eyes heavy. I did enjoy watching them sometimes, objectifying my two gorgeous boyfriends while they did disgusting things with each other.

But I wasn’t sure what I wanted today.

“Masters?” Micah taunted, flashing me a look as his hand disappeared into Mason’s sweats, palming his erection. He tugged down the elastic waist so he could stroke his entire length unobstructed. I could barely focus on his husky voice. “You gonna watch us fuck without you?”

“What do you want me to do?” I managed to ask, my face flushed and hot.

“I think you should get over here and suck both of us off at the same time,” Micah said, pumping Mason’s shaft, getting him fully erect. Mason pushed his hand beneath Micah’s waistband in the back, possessively grabbing his ass, his dark eyes watching me. “And we’ll return the favor.”

“Okay,” I whispered, my promised submission dripping delirium in my veins.

I slid out of the chair, quietly approaching both men, my feet bare on the rug.

“Good girl,” Micah murmured, then motioned for me to lift my arms. I obeyed, and he took my shirt off, then my shorts, lazily appraising my naked body with a sweep of his arrogant gaze, approval darkening his stare.

I shivered, the soft ends of my hair skimming my hips, my nipples pulling tight.

“Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect, baby girl.”