Epilogue 2
Madness
“I don’t know why you’re glaring at me,” Miz remarked, a smirk curling one side of his mouth. “We were already late thanks to Pain.”
“And then you decided to fuck our wife on the roof garden,” I huffed.
Miz shrugged, slurping vanilla milkshake through a striped red and white straw. “I realised we’d left the roof unchristened. It was an oversight I needed to fix immediately.”
“By having loud, filthy sex, refusing to let me join, and giving me the world’s biggest boner?” I pouted.
“Oh, Madde.” Tor patted my shoulder sympathetically. “It’s definitely not the world’s biggest. That would be mine.”
“Mine,” Miz argued.
“Death’s,” Cat disagreed with a smirk, swirling chocolate sauce on top of the soup she’d made of ice cream and caramel.
“Nah.” Pain shook his curly head. “There’s gotta be a porn star with a humongous cock somewhere.”
Death snorted, draping his arm along the back of the glossy red booth and pulling Cat closer into his side. “No, Cat’s right. It’s definitely mine.”
“But just so we’re clear,” our darling wife said, unaware she had chocolate sauce on her bottom lip. “If I had one, mine would be the biggest dick of them all.”
“Well, duh,” I agreed, bracing my hands on the speckled table to lean over and lick the sauce from her bottom lip. “I love you. More than all the ice cream in the world.”
Her smile bloomed like the prettiest flower, and I sighed, gazing at the most beautiful woman in the world. “I love you, too,” she said, so lovely, so sweet. “So much that I’m not going to ask what happened to the man who owns this place.”
I widened my eyes. “He’s a very busy man, my lioness. Places to go. People to see. He had to pop out.”
“As long as you didn’t pop out the eyeballs of an innocent man,” Tor said pointedly. As if he was big, scary, and intimidating, and not eating birthday cake flavoured ice cream liberally doused in raspberry syrup that had turned his tongue blue.
“Me?” I giggled. “I would never pop out eyeballs. Not my jam.”
“Madde,” Cat said in that sexy stern voice of hers.
I fluttered my lashes. “He still has all his eyes. Just like I only have eyes for you, my perfect, deadly wife.”
She glanced away, the way she did when she liked something, still not accustomed to being adored as she deserved to be. We’d make sure it became so ordinary that she didn’t even blush. We had the rest of our lives now, a real happily ever after. And no one left to get in our way.
“So what are we doing after our ice cream date?” I asked, licking the last bit of ice cream from my spoon. “Should we have a gangbang?”
“Madde,” Miz groaned.
“What?”
“You can’t say that in public,” Death said, trying not to laugh, lines crinkling around his eyes. And no fog, mist, or decay anywhere in sight, hallelujah.
“Why not?” I peered around the glossy ice cream parlour. “There’s no one else here. In theory, we could have a gangbang right here on the table.”
“The table would collapse,” Pain said.
“And we’re right next to a window,” Miz pointed out.
“We’re also death gods,” I said slowly, “with magic.”
Glances were exchanged. Pain tapped the window, and a swarm of shadows spread out from his hand like a blackout blind.
“So what do you say, my pretty lioness?” I sent a stroke down our bond and watched her shudder. “Will you let us worship you?”
“There’s ice cream on the table,” she said, a weak complaint.
“Say no more.” I stood and tugged at Miz until he let me out of the booth, then scooped my wife into my arms. Her legs went around my waist, the heat of her against my cock making me ache. I spread her out on the table of the next booth. “This one’s clean.”