“I was going to draw this out,” he whispered. “But then you lit up for me. I can't resist the call of your Moon.”
“Good,” I purred blissfully. “We have two weeks to fill with slow, drawn-out sex. Right now, I want you wild and joyous. This is a celebration; our first time together as a married couple.”
Re paused and stared down at me; our light mingling between us as our bodies did.
“I do want to celebrate wildly with you,” he said. “But our first time as husband and wife should be more than this.”
Re eased back and out of me, and I cried out in surprise and annoyance. But Re smiled softly at me as he quickly undressed. When he was gloriously naked, he helped me sit up so he could remove my wedding gown. When the gown was gone, he undid my bra and cast it away ass with the other garments, but my veil, stockings, and garter belt were left alone.
Re's smile turned possessive as his eyes raked over my body. “Pull your veil over your face, Lala.”
I lifted an eyebrow but did as he asked; pulling the lace forward before I laid back on the bed. It covered me to just below my breasts and my garter belt became a sensual border for my sex. Re exhaled audibly as his gaze fastened on the curls between my thighs.
“Now, spread your legs,” he said.
I bent my legs and set my feet to the mattress as I spread them; giving my husband a complete view. Re shivered as he tried to control his needs; crawling over the bed instead of pouncing on me. I smiled as he settled between my legs again.
“Are you going to stay this time?” I asked him.
Re lifted my veil and slipped beneath it with me. “Forever,” he promised with heavy-lidded, golden eyes and then sealed it with a kiss.
And I knew that he would. No matter what tomorrow may bring, the Sun God, Re was in my arms to stay.
Keep reading for a sneak peek into the next book in the Godhunter Series:
The Lion, the Witch, and the Werewolf
Chapter One
I looked out across my territory with a satisfied smile. Kirill was teaching Lesya how to stalk her prey. They were crouched in the high grass; a massive black lion and a little golden cub. Behind me, another of my husbands was spreading an assortment of books across my bed.
“Which should I take first?” Azrael asked.
I turned away from the balcony and headed back into the bedroom. It had been three months since I had returned from my honeymoon with Re and in that time, I'd made a few changes; the largest being an addition to the towers that bracketed my balcony and Lesya's bedroom. Each one had a new room on the bottom level; one for Re and one for Toby.
Re wasn't about to give up his palace, but I wanted him to have a space here where he could keep a few things when he wanted to spend the night. The same went for Toby. We were becoming quite the family, and a lot of it was to do with Trevor.
Trevor had stepped back into his role as Alpha with more grace than any of us had expected. He was still Trevor; my laughing, loving werewolf prince who used “dude” too much (thanks, Griffin) and grinned lopsidedly. But he was also the Wolf; my sexy, savage lover and possessive husband. He was used to the hierarchy of a pack, and once he had been established as the head of ours—joint head with me, thank you very much—he became a confident leader who directed our family unit with expertise. Trevor had been the one to suggest the new tower rooms. He'd also been the one to encourage Azrael into this latest adventure.
Azrael was going to school; the Angelic University to be exact.
I looked over the textbooks the Principal had sent over. My fingertips coasted over the supple leather covers of books on human studies such as Art History, Modern Cultures, and Politics. Then there were the larger books on angelic courses like Guiding the Will, Generating Compassion, and The Gentle Presence. And finally, universal subjects like The Aetheric Energies, Astral Projection, and The Composition of Heavenly Bodies.
Now that Azrael was retired, and he no longer lived in Hell, the Angelic University had no reason to exclude him from attending. But it had been Jerry's approval that had really opened the doors for my husband. Jehovah had been trying to keep the peace with Luke ever since the Devil had stormed Heaven to help Azrael rescue me; he'd been more than happy to pave the way to the University for Azrael. And he wasn't the only one who responded positively, the University President was so excited to have such an illustrious pupil in his ranks that he'd sent Azrael the textbooks so he could have an in-depth look at the subjects before he decided on his first classes.
“What excites you?” I asked even though I already knew the answer.
“Well, Art History, of course,” he said with a little frown. “But shouldn't I take something I'm not familiar with?”
“This is purely for pleasure, Az,” I pointed out. “Learn what you want to learn.”
“You're right.” His smile was radiant; nearly as radiant as the sun god who walked in.
“Off to school, kid?” Re asked Az.
“Making my choices,” Azrael said. “I'm going to start with some art courses.”
