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I pull my nightdress up around my hips and rise to straddle him. Wrapping my fingers around him, I stroke and draw a moan from his lips. His large hands span my waist and hold my nightdress up for me so I can rub the tip of his cock through the wetness between my thighs. I’m leaking for him, desperate to take him, so I quickly direct him to my opening and begin to ease down his length. We both groan as I rock my hips and work down until I’m fully seated. My legs dangle in the air, both of us nestled on this massive branch of this ancient tree, a tiger rummaging through the leaves above us somewhere. Neither of us seems to care about the strangeness of it. Here, there’s no oddness. We are just us.
I can’t use my legs for leverage, so I end up rolling my hips back and forth, shooting pleasure through my pussy when my clit rubs against his pelvis.
“Yes,” he purrs, his hands clenching my hips and helping me move. “Ride me, habibti.”
I rock against him, creating a slow buildup of pleasure. There’s no rush, no hurried, desperate roughness. It’s gentle, passionate, easy, and beautiful, just as Spade is. My tiger tamer. My kind killer. Because he’s so gentle with me, I’m the same with him.
Our climaxes build together, as if we choreographed it that way. We rock against each other, the gentle wave making both of us sweat within a few minutes. We moan together, our fingers caressing each other’s bodies, and his lips kiss along my neck before he gently tugs my nightdress over my shoulder so he can nibble me there. It’s so soft, tears spring into the corners of my eyes.
I’ve never felt so thoroughly cherished as I do with Spade.
“Come for me, habibti,” he purrs against the shell of my ear. “Take me with you.”
“Yes,” I cry, knowing I could never leave Spade behind no matter the situation. I’d take him with me. I’d take them all with me. Even into death . . .
We shatter together, our cries as soft and gentle as our lovemaking. He whispers words in his native language I don’t understand, but they still feel like sweet nothings in my ear. When his hands wrap around me and hold me, I do the same to him, holding on so tightly, I’d be afraid of hurting him if he wasn’t so large and muscular.
“I love you,” I croak, my tears still falling every so often. Home. This is home.
“And I love you, habibti,” he replies.
“Until death?” I ask, my heart throbbing painfully.
“Even after that,” he murmurs before kissing my forehead.
Sleep suddenly finds me in Spade’s arms, exhaustion finally winning out against fear. I don’t realize I’ve fallen asleep until the world suddenly moves and shifts, and I crack my eyes open and realize Spade is carrying me back to my tent.
Freedom walks beside him, her head brushing against my dangling arm every now and then, offering comfort and kinship.
Another queen who escaped her cage.
We’re all just beasts looking for love, I suppose.
Chapter
Forty
Afew days later, the cards still haven’t given me any answers. Frustration has me trying to open myself up more to the powers behind them, to the cirque itself, as I watch the children play and grow into themselves. Freedom looks good on them, even Melvin, who looks far healthier than when we found him. They have all put weight back on, their eyes brighter, but some of them are still quiet, their souls damaged beyond what a few weeks or even months of care can cure. It’ll take years for some of their trauma to fade. It’ll never go away completely, but eventually, it could lessen. My hope is that we can continue to offer them a healing environment to find themselves in.
Since I’m so open to the energy around me, to the cirque, she warns me of their arrival before I see the car come around the bend in the road. I straighten and whistle, warning everyone else. The kids immediately stop what they are doing and look in my direction.
“Get out of sight,” I tell them, “just in case there’s trouble.”
The older kids gather everyone and move them into the tents. I know they’ll keep them safe until we find out what the police want.
It’s never good when the cops show up, especially after the attack. Part of me worried they would retaliate at our audacity to survive and thrive, but instead law enforcement is on our doorstep. It looks like something happened to bring them our way.
Diamond appears at my side first, the others right after.
“What’s going on?” Spade asks, his eyes on the single cop car pulling off the road.
“I don’t know,” I reply, “but something doesn’t feel right.”
The gloom that’s been hanging over me since the cards spoke of death darkens as two cops climb from the car and adjust their belts. One of them has a large mustache he clearly takes pride in. The other looks young, fresh, like a rookie. Neither one of them glances at the tents with kindness as they take it all in, their lips curling up in disgust.
“What can we help you with, officers?” Diamond asks, his voice taking on the same tenor he uses for shows. He’s clearly trying to avoid any trouble before it begins. We can’t afford any more death after the last attack, even if it hangs over our heads like a promise.
“We have no business with you, circus freaks,” the older cop says, his eyes hidden behind aviator glasses. He looks over our group before his gaze settles on me. “Our business is with Ember Campbell.”
