Chapter 97 EPILOGUE 3: The Last Night
\[Tabitha’s POV\]
“Then we have tonight.”
If you asked me if this was the outcome I was expecting after taking down Titus and ending one threat, I would say no. I wasn’t an overflowing fucking optimist, but to know that in the end, the ones who stood beside me through this time would disappear one by one was a punch to the gut.
Atticus would be leaving to go to the unseelie court, Vance would need time to calm his clan and gain control, and Anthony was gone and would never be back.
“I think the lady wants you,” JD chuckles, breaking the silence that had fallen around us. “Why are you just standing there?”
“Shut up,” Atticus growls, reaching out and grabbing me.
It doesn’t take long for us to arrive back at Atticus’ home, and the minute we step in the door, my clothes are being ripped off along with his. Once they’re out of the way, Atticus is dropping to his knees and burying his face in my folds.
“Atticus,” I gasp, spreading my legs wider. “The door.”
“Fuck the door,” he growls, continuing his attack. “Let everyone see.”
As he speaks, he shoves a finger into me and begins to move it in time with his tongue, which is greedily lapping at my already swollen clit.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, feeling my legs beginning to shake. “I’m going to..."
The rest of my words get lost in a powerful orgasm while Atticus continues to relentlessly attack me. By his actions alone, it is clear that he doesn’t know how long he will be away, and because of that, he wanted to take advantage of every second we had together. Of course, I was fine with that, but if he kept on, he was going to make me cum again and again until I didn’t have any more energy.
“E-enough,” I gasp, grabbing his hair and pulling him away. “Why do you get to have all the fun?”
“Are you saying that you aren’t enjoying yourself?” He smirks, sending my heart into overdrive over how fucking handsome he looks. “It seemed to me you were.”
“Then I shouldn’t be the one having all the fun." I giggle, giving him a pull so he is back on his feet. “It’s my turn.”
Slowly, I begin to slide down his body until his monster is in front of my face and I can smell his delicious scent. Licking my lips, I take him into my mouth and wait until he wraps his hands in my hair and begins to fuck my mouth mercilessly.
He’s so damn desperate he is pushing as deep as he can go despite my gagging, and for tonight, I’m willing to let him have me any way he wants. Maybe it was because I too wanted him in every way, along with others.
Closing my eyes, I see Vance’s hungry gaze and feel myself grow wetter, but I don’t focus on it long as I know that since I’m with Atticus, he should be the one I focus completely on.
Reaching up, I claw at his thighs, urging him to move quicker until finally he is exploding into my throat.
When he finishes, I pull away and get up, then lift a leg that he quickly hooks underneath his arm so he can give me exactly what I want. And as he moves, I feel him expanding to the point where he gets stuck. This was the third time this happened, and until this point, I never actually asked what was going on.
“Atticus,” I rasp as he fucks me hard and fast. “What is that?”
Was asking such a question while we were in the middle of the deed truly proper? I didn’t know, but I feared that if I didn’t ask now, he would be gone before I could.
“How do you feel about children?” He asks instead while giving me a mischievous grin.
“Children?” I repeat, raising a brow. “Are you saying that you're..."
“Don’t think too hard about it,” he says, cutting me off while he lifts me so I can wrap my legs around him and he can carry me to bed. “Just focus on the moment.”
And focus on the moment I did as he fucked me again and again until he was collapsing on top of me and I could feel his heart rapidly beating against mine, and we’re drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, when I wake up, the spot beside me is empty, and I know deep down that if I were to search the house, I wouldn’t find Atticus. Leave it to him to disappear while I wasn’t aware to avoid an emotional goodbye.
Sighing, I sit up and take in the room around me until my eyes come to rest on a note that sits on the nightstand along with a banana and some water.
Feeling a flare of appreciation, I reach out and grab the folded piece of paper, then open it so I can read its contents.
Tabitha,
I’m sorry for leaving like this, but it’s much easier. Please take good care of yourself and the little being in your stomach until I return. I will do my best to finish things quickly, but I can’t make any promises. Don’t fall for another man while I’m gone.
Atticus.
“Little being,” I whisper, looking down and taking in my flat stomach. “What does…”
I don’t finish my words as understanding begins to dawn, along with memories of my question the night before and Atticus’ one that followed. So that was what was going on. He was knotting with me.
Instantly, anger rushes through me over his not bothering to ask me how I felt about it, but it is quickly replaced by anticipation over what life has brought me from here. I didn’t get to talk to JD the night before, so I still didn’t have any answers to my questions, but I had time to figure it out.
For now, the most I could do was learn to navigate this new path of life that I was meant to take and do my best to not fail those who now depended on me. When life brought twists and trials, the only thing we could do was continue to push forward since the alternative to that was to die, and there was no way I was going to do that.