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“I would love to be your wife.”
“Oh, thank fuck,” Heathcliff breathed.
Quoth’s fingers trembled as he slid the ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly. I held it up, turning it this way and that, admiring the way the gems sparkled. One for each of us, but they all fit together to create a whole.
“Morrie wanted me to make four matching rings,” Quoth said. “But I decided that all the stones should be in your ring because you are our center. Nevermore Bookshop may have made us corporeal, but when you came along, you gave us something to live for. You have our hearts, Mina, and we’ll spend every moment of every day treating you like the heroine of a romance novel.”
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around Quoth’s neck. He pulled me in close, his long fingers skimming my sides before gripping my hips. “And you have my heart,” I whispered. “Always and forever.”
He kissed me with all the tender love that Poe wrote about so achingly. He kissed me like a windswept beach and a crumbling house on a cliff, like all the dark beautiful things that joined our souls.
When Quoth drew away, his face lit up with a smile so pure and adoring.
I hadn’t seen him smile like that in a long, long time.
A strong hand drew around my waist. Quoth stepped away as Morrie spun me around, my chest meeting his. His intense icicle eyes bore into mine, glinting with shattered light from the lightning crackling outside. “You’re sure you’re not making a big mistake, gorgeous? No one has loved Moriarty and lived to tell the tale.”
“Sure they have,” I grinned back. “Sherlock lives in a flat above a fish and chip shop in Chelsea.”
Morrie gave a dark chuckle. He leaned forward and touched my lips with a feathery kiss that stole my breath and promised oh so much more mischief to come.
Heathcliff shoved Morrie out of the way and wrapped his strong arms around me. His lips met mine, sweeping me away with the sheer possessive force of his love.
I knew beyond all realms of knowing that I had made the right decision. I wanted this, right here, with the three of them, for the rest of my life.
Heathcliff’s kiss deepened, going from possessive to desperate in moments. He backed me up against the wall. His tongue thrust between my lips, devouring me, making me his.
“What do you say?” he growled. “Should the three of us make our fiancée scream her pleasure into this bitter, beautiful storm?”
“In the library? Anyone could come in and see us. Didn’t you set up this trap for the murderer?”
“We could lock the door.” Morrie appeared at Heathcliff’s side in a flash. “After all, the culprit hasn’t shown up yet. Maybe they’ve been cornered by Charlie and are being forced to listen to the story of every murder he’s solved in thirty-three years on the force.”
“But what about, uh, Hugh Briston’s corpse…”
“We’ll make you forget all about him.” Morrie knelt on the carpet in front of me. Heathcliff moved back a bit, his arms still tight around me, as Morrie’s long fingers made short work of the buttons on my slacks. I fumbled for the belt on Heathcliff’s robe, sliding it open stroking my fiancé’s length through his boxers.
My fiancés. I will never get tired of saying that.
Morrie made a delighted sound as he pulled my panties to the side. His tongue slid between my legs, and Isis damn him, but he was right. This was what being engaged to three villains did to you. I knew that Hugh wasright there,but I couldn’t think about anything except for the pleasure rushing through my veins and the fact that the men with their tongues down my throat and between my legs would be my husbands…
I cried out as the wall gave way behind me, and we toppled backward into the gloom.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
“Argh!” I cried out as my back slammed into the hard floor.
Heathcliff cursed as he came down on top of me, his bulk driving the wind from my lungs.
“Are you okay?” He helped me to my knees, rubbing circles on my back as I coughed.
“I think I swallowed my tongue…” I reached out a hand, and Heathcliff and Morrie helped me to my feet. “I’m okay. What happened?”
“Heathcliff was hogging our fiancée, so I’d just plunged my tongue inside you to stake my own claim,” Morrie said. “when the wall gave way behind you.”
That explains how I fell backward, but I don’t understand how a solid wall could just give way like that…
