“He won’t comenear you again,” Everett vows vehemently.
“Never,” Krystian agrees, kissing my neck.
Zaid’s hand tightens around my own. “Fuck, I can’t believe this. How could he?” He shakes his head with a look of disgust. “He watched you grow up. Practically raised you.”
“He goddamn groomed her,” Everett snarls.
“We need to kill him,” Rafe says softly, his voice a deadly purr.
“No.” I shake my head, still trembling from what I just witnessed. I immediately returned to the bunkhouse and told the guys what Ares did. A part of me was worried they wouldn’t believe me, but of course, I needn’t have worried. “If we hurt Ares, the other gods and goddesses will retaliate. They’ll kill us.”
And the thought terrifies me.
I’m not worried for myself, though, but my guys. I refuse to allow anything to happen to them, especially defending me.The best thing for all of us is keeping our distance from Ares and pretending that it didn’t happen.
“We’ll do it your way,” Everett agrees, his voice a soft rumble. “But if he tries anything again…”
“Nothing will stop us from killing him,” Rafe finishes.
The next year passes uneventfully.
We train, we fight, and we fuck.
Somewhere along the way, our friendship transitions into a beautiful relationship.
I love these men with the entirety of my being, and I know they feel the same for me.
“Yes, love. Look how beautiful you are riding my cock,” Krystian praises, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises.
Behind me, Everett kisses my neck.
“She’s perfection, isn’t she?” Zaid says from the armchair, where he strokes his cock.
“Perfection,” Rafe agrees.
He stands against the far wall, his arms crossed over his chest and his cock contained within his pants, despite the obvious bulge. I think my blood fae may be a little bit of a masochist. Just a smidge.
I smirk and begin to ride Krystian harder, my breasts bouncing. I rake my nails down my elf’s chest as my orgasm fast approaches.
“Fuck, yes,” I say, lifting my hips and dropping them back down.
And that’s when I feel a weight that’s always accompanied by someone’s eyes on me. The air turns stale and sticky, getting stuck in my throat. My stomach twists painfully, and I slowly peel my eyes away from Krystian’s face.
Ares watches from the doorway, stroking himself.
I gasp, stilling. “What the fuck?”
“Huh?” Krystian’s brows crease, and he tilts his head back to follow the direction of my gaze.
I can tell the exact moment he sees Ares because an incandescent anger—the likes of which I’ve never seen before—crosses his face.
“Motherfucker!”
Everett immediately attempts to cover me with his body, and Rafe stalks towards the door, magic sparking in his palms.
But Ares has already left.
Zaid tucks his now limp dick back in his pants, his expression wild. “We need to leave. Now.”
