by Katie May
“No,” she states simply, jutting her chin out. Tate, beside her, rolls his eyes, and even her pretty God of Death seems uncomfortable with her declaration. Her God of Combat maintains that perpetual smirk, while her fourth lover grunts, folding his large arms over his chest.
“No?” I quirk a brow, allowing my gaze to travel over her luscious curves. As soon as I’m free of these restraints, I’m going to grab her and never let go. I’m going to make her mine, no matter the cost.
“No,” she reiterates, rising from her throne. It’s a little pretentious of her, to have a throne made of gold, but I’ll fuck it out of her soon enough. My cock becomes impossibly hard at all the possibilities. “I’m not killing you today, God of Flames. Leave if you must.”
Without another word, she strides past me, the rest of her men following in her wake. I gape after her in disbelief before a string of deranged laughter escapes my parched lips.
She’s leaving me?
How dare she!
Anger burns a hole in my stomach as my fire rushes to the surface, easily able to burn away the flimsy rope holding me. The guards scream, lunging for me, but I shoot a fireball in their general direction, and like the cowards I know they are, they shrink away.
Emily remains in the doorway, her back to me.
When she pivots on her heel, there’s a large smile blossoming on her gorgeous face.
“You don’t get to leave me,” I hiss, my voice a harsh growl. Her smile only grows, practically splitting her face in two.
“Come, Arsin, God of Flames.”
Without another word, I join the huddle of men surrounding my goddess.
Who would’ve thought that I would fall so desperately and helplessly in love with her, that even my fire only burned in her name?
HER EYELIDS FLUTTER against her chiseled cheekbones, and I tentatively touch first one and then the other. They feel softer than the wings on a butterfly.
“Open your eyes, my love,” I whisper, mindful of the other men sleeping around her bed.
We’re back in the apartment, cuddled together on Emily’s small bed. I can practically feel Desmond’s cock pressing against my asshole as he slumbers, and I just barely resist the urge to burn it away. But alas, Emily would be mad at me if I destroyed her lover’s penis. Sad world.
Back at Emily’s family house, Rebecca roused us awake and forced us to leave. There would no doubt be a ton of cops converging on the scene, but with Tate’s power, we’re positive no attention will land on us.
It’s been three days since Emily fell unconscious, and we haven’t left her side since. Well, I haven’t. The others, apparently, still have to pee and poop. Amateurs.
I press my naked body closer to Emily’s as she begins to stir.
“Sin?” she whispers drowsily as her eyes open completely, spearing me with a look that makes my cock twitch against her stomach. Probably not the most appropriate time to get a boner, but I don’t give a damn. It’s been way too fucking long since I last saw her gorgeous eyes. Last heard her voice.
The panic I initially felt when I thought I was going to lose her hasn’t yet abated. At least, not completely. I don’t think it ever will.
Seeing her on the ground…
In a pool of her own blood…
Her skin ashen…
“What happened?” she continues, voice a husky whisper. “I remember…” Abruptly, she sits upright in bed, panic flaring to life in her gemstone eyes. “Henry!”
“He’s alright, my love.” I nuzzle against her like I’m a domesticated fucking housecat. “When we arrived at the scene, Tate was able to convince a neighbor to bring him to the hospital. He’s going to pull through.”
We’d been worried, though, that he wouldn’t survive his extensive injuries. The knife was mere inches from his heart, according to the doctor. We knew that Emily wouldn’t survive the emotional pain of losing her big brother.
“Really?” she whispers, voice breaking.
“Pinky swear.” Instead of hooking my pinky with hers, I wrap it around her taut nipple. She glances down at herself, only just now realizing she’s naked.
“What happened?” Absently, her hands travel down her glorious body before moving to her forehead.
According to Rebecca, when our life forces entered Emily, the gemstone propelled itself out of her forehead, almost as if her body was physically rejecting its intrusion. I’ve never been more happy to set something on fire before, and that’s saying something.
