Page 15 of Greedy Gods


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Eventually the swelling deflates enough for Everett to slip free. I feel his absence like a tangible loss, my core aching and empty.

But Lucian pulls me close, pressing gentle kisses over my face. "You did so well, darling. We're all here."

The reminder of my mates' presence settles me. I bask in their combined scents and the warmth of their bodies bracketing mine.

Later, we share a bath, my alphas taking turns washing me with reverent hands. Their tender caresses are a balm on my pleasantly sore body.

After we dry off, Adar insists on carrying me back to bed. I let him fuss over me, secretly thrilled by their protectiveness.

Safe in their arms, I drift towards sleep, utterly spent and satisfied. The looming war seems very far away right now.

Tomorrow I'll worry about Teller, and the future of the packs. But tonight, I'm exactly where I belong—claimed by my devoted alphas.

I awake slowly, blinking against the sunlight streaming in through the cabin windows. For a moment, I simply bask in the cozy nest of furs, breathing in the earthy scent embedded in them.

A warm weight shifts behind me, and I feel the tickle of Thale's beard against my shoulder as he nuzzles into me. His strong arm tightens around my waist, enveloping me in his reassuring bulk.

I lace my fingers through his, marveling at the contrast of his massive hand against my own. Thale could crush stone in that grip, yet he holds me as gently as if I were a fledgling bird.

"Good morning, dear one," he rumbles, voice still rough with sleep.

Rolling over to face him, I trace the rugged lines of his beloved face. "Hello, my oak."

Thale's features soften, forest green eyes glowing with affection. We share a slow, sweet kiss, simply savoring the reconnection.

I've missed having my sturdy oak beside me at night. Warding the expanded borders kept him away from me last night. But now with the territory secured, he is finally able to rejoin me.

As the kiss deepens, I feel Thale's hands begin to wander, tracing reverent paths along my body. I sigh encouragement against his mouth, my own fingers tracing the thick cords of muscle in his arms.

When we finally draw back, Thale's gaze is heated. "Forgive me, dear one. After so many hours apart, having you in my arms again stirs my blood." His big hand cups my cheek tenderly. "I have missed you more than words can express."

My heart swells with emotion. "And I you, my god. But you don't need to apologize for wanting me." I cover his hand with my own. "Please, make me yours once more."

A rumble escapes Thale's chest. With infinite care, he lowers me back against the pillows. I open my arms in welcome as he covers me with his powerful body.

We undress one another slowly, hands roaming newly bared skin. Thale's hot mouth trails kisses down my throat and over my breasts, stoking the flames building within me.

When his fingers find my slick folds, I gasp his name. Thale growls approvingly at the evidence of my arousal. He takes his time preparing me thoroughly, until I'm writhing with need.

"Please, my alpha," I finally beg, "I need you."

Thale rumbles reassurance, settling between my thighs. He keeps his forest green eyes locked with mine as he guides his thick, rigid length to my slick entrance.

I gasp as the broad head nudges my sensitive folds apart. I can already feel his knot beginning to swell with arousal.

"Breathe, dear one," Thale murmurs. "I will go slowly."

The first press of him breaching me makes me moan. The thick slide of his shaft stretching me open is almost too much to take. But I focus on relaxing as he sinks inside by inches, allowing my body to gradually adjust around his considerable girth.

When Thale finally seats himself to the hilt, I let out a shattered cry. I've never felt so perfectly filled and completed.

He stills, jaw clenched with restraint. I know it's taking every ounce of his control not to start driving into me.

"Please," I gasp, "I need to feel you move."

I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, urging him deeper. With a groan, Thale begins to move—deep, powerful strokes that light every nerve within me.

"Yes, just like that," I cry, nails raking down his broad back.

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