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He moaned my name against my lips as he came undone, filling me with his hot cum, sending me over the edge and into the pure ecstasy. I screamed as my hands broke free from his tight hold, clawing at his back as he pounded into me faster and harder. He knew exactly what I needed and how I needed it.
I came hard until tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes. My thighs shook around his hips as his movements slowed to a stop.
He leaned back, kissing me passionately again, cupping my face in his massive hand."Mwen tèlman renmen ou," he said, quietly, his eyes flickering up to meet mine. I sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening in shock.
Little butterflies took up residence in my chest as I kissed him back and said, "I've been falling for you too, Met Kalfou. I think I fell before I realized it."
His eyes darkened at my use of his real name, and I felt his cock thickening against me again. But I was spent, and needed to sleep. My eyelids were drooping, and I let out a long yawn as Theodore rolled off of me.
We stayed like that for what seemed like hours after Bael joined us. The three of us drifted off into a lazy sleep, curled against one another while soft jazz filled the smokey room.
Istood in front of the mirror as thevevesbegan to glow. The dark room was lit with ominous blueish-purple light that played off of the skull on Theodore's face. He and Bael watched me, ready to step in if I needed it.
Theodore was next to the mirrors with his hand resting along the frame, a glow emanating from his palm. Bael sat perched atop the mirror, letting his legs swing casually, as if this was just any other day, and I wasn't about to decide the fate of my existence.
Last night felt like a fever dream. It left my body feeling languid, content and needy for another session with my men. I was getting greedy, despite the fact that I'd been fucked to within an inch of my life only hours ago.
But now it was time to do this. To make this official. It was time I stopped fucking around and stalling.
The mirror rippled, and then a fuzzy shape appeared as it came into focus. I recognized my bedroom back on Frenchman Street. The scene was frozen in time, the white gauzy curtains paused mid flutter as wind blew through the open window. The numbers on the clock on my bedside table were nothing more than four short dashes in the darkness.
I could almost smell the coppery tang of blood even though the mirror. There was a lot of blood. It was everywhere—on the walls, splattered all over my duvet, and puddled on the floor.
I thought back to that night that seemed so far away to me now, but was only seconds ago in the waking world. I'd been delirious, terrified, and so worried that Austin would come home and bring his wrath down upon me. Austin's rage was more terrifying than the blood I'd been soaked in.
I dragged my gaze to the figure on the bed. My body was pale, my lips turning a shade of bluish black, and my dress was covered in crimson splatters.
I finally remembered why I was wearing that white dress. It was the reason Austin chose that night to punish me for the last time. The white dress was a tradition in my culture. Women and girls often wore them on carnival days in celebration. It'd been a long time since I'd donned my own dress or participated in any of the carnival festivities that my family used to love.
But that night, I'd decided to allow myself that indulgence. I wanted to feel close to my dad, who used to lift me up on his shoulders to watch the parades. We'd toss candies at the children in honor and respect for Papa Legba, and we'd celebrate until the sun rose the next morning, just to do it all over again the next day.
Helping Grandma the night before had solidified things in my head finally. I decided enough was enough, and I'd planned on leaving Austin the next morning. I looked to the far corner of my dark bedroom where I'd placed a small leather duffle bag on my blood-splattered white chair. My clothes were halfway packed, spilling out onto the floor.
Memories bombarded me, as if a movie was playing through my head, reminding me of the freedom that was so fucking close I could taste it. If only he hadn't come home from the bar early that night. If I'd been able to get out an hour sooner. I'd have gone to Grandma Anne's, and I'd have been safe.
But there was nothing I could do about that now. There was no way to turn back time and undo my mistakes. In the end, Austin had caught me, and he'd flown into a terrifying rage—one that ended with him slashing a kitchen knife across my throat.
I hesitated as I looked at Theodore or...Met Kalfou as he was tonight. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, like two black holes in the night sky. His skin glowed with a violet light, highlighting the skull hidden underneath. He looked like a creature of darkness that had come to take my soul away.
"You have to make a choice, Moria Laveau," Bael said from the top of the mirror, his usually mischievous expression replaced by something much more serious. "No matter what you decide, we'll be here waiting." My heart pounded as I made my decision, dreading whatever consequences it would bring.
I took a deep breath and walked towards Theodore, unable to resist the pull that emanated from him. "You're safe here with us," he whispered into my ear as he leaned in, rubbing his cheek against mine. I closed my eyes, savoring the touch of his skin. "No one will ever hurt you again."
I finally pulled back and stared into the mirror again, taking a deep, steady breath. It was time to do this.
As soon as I crossed over to the other side of the glass barrier, everything changed—time slowed down, colors became dull and almost grayscale. All except for the bright crimson blood on the floor, the wall, the bed, and splattered all over my beautiful white dress.
I approached my body slowly, peering down at myself as I hovered between life and death. The woman on the bed no longer looked like me. She was sallow, lifeless, and utterly beaten. Looking at her now, it was like I'd lived a whole other life on the other side of death in the span of minutes.
It would be so easy to step into my body again the way I'd watch Liam do. I could slip right in and, in seconds, breathe life into the corpse in front of me. I could run for the phone or shout from the window that I needed help. I could crawl to safety and maybe, just maybe, make it out alive.
But the longer I contemplated that, the more repulsive it felt. All I could think of were the two men on the other side of that mirror, waiting to see what I would choose. Would I choose to abandon this life and be with them forever?
I closed my eyes and focused on Bael's voice. His words echoed in my mind:"No matter what you decide, we'll be here waiting."He had promised me safety and a new life with them. Theodore and Bael had given me many opportunities to choose between this world and theirs. Their world was not perfect—full of death, grief, indulgence, and pleasure. To be honest, it was far better than the reality I faced every day when I was alive.
I wanted that. I needed that.
I took another deep breath before opening my eyes to stare at the lifeless body on the bed.
