Fuck.
"Tell me your majesty, are shifters aware of their own scent?" she teased.
I frowned, I never even thought about my own scent aside from when I needed to bathe blood from my body. Turning my nose down I inhaled deeply, confusion whirling inside my mind. I could practically hear Ethereal’s laughter but I shoved that thought aside, I would not dwell on it until I had all the information at my disposal.
"Is this your way of telling me I stink, little umbra?" I said, my face wrinkled with amusement and confusion.
She smirked and her voice was a whispered caress inside of me."Of course you stink, shifter. You reek actually…reek of delicious spiced chocolate…you are my new sweet obsession, just as I am yours. Nothing else will ever taste as good as you again."
Without any thought, I moved with my shifter speed, pulling her into my arms and devouring her lips with mine, that kiss earlierwasn’t fucking enough and I cared not who saw. I craved her, I wanted to strip her down till there was nothing but her soul to intertwine with mine, where there was no fate of the world on our shoulders, there was just us and our love.
Pulling away and breathing heavily, I rested my forehead against hers, growling."That's shit I'm supposed to say, little umbra."Brushing my lips along her now swollen ones, I added with a smirk,"I can't wait to see what else of me rubs off on you."
I brushed her hair back over her shoulder. She had changed it, instead of waves it was straight silky strands of black and blue and I loved how it fell like a curtain from my fingertips. Glancing back at her, I saw the shadows of fear flickering in her eyes, and I knew just where her mind had gone.
"Don't think of it now," I whispered gently through our connection."Lets try toenjoy this night with Riella and the new world she is exploring. We are sitting in the fucking stars. You're a fucking goddess and you are even more beautiful in this world than the first time I saw you."
Her hand rested on my chest, spreading wide over where my heart beat fiercely for her. "My world isn't a place, shifter. It's you and Riella. It is all I will ever need. Not a title, not power…just you both. I cannot lose you."
I picked up her hand and kissed it tenderly. "There you go again, little umbra. Saying shit that I would. Fuck, you're stealing my game, soulmate."
Worry formed a tiny crease between her eyes. "Emon."
Smoothing the frown with my fingertips, I trailed them down the softness of her cheek, the flawless skin of her neck where her pulse beat wildly, and then brushed it softly against her collar bone careful with the words I chose. "Remnant, I am fine, I feel fine…" glancing over her shoulder, I smirked at her father, the death god who had made his silent entrance at the same time I had devoured his daughter's mouth with mine, payback was a fucking bitch. He would pay for the shit he pulled today. I would make sure of it. "For now that is, the death god looks like he might murder me again."
Remnant shot me a stern look before her face took on the neutral mask she wore so well…and just like in The Under, I marveled at her performance. Turning to her father and sliding from my lap she addressed her father, "Shea," she said formally.
Still smirking, I shot an assessing quick look at my daughter, finding Kade had been occupying her strategically with anotherslice of cake, this time teaching her how to use a fork properly to eat it. The water fae had no use for such things, using their clawed webbed hands and needled teeth to eat.
Edging my cloud closer to my soulmate, I threw a possessive arm over her shoulders and leaned back in my seat. "Nice of you to finally join us. Now start talking, death god."
If he thought I’d allow myself to be ashamed for breaking in front of him then he was sorely mistaken. When I broke, I only rose up stronger than before, it was the only way for me to live.
The death god snorted, sitting beside Eve. "Would it kill you to keep a shirt on, shifter?"
I scrubbed my hair back, puffing out my chest just to piss him off more, and smiled down the table at him. "You tell me Shea, you are the God ofdeathafter all."
The death god growled and flourished his hand. Immediately, I was confined in a heavily furred rainbow sweater.
I bared my teeth at him in a silent snarl. I much preferred the hideous unicorns over this shit.
The death god tilted his head in response, watching me tug on the damn thing to loosen it from my body with both satisfaction and disappointment. "A pity," he sighed. "It would seem clothing does not kill you."
Eve shot him a look of disapproval.
"Just a bit of fun love." I heard him mutter the excuse towards his mate, her eyes burning with fury.
I was fucking glad I wasn’t around for that showdown, the tension between them more palpable than the one between him and I.
“Fun?” Eve hissed. “You promised Shea, you promised you would apologize and I am still waiting for those words to leave your mouth.”
Chapter 8
Grinning,Iraisedmybrow at the death god, watching him fumble to say any words, his eyes saying the opposite of what was caught in his throat.
“I—” he snarled, snaking his tongue across his teeth with glaring eyes in my direction.
Eve’s arms crossed her chest, darkness pluming around her, moving in tandem with her dark hair. “Anytime now,my love,” she mocked, the hard edge to her voice unmistakable.
