Goddess of Pain

by Katie May

  Immediately, four different mouths descend on me. Avery tilts my chin back to drag my lips into a long, bruising kiss that leaves me breathless. He alternates between little nibbles on the corner of my mouth, using his tongue to soothe the sting away, and desperate, insatiable kisses that have my hips thrusting into Helio’s mouth.

  Desmond’s lips around my taut nipple are teasing. Tiny sucks followed by strokes of his tongue across the tip. Sin, on the other hand, uses his fire to heat my breast—before instantly taking the heat away to make it ice cold. The rapid change in temperature sends liquid heat pulsing straight to my core. Their dual ministrations are almost too much.

  And then there’s Helio.

  He feasts on my pussy like a man possessed. There are no tender licks or subtle foreplay. Each flick of his tongue is punishing. Each finger entering my tight channel leaves me wanton and needy. Helio is angry…angry that I almost left him, left them, and he wants me to suffer. He won’t ever say it in words, but he doesn’t have to, not my Helio. Every kiss against my oversensitive clit articulates more than one thousand words ever could.

  I can feel myself reaching the precipice, the combined stimulations almost too much, but before I can throw myself over, Tate snaps his fingers and all of the men immediately remove their lips from my aching body.

  That fucker!

  “Please,” I beg as Tate hands Helio a bottle of lube. Immediately, he begins lathering his cock with the liquid as my pulse skyrockets.

  “I call pussy!” Avery and Desmond both scream at the same time, waving their hands in the air. They scowl at each other before Avery relents with an eyeroll.

  “Fine. Take it. You’re lucky I’m nice.” He winks at me, and I can’t help but giggle. He knows that he’ll be heavily rewarded for playing nice.

  I move onto my knees, twisting so my back is now to Helio. Immediately, his lube-coated fingers ease inside of my puckered hole, and I whimper as my muscles clench around his digit.

  “Fucking hell,” Sin murmurs, eyes glued to where Helio’s fingers pump in and out of my ass.

  “Isn’t she gorgeous?” Tate purrs. He moves to stand on the other side of the bed, watching me like I’m a specimen in a lab. However, there’s nothing cold or analytical in his gaze; it’s pure fucking fire.

  “You ready?” Desmond murmurs, clasping the nape of my neck and drawing me in for a scorching hot kiss. I nod mutely; I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to speak out loud, even if I wanted to.

  Continuing to ravish me with kisses, Desmond holds onto my hips and thrusts inside of me in one fluid stroke. The feel of him inside of me is almost too much. Automatically, my muscles clench around his cock, and he groans low in his throat, the husky noise reverberating through me.

  “Come here,” Sin instructs, grabbing my chin and forcing my face away from Desmond’s. I automatically open my mouth as he shoves his monster cock inside of it.

  And then I feel Helio’s cock rubbing against my puckered asshole, and I brace myself as he slides inside, one inch at a time. He’s so fucking big that I grunt automatically, the vibrations from my mouth causing Sin to hiss, but the pain quickly transforms into pleasure.

  “You doing okay, beautiful?” Desmond questions softly, stroking my mane of pitch-black hair.

  I pull my lips free of Sin’s cock to breathe, “Yes.”

  Slowly, my men begin to move inside of me. When Desmond thrusts out, Helio pushes in, and vice versa until they find a perfect rhythm. I begin licking Sin’s cock like a lollipop as he tangles his fingers in my hair, holding my face still.

  “Fucking hell. You have the most gorgeous mouth,” he pants as he begins to fuck my face. But I can’t say I mind, too lost in the sensations Helio and Desmond have evoked within me. Tears spring to my eyes as I feel myself running faster and faster towards that cliffside. My entire body trembles as each thrust of their cocks stroke a fire inside of me, one that I don’t ever want to let out.

  The only sounds in the room are our lust-filled groans and moans and skin slapping against skin. We’re not simply making love at the moment; we’re quite literally fucking each other’s brains out.

  When I bring my hand between my legs to stroke my clit, I lose myself to the blinding white light of my orgasm. Screaming out my release, my pussy clenches around Desmond’s hard length.

  “Fuck!” he growls as his cock twitches, seconds before he releases his seed inside of me.

