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His body dwelled inside mine, and it still wasn’t enough to extinguish the sadness.
Because he would leave again. His heart was divided between me and his grandparents. “You’ll take me with you next time?”
Shuddering with the effort to hold back, he framed my face with his palms. “I’ll take you tomorrow if you want to go. Next time we go, we’ll go as a family.”
My brain caught up with my body, and I rolled my hips. The insides of my thighs hugged him close as he stoked the fire inside me.
My walls fluttered, but my defenses held.
A solitary soldier defending the battleground, not knowing the war had already been won.
“I can’t…” I shook my head, caught on the precipice.
He pushed up on his hands and stroked deeper, grinding his pelvis against mine, and gave me the words, the most perfect words. “I’m yours, Hope. You can let go, beautiful girl. I promise I’ve got you. I will always have you.”
And everything clicked into place.
The siren, the witch, the mother, the warrior.
My body, my magic, my love, my strength.
All of me for all of him.
His body, his magic, his love, his strength.
“And I’m yours,” I panted as my body clenched around his. I dug my fingers into his muscles and tucked my face into his neck as my toes curled around his thighs.
“You better fucking believe you’re mine.”
His movements became more purposeful, his strokes harder. Faster.
“Hope,” he grunted my name and found his release.
Feathering kisses over my eyes, damp with tears, he gentled his hold. “I’ve got you.”
Little Girl
Ares
Sia’s voice came through the monitor loud and clear. Her time in Greece had connected her to her heritage, and she’d claimed her rightful goddess identity.
And the demanding attitude to go with it.
I cracked open one eye to look at the clock.
Five fucking o’clock.
Hope shot up in the bed. “Ares! Can I go get her?”
Sia hadn’t seen Hope in the flesh in three long weeks. I worried for a moment if she’d be scared. But I was so tired, and Hope was too excited, so I was willing to risk it.
“Have at it.” I rolled over onto my side. “I’m not going to survive the demands of the women in my life,” I grumbled.
At that, Hope grabbed hold of my pillow and yanked it out from under my head. “Shut up or I’ll cuff you to the bench downstairs.”
I barked out a laugh. “That will never happen.”
“What’s good for the goose,” she sang as she scrambled off the bed, the hem of my t-shirt kissing the tops of her thighs.
