Page 151 of Vengeance of the Gods

“I sit at your feet, ready to devote my life to you, to remind you of the eternal tie my life has to yours.”

Vega’s heart bloomed to life at his prayer, rushing blood directly to her head. It should have made her dizzy, but it actually did the opposite. It grounded her, becoming a reminder of the god she was… the gods they all were.

“I summon your heart, your mind, your body, and our souls.”

Vega floated, like the stars miles above in the sky called to them, and they could soar away into oblivion together.

“Vega Caelum, I am yours from now until the end of time. Let me prove my loyalty tonight and every other night. Forever. I live for you.”

Her heart answered, contracting in her chest when his eyes fluttered open. She searched and searched and searched, looking for any sign of deceit… but none came. Vega reached out her hand and pressed it against Bridger’s cheek.

He nuzzled into her touch like he’d been longing for it, placing a kiss in the center of her palm.

Vega wasn’t sure if she was breathing. “From now until the end of time.”

A thread of something she couldn’t place slipped around her heart, pulling tight.

Out of his pocket, Bridger pulled the ring she’d been wearing every day since Arlet returned it to her. She’d taken it off while washing up this morning, completely forgetting to grab it off the counter.

Taking her hand in his, Bridger kissed the finger it belonged on before sliding it back in place. “Everything I do, everything I will do, is for you. I plan to spend the rest of our immortal lives reminding you exactly how much you deserve to be worshipped.”

“What if my life isn’t meant to be eternal?” she whispered, afraid to ruin the moment.

Bridger never hesitated. “Then I’ll find a way to go with you. There’s not a realm in existence I want to be in without you there beside me.” He dragged his hands up her thighs, the material of the lounge pants soft against his hands.

The three words she’d been fighting over in her mind seemed to get lost when she tried to choke them out. She bit her lip and grabbed Bridger by his bicep with one hand. “Come here.” She guided him up, sliding back to the center of the massive bed as Bridger crawled his way over her body.

“I know you feel it too,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “But you can say it when you’re ready.” Another sweet kiss, this time on her jaw. “I, on the other hand, don’t plan on letting another day go by where you don’t know how undeniably, irrevocably fucking gone I am for you.” Bridger raised her shirt up to underneath her breasts, exposing her stomach to the cool air. He trailed kisses down her body as she propped herself up on her elbows, watching him work his way down her torso. “I love you.”

Electricity exploded inside, and Vega let out a moan of pleasure. Nothing but his words had her ready to topple over the edge and sink into the sweet bliss of his touch.

Another kiss, another confession. “I love you.”

“Bridger,” she moaned inside, because words felt too hard right now.

“I was so fucking stupid.” The vibration of his words against her skin sent goosebumps dancing across her body. “I’m going to make sure you know just how sorry I am.”

His fingers slid into the waistband of her pants, pulling them down her body until she was bare in front of him. The hunger on his face was the same she’d seen on the table in Vates… the same she’d seen in a coat closet in Fortis fifty-six years ago. “Gods, fucking gods, Vega. I’m so in love with you.”

Vega watched him lick his lips, spreading her open with one hand to get a look at how absolutely drenched she was for him already.

He ran his thumb over Vega’s clit, and her hips lurched forward, fighting for friction. “Baby, please.”

Bridger’s eyes snapped to hers, and a look she could only describe as feral washed over him. Every muscle in his body tightened, his jaw flexing from the force of his bite.

Vega had never called Bridger anything other than his name, be it his first or last. Bridger had never seemed like a nickname kind of person, but boy, oh fucking boy, had Vega been wrong!

“I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll wish you never called me that.” The gravel in his voice had Vega panting, readying herself for him as he lowered between her spread legs, flattened his tongue, and ran it from her entrance to the mound of nerves he eagerly sucked between his lips.

Vega gripped the sheets like they’d keep her body from writhing in pleasure. “Oh fuck.” She looked down at him with hooded eyes, watching as he devoured her and slid two fingers inside.

Her mouth watered at the thought of him in her mouth, craving the taste. In her daze, Vega must have said so down the bond, because Bridger chuckled, the vibration against her clit making her hips buck. “Not tonight, my beautiful girl. Tonight I worship you.”

Vega stifled her moan, biting down on her bottom lip until she tasted the familiar tang of blood.

Stars exploded across her vision as he flicked his tongue over her in a slow, languid motion, and his fingers massaged the soft spot inside her. “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you. No one else can.”

Vega plopped back, a hand shooting down to her hips where one of Bridger’s arms looped through her leg and held her down. She couldn’t sit still while having him between her legs—ever. Her nails dug into his wrist. “Fuck,” she moaned as Bridger loosened his grip only enough to let Vega roll her hips against his tongue.