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“What’s in the box?” I ask as he starts naming the angels and demons.
“My soul.”
A sense of dawning hits me as I take in the art that covers him. Both the angels and demons look beautiful. If it weren’t for the horns and halos, I would have no idea how to tell them apart. Their faces are all the picture of the word angelic, but the swords they hold and the power in their strikes speaks to the brutality on both sides.
Neither side is any closer to the box than the other, and the blood spilled all around them shows how vicious a battle it has become. It’s something I can understand on so many levels. It’s so fucking beautiful I could cry.
Damien can’t see my reaction, but Alexi’s grip gets tighter around me as I imagine the battle for my soul in my head. Except, I picture my box colored black, bathed in the tar of the sins others have forced upon me, and the sins I’ve freely committed myself.
Would any angels really want to fight for what’s inside my box?
“I would fight off a thousand armies to be the keeper of your soul,” Alexi whispers in my ear, just between us. I thread my fingers with the hand wrapped around me.
“And I would burn the world to be the keeper of yours,” I tell him.
He chuckles low in my ear. “Sounds like wearepretty toxic.”
I turn in his arms, careful not to brush my tattoo on his leg as I move.
“Or like we both know exactly what we want and aren’t afraid to fight for it.”
He tips my head up and plants a soft kiss on my lips just as Damien turns around.
“Did my ink make you that hot and bothered, Little Shadow?” He approaches me from behind, effectively sandwiching me between the both of them.
“You two horny fuckers better get your hands off our girl before you touch that tattoo or I’ll start throwing punches,” Lev says as he storms into the room. I’ve hardly ever seen him pissed off, but shit, he looks furious.
“It’s okay, Ghost,” I say, trying to joke with him while I move out from between Damien and Alexi.
He clenches his jaw, and I can’t help but feel like something else is going on.
“Are you okay?” I ask, but before I can reach out to him, he’s pulling me close and crushing our lips together.
When we separate, he gives me a stern look. “There are very few things I will ever get upset about, but don’t mess with my tattoos. Get that tight little ass back on my table so I can finish what I started.”
He slaps my ass just enough to sting and arouses me more than I already was while sandwiched between my other two guys. Cursing him under my breath, I get back on the table and he smirks at me. I consider messing with all of them and spreading my legs to play with myself right here, but I want this tattoo finished so I sit back like a good girl.
About an hour later, I speak up. Lev thinks it will only take him another hour to finish shading with the black and red, and I’ve been using this time to think.
“I want to try it.”
Damien and Alexi look at me from the couch, and even Lev pops his head up.
“Try what?” Damien asks.
“The subspace thing and…” I take a deep breath, knowing I need to say this out loud before I chicken out. “And I want to try talking to Dr. K again. Maybe we can just text for a while. Talking out loud feels like too much right now. I just know that I want to stop being afraid of getting help.”
Alexi walks over, bending down so we are face to face. Lev squeezes my knee. Damien brushes my hair back, and the amount of love and support I feel is enough to make my heart implode.
“We will try it soon but not tonight. For now, I just want you to know I am proud of you,” Alexi says. He leans in and kisses my lips, then my cheek, then my forehead.
My face heats under his praise and attention. As much as I never wanted to be a girl who lets a man give her what she needs, I can’t help it if I found three who happen to do just that. I find myself content in not fighting it anymore as I look around at them. I can be fiercely strong and independent while being whole-heartedly in love.
They don’t leave my side while Lev finishes up. The pain turns into a numb-like feeling and I sink into it, starting to understand why people say these are addictive. That space between pain and pleasure morphs into a fog of justfeeling. Nothing is good or bad, it just is. It’s almost… relaxing.
“I think she likes it,” Damien says. I smile with my eyes closed.
“I just need to add the highlights,” Lev says, not stopping his movements. “Then I’ll be finished.”
