Logan gasped, pulling away, staring down at the tendrils of smoke where her slick had dripped down her thighs and met one of the symbols. The henna disintegrated like ash, leaving a shiny gold script behind.
“That’s not what color henna is supposed to be,” she said curiously.
I dropped to my knees, running a fingertip over the mark. “Looks like it’s sticking, though.”
“My magic isn’t going to turn it into some weird permanent thing, is it?”
“Hard to say. It would be a solution to keeping your magic under control if it works, but I can understand not wanting to be head to toe in markings long term.”
“Do you think Shakti will be mad I managed to spoil her work?”
I laughed softly, rising back up to meet Logan’s gaze. “I would imagine she expected it to happen. Hard enough to avoid when it’s contained to one spot, let alone when it covers your whole body.”
“If it wasn’t for such an important purpose, I would let you ruin all of it in the nest right now.” Logan huffed.
“If you want to play to center yourself, I’m sure we could manage something without smearing the henna.”
“I want to play toconnectwith you. We haven’t had enough time together since coming here and I miss you.”
I shouldn’t have been nearly as surprised as I was. Having years as Logan’s only partner had spoiled me. Now she had so many of us I almost forgot that shecouldmiss me. My sweet omega had more attention than she knew what to do with. Maybe part of me assumed I was replaceable, or at the very least that the others would fill the gaps enough she might not notice, but she had. Even with all the changes and chaos, Logan had done her best to continue reaching back for me while she charged ahead.
Her time was a commodity we had to share, but her love? She had more than enough to spare.
About time you understood.The voice echoed into my bones, sliding over me like cool water, the hint of teasing and affection alleviating the nervousness that always came when the goddess spoke directly to me.
I might learn slowly about some things, but I do eventually learn.
You do. I’m proud of you. The difficult part of this isn’t over yet, but you’re far enough down this path now for me to say so. Trust your heart, and trust hers.
Hecate’s presence vanished as quickly as it had come. Logan looked at me curiously and my gaze slid to a silk scarf that had tumbled from its place on the roof of the nest, then to the beams crossing the ceiling.
I fetched the silk and Logan offered her wrists without me having to say a thing. Within moments her arms were overhead, the silk hung over the beam. I gave it a bit more length than I usually would so she didn’t have to balance on her toes and have her arms pressed against her ears. This way we could accommodate the marks and Logan would have to rely as much on herself as on the ties to stay right where she was.
“Have I told you lately how fucking gorgeous you are?”
“Not as recently as I would like.”
“Allow me to correct that, then. You are—” I brushed my lips against hers. “—exquisite.” I wove my fingertips between designs, leaning forward to wrap my lips around one peaked nipple. “A treasure I searched my whole life for.”
Logan’s gasp shot straight down my spine, stirring my cock to life. I sank to my knees, lifting one of her feet to balance against my chest while I traced my thumb over her dripping slit.
“My own personal goddess to worship.”
“Caden.”
I would never get over the way she whined my name, the begging laced through it with those two simple syllables.
Kissing one bare spot on her thigh, I let my fingers press into her, grinding her clit while she shivered head to toe, struggling to maintain her balance.
“Fuck.” Logan’s skin heated beneath my touch.
“You’re being such a good girl. I’ll give you everything you need but you have to hold still.”
She nodded frantically.
Her slick dripped down my arm and her thighs, hitting new markings and making the henna sizzle right off her body. It was a shame she had so many on her thighs so I couldn’t get my mouth on her, but I could ruin her just as easily this way.
Slow and steady ruined her as effectively as hard and fast. My omega had never been picky so long as she was getting attention. And, lucky for her, I planned to do nothing but that for the rest of my days, worshiping at her altar no matter how many other supplicants might be on their knees next to me.
