I slid limply off Arach's body, glancing at his proud manhood longingly but too relaxed to move. A dragon rumble—a sound like falling stones—announced Arach's intent before he struck. I glanced languidly to my right and watched him crawl over to me. My husband pushed my legs apart possessively and knelt between them. With an aggressive pull, he brought my hips up, over his thighs and spread me wide. One of his deadly talons split my sex, the rounded back rubbing at the apex of my entrance as he angled his shaft into me.
I was sprawled in an angle, only my upper back on the ground. Arach moved over me as he slid home, bringing my thighs up with him so that they were bent down. He surged deeper with the angle, primal sounds grating out of him, and my body jerked under the power of his pumping. Then the smooth tip of his tail slipped into my other entrance and started a gentle rhythm. Rapture consumed me again, sinking into me with Arach's cock and claws and tail, sliding over me with his tongue and growling, and lifting me into glorious completion with the immense will of my dragon lover.
When we finally crested together, there were no words. No whispers of love or shouting of names. Only a deep, satisfied roaring that made the fire itself shiver.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Well, you look better,” Odin said brightly as Arach and I strode into the bedroom. “It must have been an intense fire for you to make you shift.”
Arach and I were still in our weredragon forms. We had burned away our clothing, and I didn't want to trace home naked.
“Phew, you smell like smoke,” Trevor wrinkled his nose and then frowned. “And male dragon.”
“We had an issue,” I admitted.
“What issue?” Re asked warily.
Normally, Re and Azrael wouldn't be hanging around Pride Palace so much. Re had his own palace and as head of the Egyptian Pantheon, he needed to be there occasionally. Azrael had his own place as well, but he'd temporarily given rulership of Shehaquim, the Third Heaven, to the Archangel Michael, and he'd resigned his post as the Angel of Death so he could spend more time with me and go to Angel University. Unfortunately, Aaru and Angel U would have to wait until this latest debacle was over. Until then, all of my men were staying in Pride Palace with me.
“Consuming fire as fuel is a talent I have because of my star,” I explained.
“Right,” Odin groaned. “I forgot.”
“We all did,” Arach said. “But Vervain can still heal herself with fire. It doesn't exactly fuel her, but it heals what she damaged.”
“So, we spent some time in the flames and I feel much better.” I headed toward my dressing room. “I'll just shift and get dressed. That should take care of the lingering smoke. Arach?”
“Yes?” Arach looked at me askance.
“You're a little lizardy,” Trevor waved at Arach's scaled body. “You might want to fix that.”
“This”—Arach drew a hand down himself—“is not something that needs to be fixed. It's something that needs to be envied.”
Re started clapping as he laughed. “Nicely said. I need to remember that line.”
“Still, maybe you should get some pants on, babe,” I suggested dryly.
Arach sighed and headed down to the suite he used whenever he visited Pride Palace. I emerged a few minutes later from my dressing room, shifted back into a human body and clothed in a black sweater dress. Arach returned a few minutes after that, wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. He looked fantastic in them too. I'd been trying to get Arach to wear more human clothes when he came to visit and had stocked his closet with all sorts of stuff, but he'd only recently started wearing them with any regularity.
I was about to comment on how good he looked—always praise a man when he does what you want—when Athena walked in.
“I have a bone to pick with you, Godhunter,” Athena announced.
Kirill was downstairs with the children, but the rest of my men swiveled their heads in her direction all at once. The tension became palpable and the testosterone was thick enough to slice.
“Stand down, everyone,” I said with an eye roll. “It's Athena, not Marduk.” I turned to face her. “All right, let's pick at your bone then. What's your problem?”
“You promised to contact me before you went up against the Finnish Gods!” Athena stamped her foot and magic sparked from her heel. “And then you went without me!”
I blinked at her. I don't know what shocked me more; the fact that Athena—one of the wisest women I knew—was bringing up a battle that happened months ago or that she did it like a teenage girl from Hogwarts.
“The Finns?” I asked in shock as I tried to remember. “Oh, right. Because they killed some Greeks.”
“Yes, because they killed some Greeks,” Athena growled. “I deserved vengeance. But no, you go off on your own and kill them all, like usual, then you go nutso and try to kill the rest of us. But oh, everything's fine now, and I'm supposed to just forget that you shafted me?”
“Who is
