And I realize, then, that all the guys would, in their own way.
Zaid would make a deal with Zeus, if that’s what it took.
Krystian would shoot the stars down, refusing to leave my side.
Everett would threaten the gods. And if that didn’t work, he would sneak up to the stars and steal them straight from the sky.
And Rafe? He would torture every god and goddess until they have no choice but to declare me Goddess of Stars. One star wouldn’t be enough for my psychotic blood fae.
The knowledge of what they would do for me isn’t just a revelation; it’s a damn homecoming.
Is it possible to fall in love in the span of days? Maybe. Or maybe it’s the emotions we felt for each other hundreds of years ago—the emotions that have been eradicated from existence—making an emergence, clawing their way out of the grave.
I…love these men.
At least, I think I do.
Lust bleeds through the longer I stare up at Zaid, taking in the smooth column of his neck. His high cheekbones. The sweep of hair across his forehead that doesn’t seem to want to settle.
“Thea…” Zaid whispers, taking a step closer.
And then we’re meeting in the middle in a flurry of tangled lips, gnashing teeth, and battling tongues.
“What the fuck are you two doing… Oh fuck,” Everett says, but we ignore him as we burst through the door of the empty bedroom.
Zaid kicks it shut behind us, his lips still on mine, his hands roaming my body. His touch is fiercely possessive, burning my skin.
I gasp and whimper, arching my neck to grant him better access. He swipes his tongue across the skin there, a guttural, sexy moan building in the back of his throat.
“Fuck, Thea. I don’t think you know how badly I want you. How badly I need you.”
“Show me,” I whisper, already reaching for my top and pulling it over my head.
We hungrily rip at each other’s clothes and throw them on the ground behind us. I crash onto the bed, Zaid looming over me, his touch lighting my skin on fire. His hand trails down my stomach to find that sweet spot between my legs. I gasp against his lips as he curls one finger deep inside of me.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already, sweetheart,” he whispers, the words slightly muffled since his lips are still pressed to mine.
I kiss him ravenously, desperately, raking my fingers down his back.
When a second finger joins the first, I rip my lips away from his to gasp, pleasure coursing through me in liquid waves.
“Zaid…” I whimper.
“I know, sweetheart. I know,” he soothes, continuing his relentless assault on my pussy.
He lowers his head to kiss my breast, his tongue flicking my aching nipple repeatedly.
Fissions of electricity ripple across my skin as I convulse around his fingers, screaming out his name—a benediction and a cry for mercy all at once.
“Fuck, Thea.” Zaid continues to finger me through the aftershocks of my orgasm, his pupils dilated with lust.
“Zaid…” I whisper, gently grabbing his arm to pull his fingers away from my wet cunt.
He watches me in confusion, frown lines knitted between his eyes, and I feel a zing of excitement sizzle along my nerves.
Slowly, I move onto my knees and straddle his body.
“Let me make you feel good too,” I whisper, kissing the hollow of his throat.