  I can tell Sin is close to coming as well, his breath coming out in shallow spurts, and he tightens his grip in my hair to keep me in place as he explodes inside of my mouth. Despite what you read about in romance novels, cum doesn’t necessarily taste the best. Still, I swallow all of it like a fucking champ as Sin pulls away from me, a wicked glint in his flaming eyes.

  Helio begins to pound into my ass in earnest, his large body pressing down on my own until my cheek is flush against Desmond’s chest. I can hear the distinct sound of his balls slapping against my skin, but before he can come, he removes his cock from my puckered hole, spins me around, and slams inside of my still wet pussy.

  He lowers his mouth to my breast and captures the tight nub, his dark eyes never leaving mine. The sight before me is so fucking erotic, I can already feel myself approaching another orgasm.

  In Helio’s eyes, I can see his love for me. His need. His fear when he thought I was going to die. His devotion and steadfast loyalty. All of the responsibilities resting on his shoulders. He’s always been the protector of the group, both to me and the other men, and I know that will never change. He cherishes what he perceives as his, and from the first moment I saw him, I knew that was going to be me.

  “I love you,” I whisper, cupping his cheek. His beard scratches against my palm, eliciting tiny licks of pain, but it only fuels the fire in my lower belly. “I love you so fucking much.”

  My words send him careening over the edge, and he comes with a roar, lowering his head so he can kiss me with all the pent-up lust and aggression he attempted to keep buried. I kiss him back just as fiercely as my body shakes with the aftereffects of yet another mind-blowing orgasm.

  When Helio pulls his now limp cock from my channel, I’m limp and satiated, but I know I can’t go back to sleep. Not yet. There are still two other men who were worried sick about me.

  I crawl on my hands and knees towards Avery, who watches me through slitted eyes. The lust emanating from his gaze nearly takes my breath away.

  “Hi,” I whisper, smiling softly at my best friend.

  “Hi.” His answering smile reveals two twin dimples on his cheeks.

  I know there’s still a lot I need to discuss with Avery, the most important being the people he killed throughout the years. Or more accurately, the people he didn’t kill. Obviously, all of those deaths were fake memories implanted in both of our minds, but I have no doubt Avery was behind the death of my perverted professor.

  But there’s no denying that I love every twisted facet of Avery with every inch of darkness inside of me. He once referred to me as his light, but that’s not true. At least, not technically. I have more darkness and pain inside of me than any of my men would like to believe. I live and breathe it, but I’m also capable of surviving it. The darkness doesn’t scare me. Not anymore. What scares me is not having these five incredible men by my side every step of the way.

  “Can you handle one more?” Tate noisily clears his throat behind us, and Avery amends, “Two more?”

  “Fuck, yes,” I breathe as Avery sheathes himself inside of me. I grip his shoulders tightly as he pounds into me, our eyes connected and sparks charging the air. We don’t speak, the only sounds are our heavy breathing, but when Avery comes, it’s with a roar that shakes the very foundations of the apartment complex. I can feel his shadows of death curling around my arms and legs, their touch resembling a tentative caress, before he reels them back in.

  “My turn, asshole,” Tate growls as Avery reluctantly pulls out of me. I turn towards my God of Decept
ion with a sly smirk.

  “Play nice, Tatey,” I jest as he pushes my back to the bed and wraps his hand around my throat.

  “I always play nice.”

  This time around, his hand doesn’t apply enough pressure to actually hurt, but it’s a reminding presence of who exactly is in charge. And fuck if my pussy isn’t here for that.

  I allow my fingers to travel through his dark chest hair before—

  “Is that a D shaved onto your chest?” I query, squinting at the minuscule D just beneath his right nipple. I swear, Tate’s eye fucking twitches.

  Behind us, Desmond roars with laughter and the rest of the guys join in.

  “Don’t worry.” Tate’s smile is the thing nightmares are made of. He lowers his head so that his lips are adjacent to my ear. “I’ll just shave off all of his hair tonight.”

