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Yes, that wasexactlywhat he meant.
Grace flopped back into the grass, blushing furiously as Wild threw her legs over his shoulders and flipped her skirt up to her stomach, before settling his face between her thighs and feasting.
On my cum.
I might have been redder than Grace, though according to the bond, both of us seemed to have hit a level beyondturned on. Grace squirmed, her embarrassment drowned out by lust as she found her release, one orgasm stretching languidly into another as Wild lavished more attention on her clit.
Hoping I wasn’t being too obvious, I leaned in a little closer, memorizing what he was doing. Just in case.
“So good, so good, so good,” Grace chanted, gasping for air. Wild let up his relentless ministrations, crawling over her body with a smug grin, lips shining from our shared release.
“You always taste good, darling, butthat.” He groaned, fisting his shaft before lining it up and sliding into her pussy with one smooth thrust. “Fucking delicious.”
He grabbed Grace’s hands, pinning them on either side of her head.
“Pístis, elpís, agápe.”
She smiled beatifically up at him, legs wrapping around his waist.
“Pístis, elpís, agápe,”Grace repeated as her eyes fell closed, the act of reclaiming her final bonded enough to push her over the edge again. My head spun at the sudden rush of blood back to my cock. This couldn’t be healthy. I was going to die all over again, this time from being too horny.
Wild lost whatever restraint he’d been managing, hitching Grace’s legs up with his forearms and fucking her into the ground. And shelovedit. It was such a feast for the eyes, I couldn’t decide where to look. My gaze darted between Grace’s blissed-out face, the swell of her breasts, Wild’s hungry expression, and the way his powerful thighs and butt flexed as he pumped into her.
Did I really get to call these two mine? How was I this lucky?
“Give me one more,” Wild demanded, shifting his angle slightly so he was hitting Grace’s clit with each thrust. Her eyes rolled back into her head, spine arching clean off the ground as she peaked, Wild’s movements stuttering to a stop as he followed.
I groaned quietly, hunching forward and massaging my aching cock. Feeling Grace’s lust magnified the sensations by a million, and I vaguely wondered how Riot and Dare ever got anything done.
“Happy?” Grace whispered, glancing between us. Her face shone with sweat, making her look like a glowy goddess in the last vestiges of the low, golden sunlight.
“You can feel we are,” Wild rasped while I nodded, maybe a little enthusiastically.
“Wouldn’t it be nice if you could feel each other?” Grace pressed, a sleepy, coy smile on her face.
“Minx.” Wild propped himself up on his elbows, dropping a kiss on Grace’s nose before pulling out, using his shirt to clean her up and smoothing her skirt down over her legs. “The sun has gone down. But we’re not in a rush, are we?”
He was checking in on me and verifying that I was okay all at once, and I appreciated it. Therewasno rush, and I was glad that I had a moment to adjust to the bond with Grace for a minute. Unlike the others, it wasn’t a familiar coming home sensation for me, not anymore. It was new, and incredible, and strange. And when Wild and I took that step, I knew I’d love it then too.
“Come here,” Wild ordered softly, wrapping an arm around Grace’s shoulder and lying back down in the grass, spreading his other arm out for me to snuggle into his other side.
The three of us lay together in perfect, contented silence, staring up at the skies as the stars emerged, watching the occasional streaks of gold of gods traversing the earth flashing through the night.
Epilogue 1
TWOYEARSAFTERTHERESTORATION
You’re getting too big for this,I thought, staring down at where Quinn was napping in the sling, her cheek pressed to my chest, and her arms and legs sticking straight out like scarecrow limbs at her sides. At age three, naps were mostly a rare occurrence these days, but we were on the boat, Arsène ferrying us up the coast of Croatia on official Prophêtis business, and Quinn couldn’t keep her eyes open with Poseidon’s gentle waves rocking us day in and day out.
“Let me take her?” Dare asked, crossing the deck to where I was pacing, admiring the view of the Adriatic and the white coastline, covered in a healthy smattering of lush green vegetation. He set down two cups of watered-down wine he’d brought out for us, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips, before disentangling Quinn with ease and shifting her into his arms.
It was unfair how easy he made that look. If I so much as thought about putting her down, she’d be awake and giving me accusatory eyes before I could blink.
“Want the sling?” I offered, untying it from around my waist.
“Nah, I’ll go lie down with her in the cabin.” Dare grimaced. “Daimons may be immune to hangovers, but even I’m feeling a little sore after the past few days.”
“I’m not surprised,” I laughed. Wherever our merry band of heroes went, parties usually followed. Often becausegodsfollowed, instinctively called to worship in general, but also to wherever I was, because I’d been blessed with a voice that carried, even if it sometimes felt like a curse.