“You were attacked by that bitch Athena,” I growl, and I suddenly wish she was still alive, just so I could set her on fire. Watch her skin char and her eyes melt from her face. Rebecca told us there was a second goddess as well. Some bitch named Mandy who apparently kissed Desmond back in the Realm of the Gods in order to hurt my beloved. I’ve never met this Mandy before, though, like with Athena, I wish I had been a witness to her death. Fucked up? Most definitely. Do I give a damn? Not in the slightest.
“And then…?” She trails off, chewing the inside of her lip in thought. “I felt it, Sin. I felt the gemstone sucking away my pain…my powers. It’s like…it’s like it was taking a piece of me, you know? Something I couldn’t live without.” She rubs at her bare stomach, where the source of all of our power lies in wait.
“I know, sweetheart.” I press my lips to the side of her head as she trembles in my arms.
“How am I…?” She leaves the question open-ended, but I can easily fill in the blanks.
How am I alive?
Once more, that blinding, blistering rage I felt returns with a gusto. My hands clench into fists as I quell down the innate need to attack, protect, and defend.
“We each gave you a piece of ourselves,” I admit, watching as her eyes widen and horror flits across her beautiful face. “A piece of our life force.”
Abruptly, that horror turns into anger as she pounds her fist against my chest. “Why would you do that?”
I capture her offending hand and twist my body until I’m hovering over her, her nipples brushing against my chest with every breath she takes.
“Because we’ll do anything for you,” I say vehemently, beseeching her with my eyes to never put me through that hell again. When she still seems hesitant, I grip both of her wrists and slowly drag them above her head. “Don’t you understand that? Don’t you see? We can’t live in a world without you in it.”
“Arsin…” she whimpers, bucking her hips so that her sweet pussy rubs against my thigh.
“We don’t know what this will mean for us,” I admit, watching her reaction closely. “We don’t know what this will mean for you, either. But I can’t deny that I’m fucking ecstatic that you’ll always carry a piece of me. There’s only been you, Em. And there will only ever be you.”
“I guess this means we literally are soulmates,” she whispers as she plants teasing kisses up the column of my throat.
“It means that our love is eternal.” I capture her lips in a searing kiss, allowing heat to leak from my mouth and into hers.
“We’re immortal,” she agrees, her responding kisses rivaling even my own flames.
“Be very, very quiet.” I grin wickedly as I line the tip of my cock up with her throbbing heat.
“Arsin…” I place my hand over her mouth.
“I thought I said to be quiet.” Slowly, with my hand still covering that wicked, naughty mouth of hers, I sheathe myself inside of her, inch by inch. She gasps, her eyes rolling back into her head, as I situate myself fully inside of her tight channel.
Nothing in this world or the next will compare to her pussy clamping around my cock like an iron vise. Emily Lopez, Goddess of Pain, was made for me, there is no doubt about it. And I was made for her, eccentricities and all.
I begin to rock inside of her as her hips jerk upwards, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” I ask, lifting my eyebrow and gazing pointedly to Desmond on one side of me and then to Tate on the other
. Avery and Helio are both sleeping on the ground, though I can’t imagine they’re comfortable. Oh well. Not my problem.
She nods her head eagerly, desperately, as she finally pries her wrists free from my hold. She begins to claw at my back, her fingernails embedding themselves in my skin, as I rut into her like an animal in heat. A fitting analogy, considering that’s exactly what I’ve turned into—a fucking primal animal claiming his mate.
Offering her a cunning smile, I light a tiny flame in my palm. Her answering moan, quickly muffled by her own hand, is marvelous. Without preamble, I lower the flame slightly so it hovers over her pebbled nipples. I won’t touch her with my flame, at least not yet, but I allow the heat it emits to course through her, evoking immeasurable pleasure in both of us.
My girl likes taking pain just as much as I like giving it.
I reach over Desmond’s sleeping form to grab a scented candle she has on her nightstand. Keeping my eyes on her, I place my finger to the wick and allow the candle to burn brilliantly.
“Fuck, Arsin…” she moans.