  Before I can protest that I rather like Desmond’s silky hair, Tate pounds into me, and all coherent thoughts are lost. It’s brutal and desperate and savage, everything I have come to expect from my gruff, domineering lover. But when he stares into my eyes, his hand still wrapped around my throat, I feel treasured and loved. He stares at me as if I’m the only thing that exists in the universe. As if I’m the sun that rises every morning and the moon that speckles the night sky in brilliant gold light. Despite his abrasive nature, I know that Tate loves me. He can be a complete and utter ass, and I’ll always call him out on it, but it only makes me love him more.

  And as I orgasm once more, my body pulsing and shaking with adrenaline, I realize that I need all of these men. Their love and their guidance. Their friendship and their jokes. Without them, I’m just…pain.

  I don’t know what the future will hold, but with my gods by my side, I know I can conquer anything.

  EPILOGUE

  FIVE YEARS LATER

  “Gemma! We have to go!” I call down the hallway as I grab my purse from the breakfast table. “Gemma!”

  “Sorry!” I hear the distinct patter of tiny footsteps a moment before Gemma races around the corner. Her silky black hair, the exact shade of mine, parts directly down the middle of her head in loose curls. Her sea-blue eyes are framed by thick, sooty lashes that somehow make her five-year-old face appear older and more mature. There’s no denying that Gemma will grow up to be a beautiful young woman…a fact that is already giving her dads aneurysms.

  “Your uncles are expecting us in,” I glance at the watch on my wrist, “twenty minutes. Move! Move! Move!” I playfully herd my oldest daughter towards the coat rack where she slips on her tennis shoes and grabs her light winter jacket.

  It was a surprisingly easy decision to remain on Earth instead of returning to the Realm of the Gods. According to our sources, my kingdom was flourishing with no monarchy to rule it. They actually adopted a democracy where a member of each ‘family’ could cast a vote. And honestly? I was relieved. I love my life here on Earth too much to ever give it up.

  From what we gathered, there have been no ill side-effects of the men giving me pieces of their life forces. Well, except for the teeny tiny little fact that we’re now able to have biological children that encompass characteristics and powers of all of us.

  Rebecca suspects that it’s because they offered a piece of themselves, a piece of their very genetic makeup, which now makes reproduction possible. We’re quite literally made for each other, our souls aligned in perfect synchronization. Of course, that’s all speculation, but we have plans to talk to the God of Knowledge as soon as possible.

  We also have no idea how the aging process will work for our children, but Rebecca thinks that they’ll grow to adulthood before their immortality sets in. My poor, poor kids. Having to deal with their overprotective fathers until the end of time. I don’t envy them.

  “I’m so excited!” Gemma gushes now, clapping her tiny hands together.

  Henry called me the day before and told me that the adoption was finalized for their third child, a little boy named Rand. I’m happy that Rebecca’s relationship with my brothers has worked out. And though I know she’s upset that she’ll never be able to have children of her own, they’ve more than made up for it by fostering and adopting all the kids they can.

  My heart aches for my best friend. Despite everything, she’s still immortal, though her time on the Earthen realm is steadily changing her. Maybe, with enough time, she’ll be able to grow old with her husbands and kids, but I’m not holding on to much hope. Either way, I’ll support her until the bitter end…even if that means holding her hand while she attends her own child’s funeral.

  My brothers have been surprisingly okay with the realization that we were, in fact, gods and goddesses. Maybe ‘okay’ is too…tame of a term, but they only freaked out for a few months, Henry even less than that.

  When he emerged from the hospital in his wheelchair, he took one look at me and asked, “What are you?”

  So I answered, and our relationship has been flourishing ever since.

  Colton and Ray were an entirely different story. Colton was pissed at Rebecca for keeping it a secret, and Ray felt betrayed. Both of them were immensely confused when it came to me and our relationship. We weren’t technically siblings, but we had hoards of memories, thanks to Mandy and Athena. I’m just grateful that they came around, both for my sake and Beck’s.

  “Did you brush your teeth?” I ask Gemma, placing my hands on my hips. Her face turns an adorable shade of scarlet as she scrambles to her feet and hurries towards the bathroom without a word.

