Page 80 of Locked Souls

“You're going to squirt all over my cock like a dirty girl, aren't you?”

“Yes,” I shout as he pinches my clit and I come hard, almost blacking out.

“That's it, baby. You're so perfect, come all over me.” Ash thrusts faster and quickly follows me into oblivion.

I groan as I feel all of the wetness dripping underneath me and onto my desk.

“If I do say, Headmistress, your desk has been well and truly christened now,” Ash remarks, and I laugh at how silly he can be.

It was another thing that took some time to come out as he healed, but it was worth the wait. He's worth every nightmare and loss of sleep. Every meltdown and comfort talk. Every kiss. Every hug. He's perfect.

Just because you've been broken doesn't mean you can't pick up the jagged pieces and put them together in a new mirror.

Ash pulls back and kisses my sweaty neck. I'm going to need a shower now.

Sighing, he mumbles, “Did you forget what today is?”

I look over my shoulder and sigh as he gives me one more kiss before he pulls out of me, getting redressed quickly.

I turn, cringing as he walks over to my bag and grabs a tampon, handing it to me so I can soak up his cum.

“I'll never forget what today is, but I love you for trying to cheer me up,” I mutter. After fixing my clothes, I walk over to the door as Ash turns my desk lamp off and grabs my bag.

Levi is at the door, just like Ash said, and he's not even trying to hide his massive erection.

“You're an asshole,” he murmurs to Ash, and I laugh.

“I'll take care of you tonight, but now we have a birthday to celebrate.

Holding my hand, Levi kisses the massive wedding ring that the guys splurged on and surprised me with last year.

We also did something called a handfasting ceremony, which surprisingly, my grandmother performed.

The guys are spiritually mine now in every way, and they will never be rid of me.

A three-tiered cake sits in front of me in the palest shade of pink with purple flowers piped on the side.

It's beautiful. Eight candles have been placed on top, waiting to be blown out, but they won't be, because we won't light them.

Elijah sits across from me with Charity, and Benni is in his highchair, slamming his fists onto the tray, demanding cake, just like his father, Bastian.

Levi moves up behind me and kisses my neck. “I promised you once, and I'll promise you again, we will find her one day. We must have hope.”

I sigh with a small nod, then reach for the knife so I can cut the cake.

“Happy birthday, Angel. We love you, wherever you are, and we miss you.”

Epilogue

FOUR YEARS FROM THE END OF FORGIVE ME MOTHER ONE YEAR FROM ANGEL’S 8TH BIRTHDAY

You’ve got this. You are a badass bitch that takes no shit from anyone!

I continue my pep talk the whole drive to Heart Meadows. I can't believe I'm doing this.

I'm going back to the one place I swore I would never return to… But how dare that bitch think that she’s marrying my man!

And she had the audacity to invite my best friend!