“I thought I said to be silent.” My breathing is erratic as I lift one of her thighs, switching the angle in which I pound into her. She shoves her hand in her mouth and bites down hard to keep from screaming. Fucking her like a man possessed, I slowly tilt the candle so the wax pours down over her bouncing breasts. She hisses at the initial sting of pain before that turns into a pleased groan. “Fuck!”
Unable to stop myself, I lower my lips to the trail of wax and begin to lick it off of her tan skin. When I reach her nipple, I tug it between my lips, swirling my tongue over the sensitive nub. My other hand fondles her neglected tit, tugging and twisting it until she’s screaming behind her hand.
“Come for me,” I whisper as her pussy squeezes around my cock. My hips stutter and my balls tighten as I drop the entire fucking candle on her stomach. The wax pools on her glorious skin as she cries out her release, voice still slightly muffled.
I peel her hand away and replace it with my lips, kissing her through our shared orgasm.
Fucking hell.
“Fuck, I love you. I love you so damn much,” I say around her lips. “You can never fucking leave me again. Ever. Or else I’ll burn this entire fucking world.”
Is that a crazy thing to say? Probably. But I don’t care. I want her to know how serious I am. This world will burn if she’s not here to keep it in one piece.
“I love you too,” she breathes, kissing each corner of my mouth.
“Well, that was touching,” a dry voice states from the side of me. I lift my head to see Desmond watching us with lazy eyes. Tate, on the other side of us, is awake as well, his cock straining as he eyes Emily’s bare breasts still dripping with wax. “But now, I’m going to fuck my girl until she sees stars.”
“We’re going to fuck our girl,” Avery corrects, moving to stand at the end of the bed. Helio stands beside him, all of them naked and all of them zeroed in on Emily.
A delicate blush clamors up her neck and to her cheeks as she meets each of our hungry gazes. I just made love to her, and already, I want a round two and three and four. Hell, I could live inside of her pussy if she let me. Which she won’t; I already asked.
“What do you say, Emmy?” I slowly slide myself out of her and scoot to the side, content to watch the show unfold. Already, my dick twitches, and I absently rub at the tip. “Are you up for an orgy?”
CHAPTER 31
Tears well in my eyes as I stare at each of my men, memorizing their beautiful faces. Sin’s right—our love is eternal and everlasting, and nothing anyone does will ever change that.
Desmond hovers over me, his shaggy brown hair grazing the underside of his jaw. He hasn’t shaved in a few days, making his scruff look even more prominent in the darkened room. He smiles softly, cheekily, but there’s an underlying pain lingering in his brown eyes.
“I thought we lost you,” he whispers, reaching forward so his fingertips can graze down the side of my face. I allow my eyelashes to flutter shut as I twist my head, planting a tender kiss to the inside of his wrist.
“I’ll never leave you.” I snap my eyelids open and glance over Des’s shoulder at Avery. My eyes travel over his beautifully sculpted body and his golden blond hair shorn short. “What does this mean? You guys giving me parts of your life force, I mean. Are we no longer immortal?”
“We won’t know for sure,” Avery admits, scratching at his chin.
“Obviously, we still have our powers,” Tate interjects with an eye roll. Lazily, almost lackadaisically, he begins to pluck my sensitive nipples, smearing the wax deeper into my skin.
“But Rebecca believes that we might have some traits that make us…human,” Helio adds.
“What does that mean exactly?” I can feel myself getting fidgety, both because of arousal and my own unrelenting fear that these men have sacrificed something invaluable for me. Something they’ll never be allowed to get back. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if they’re no longer gods.
“Again, baby, we don’t know for sure.” Desmond lowers himself so he can brush his lips against mine. I automatically open to him, allowing his tongue to flick against my own before he retreats. “But we don’t care what this means. We don’t care if we now have to live human lifespans. As long as you’re with us through it. We’ll happily have one normal life with you than an eternity without.” Seeing the unencumbered joy and love in his eyes, my heart shreds into pieces smaller than confetti.
“I love you guys.” I allow my gaze to encompass all five men in the room. “I love you all so freaking much.”