  “You heading out?” Avery asks just as he enters the room. He looks the exact same as he did five years ago, only his golden hair is slightly longer and styled in an immaculate faux-hawk. Today, he wears a short sleeve white shirt that clings to his muscular chest and loose basketball shorts. Blood speckles his cheeks and the collar of his shirt.

  “You have a little something…” I lick my thumb and brush away the dried, flaky blood. Avery blushes delicately as his eyes zero in on my lips.

  “Sorry. This one was a runner.” He smiles charmingly, and I can’t help but smile back. Because yeah, I totally married a serial killer. But what would you expect from the God of Death? He literally needs death to survive. Fortunately for the world at large, Avery only goes after other serial killers and rapists. And the occasional terrorist.

  As if unable to help himself, Avery presses his lips to mine in a tender, reverent kiss that sparks heat in my core. If his cock brushing against my stomach is any indication, Avery isn’t immune to the simple kiss either.

  Maybe if we’re quick…

  “Ew! Gross!” Gemma makes a face as she reenters the room, and Avery and I jump away from each other as if we’re on fire.

  “Who are you calling gross?” Avery asks, and Gemma giggles.

  “You are!”

  Avery lunges at our daughter and lifts her into the air, tickling her sides as she squeals.

  Smirking at their antics, I push up on my tiptoes to whisper to Avery, “I’m going to see if Desmond is ready.”

  Since we’re only driving up for the day, Desmond and Gemma are the only ones going with me. Tate has a shift at the station in a few hours, and Helio needs to train the new security guards he hired at his private firm.

  And Arsin…

  Well, he’s technically still wanted by the FBI after he “escaped prison.” And I don’t even know why I’m putting that in quotation marks because he literally escaped prison; it’s not just a fake memory implanted in his head. Apparently, that bitch Mandy placed him directly in a prison cell when we arrived on Earth. And Arsin? He used a match he had a friend smuggle in and lit the entire fucking prison on fire. Fortunately, Tate’s power of deception, and his position on the local police force, ensures that Sin won’t ever be caught, thank fuck. I’m not worried about my lover at all. Oh no. I’m more worried about the hundreds of innocent guards he’ll douse in flames in order to get back to me and his kids.

  I enter the living room to see him sitting on the floo
r with Matty across from him. Gemma’s twin has the same onyx black hair, but his eyes remind me of emerald gemstones instead of pools of water.

  “Mommy!” he screams when he sees me, and Sin immediately drops his hand…

  The hand currently holding a ball of fire.

  “Sin,” I give him a disapproving look, “I thought we talked about playing with fire in the house.”

  “He has to train, my love, especially if he wants to be like his daddy.” Sin smiles mischievously as I lean down to peck him on the cheek. He turns at the last minute, capturing my lips in his own.

  “Mommy, watch!” Matty enthusiastically thrusts out his hand, a tiny flame dancing on his palm. My eyes widen as I watch the fire lick at his tan skin. From what we gathered so far, Gemma has received my power to manipulate pain—both to take it away from others and feed off of it herself—and Helio’s power to see whether a person is lying or telling the truth. But Matty? Apparently, he takes after his daddy Sin.

  “Don’t burn this house down,” I warn Sin seriously, kissing him one last time.

  Sin snorts but doesn’t bother to contradict me, mostly because he knows it’s true. My last apartment? Yeah, the asshole accidentally burned it down during one of our kinky sex sessions. Fortunately, the guys had already been planning on surprising me with a new home located in a swath of forest miles and miles away from the nearest town. In every direction is nothing but gorgeous trees, and directly behind the farmhouse is a tiny creek. The guys also ensured that it’s only ten minutes away from the local newspaper, where I work part-time as an investigative journalist.

  It’s…perfect.

  Simple and elegant with two-floors, six bedrooms, and four bathrooms. We don’t need anything grand or ostentatious. None of my men need a room for themselves, so we all share the master bedroom on the top floor. And I think that’s the reason my guys chose this house in particular. Because that master bedroom? It’s massive. We’re able to fit a bed that comfortably fits all six of us and still have space on either side of the room. The closet has sections designated for each of us, and the bathroom has two sinks and two showers. It’s still crowded, but that’s what the spare bedrooms are for. If we ever need a moment of silence, a moment to escape, there’s an easy way to do so.