Guilt shot through me as I thought of Re, but then I remembered what Alaric had said; how my reaction to my husbands would be even more powerful. That confirmed it for me; Blue must be one of my husbands, and that made this okay, right? I was reuniting with my husband; hopefully, Re would understand.
I could hear Alaric saying something in the back of my mind, but I was too focused on Blue now; his hands kneading my flesh, his heat warming me, and his mouth doing magical things to my body. I pulled at his clothing; yanking off everything that stood between us. Blue paused in his ministrations to help me and soon, we were writhing naked against each other.
Blue kissed his way down my stomach and started a sensual licking between my legs. His elegant fingers began to work at my flesh and then slide into me; gently thrusting as his tongue flicked at me.
And then, he bit me.
My back arched with ecstasy as my hands went to Blue's head; to hold him to me. I looked down and saw him staring up at me; his lips tight to my skin as he sucked and licked. Another memory superimposed itself over reality, and I saw Blue doing the very same thing to me, except I was laying across a stone altar. We had done this before, but I didn't mind the repeat.
My pleasure compounded until I was thrust into orgasm, and as I came, Blue surged up and slid inside me. We both gasped at the feeling of completion, and he lowered himself so we could hold tightly to each other as we rode the wave of pleasure all the way to shore. Then Blue rolled onto the floor and eased me in against his side. I hung a leg over his and draped myself across his chest; feeling satisfied and complete.
No! Alaric's voice finally became clear as I was coming down from the wild ride. He's not one of your husbands!
My eyes shot open, and my heart began to race.
What do you mean? I shrieked in my head. I remember him; I remember having sex with him. And I love him!
You don't love him like that, and the sex was just a dream. Blue was broken and twisted, and you fixed him; just as you did today. Alaric said. But you were meant to become friends, not lovers.
Well, it looks as if that has changed.
No shit. Alaric was silent awhile and then said. You'll have to make this work; convince Huitzilopochtli to join you in hunting Aion and Nyx.
Should I tell him everything about this time change?
Mostly everything, Al huffed. You'll have to go with the husband story for now. If we fix this, it won't matter anyway.
And if we don't?
Then you might end up with another husband, Vervain.
Chapter Thirty-Four
“I'm a cad,” Blue murmured as he sat up; cradling me to his chest as he did. “I've taken you on the floor like a harlot. Please forgive me.”
“We were both participating,” I said gently.
“Nonsense,” Blue said as he stood. “This is my home; I should have carried you to bed. In my defense; I was overwhelmed by emotion.”
“So was I,” I whispered as I stroked his sharply-angled cheek.
I couldn't understand how this man had only been a friend to me; there was so much passion between us. What happened to turn that passion into friendship? But as I focused on Blue and the feelings I had for him, I realized that Alaric was right; I just didn't feel as strongly for him as I did Re. And that ate at me. Because if Blue and I had been married once, I could have forgiven myself for betraying Re. But if we had only been friends, then not only had I cheated on Re, I had also cheated on those men who were my real husbands.
It was too much to deal with. So, I pushed it aside for the moment and made up my mind to roll with the decision I'd made. I didn't know those other men so the only man who I was truly concerned about hurting was Re. Re was a sensualist; I knew, in my heart, that he would understand. Would I be okay if the situation was reversed? Hell, no; and that really bothered me. But again, it wasn't something I could do anything about. What was done, was done.
Unless some time god screwed with me again.
Blue carried me out of the stone room and down a hallway. He took me into a luxurious bedroom done in shades of blood-red. His bed was enormous; with four posters and red velvet curtains. Across from it, there was a fireplace that seemed superfluous; what with the tropical environment we were in. But it was beautiful; as was everything else in the room. It felt very masculine despite all of the Gothic frills and wood carvings.
“Let me make it up to you,” Blue said as he gently laid me on the bed.
Blue climbed up beside me; sliding his body along mine. I rolled onto my side so I could lean over him and run my hand down the hard curves of his chest. Blue sighed in delight and started his own exploration of my body. But then I stopped myself; we needed to talk before we got distracted again.
“Wait.” I caught his hand and held it. “I need to tell you a few things.”
“This is strange; I know,” he said. “But in our world, things like this happen all the time. I think we should accept it as the gift it is, and not worry about