Tate lowers his head to my breast and begins softly licking my nipple, his other hand snaking across my body to knead my other one.
“And we can stay here, if you want,” Avery adds as he begins stroking his cock, his long fingers brushing across the slit at the tip, rubbing pre-cum up and down his shaft. “We don’t have to go back to the Realm of the Gods now…if ever. I know you want to be here for Henry, especially while he recovers. And I know Rebecca intends to stay.” He pauses, head canting to the side. “Huh. I should probably warn her about the poisonous gas I unleashed in her air vents at her apartment.”
“Avery!” My reprimand is cut short by Tate capturing my entire tit and suctioning it into his mouth. He stares at me through hooded eyes as his teeth graze over my nub.
Finally, he releases it with a pop and rests his chin on the top of my boob. “Can you stop talking about your brothers, please? You almost fucking died, and now that you’re here…” He trails off, eyes sparking with something dark, decadent, and sexy.
“Fuck you, Tate,” I breathe as he, along with the rest of my guys, scoot off the bed. Only Sin remains, still propped up on his elbow as his hand strokes his twitching cock.
“Fuck you right back, princess,” he snaps. Before I can continue our verbal sparring, he grabs my legs and flips me onto my stomach. Desmond wastes no time climbing back onto the bed, turning my face to the side, and kissing me like his life depends on it. “Helio, would you like to do the honors?”
“Helio?” I murmur into Desmond’s mouth. I can feel my gentle lover’s caress on the backs of my thighs, steadily rising but never touching me where I desperately desire him to. I moan as Desmond tangles his hand in my hair, tugging to the point of pain. I need more. So much more. I need—
Slap.
I release a startled yelp, ripping my lips free from Desmond’s at the first stab of pain on my ass. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Helio standing at the foot of my bed, his chest heaving. His dark hair is in tangles, and his beard nearly grazes his upper chest. I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever seen him this disheveled and unkempt, but I can’t say I’m too disappointed. There’s something immensely sexy and rugged about my giant lover sporting facial hair. His cock bobs as he meets my lust-filled eyes. Slowly, eyes hooded, he raises his hand and once more smacks it down on my ass.
“Do you know why we’re doi
ng this?” Tate hisses as he leans forward to tug my face away from Desmond. The way his body is positioned puts his cock nearly at level with Sin’s face. As I watch, the cheeky God of Flames sticks his tongue out and licks the crown of Tate’s dick. Tate jumps, scowling down at Sin, but my crazy lover merely laughs unrepentantly.
“We’re doing this,” Desmond continues, when Tate remains too focused on murdering Sin with his eyes to finish his sentence, “because you almost died. And you had the fucking balls to act like we would ever let that happen when we had the chance to stop it.”
“Ovaries,” I correct automatically, panting. “I have ovaries.”
Helio whacks my ass a third time, and white stars dance across my vision as I moan in pleasure.
“Sin, Desmond,” Tate instructs. “Take a breast.”
“Oh! I can join in? How fun!” Sin grabs the base of his cock and begins to circle it around like a windmill while making enthusiastic siren noises.
“My fucking god…” Tate curses, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Helio helps position me onto my back once more, my ass still stinging from his spankings.
“Helio, I’ll let you take her pussy.” Tate nods his head towards my glistening lips. “But don’t let her come.”
Helio merely grunts in response as he lowers himself between my legs, grabs my ankles, and positions my body so that my ass is hanging off the bed and my legs are on his shoulders.
“Avery, kiss the fucker.”
“Am I the fucker?” Sin asks, waggling his eyebrows.
“I’m the fucker.” I wink, pressing a tender kiss to the hollow of his throat. Turning towards Tate, I see that he’s reclined in a chair pulled up to the side of the bed, fisting his hard cock. “What are you going to do?”
“Fuck your sweet, tight pussy until you see fireworks. Have you scream my name until you forget all about these other assholes. Make you mine.” His lips quirk as I begin to pant. Because yes, I most definitely wouldn’t mind him doing that. “But for now, I’m content to watch. You may begin, boys.”
