Emily remains in the doorway, her back to me.
When she pivots on her heel, there’s a large smile blossoming on her gorgeous face.
“You don’t get to leave me,” I hiss, my voice a harsh growl. Her smile only grows, practically splitting her face in two.
“Come, Arsin, God of Flames.”
Without another word, I join the huddle of men surrounding my goddess.
Who would’ve thought that I would fall so desperately and helplessly in love with her, that even my fire only burned in her name?
HER EYELIDS FLUTTER against her chiseled cheekbones, and I tentatively touch first one and then the other. They feel softer than the wings on a butterfly.
“Open your eyes, my love,” I whisper, mindful of the other men sleeping around her bed.
We’re back in the apartment, cuddled together on Emily’s small bed. I can practically feel Desmond’s cock pressing against my asshole as he slumbers, and I just barely resist the urge to burn it away. But alas, Emily would be mad at me if I destroyed her lover’s penis. Sad world.
Back at Emily’s family house, Rebecca roused us awake and forced us to leave. There would no doubt be a ton of cops converging on the scene, but with Tate’s power, we’re positive no attention will land on us.
It’s been three days since Emily fell unconscious, and we haven’t left her side since. Well, I haven’t. The others, apparently, still have to pee and poop. Amateurs.
I press my naked body closer to Emily’s as she begins to stir.
“Sin?” she whispers drowsily as her eyes open completely, spearing me with a look that makes my cock twitch against her stomach. Probably not the most appropriate time to get a boner, but I don’t give a damn. It’s been way too fucking long since I last saw her gorgeous eyes. Last heard her voice.
The panic I initially felt when I thought I was going to lose her hasn’t yet abated. At least, not completely. I don’t think it ever will.
Seeing her on the ground…
In a pool of her own blood…
Her skin ashen…
“What happened?” she continues, voice a husky whisper. “I remember…” Abruptly, she sits upright in bed, panic flaring to life in her gemstone eyes. “Henry!”
“He’s alright, my love.” I nuzzle against her like I’m a domesticated fucking housecat. “When we arrived at the scene, Tate was able to convince a neighbor to bring him to the hospital. He’s going to pull through.”
We’d been worried, though, that he wouldn’t survive his extensive injuries. The knife was mere inches from his heart, according to the doctor. We knew that Emily wouldn’t survive the emotional pain of losing her big brother.
“Really?” she whispers, voice breaking.
“Pinky swear.” Instead of hooking my pinky with hers, I wrap it around her taut nipple. She glances down at herself, only just now realizing she’s naked.
“What happened?” Absently, her hands travel down her glorious body before moving to her forehead.
According to Rebecca, when our life forces entered Emily, the gemstone propelled itself out of her forehead, almost as if her body was physically rejecting its intrusion. I’ve never been more happy to set something on fire before, and that’s saying something.
“You were attacked by that bitch Athena,” I growl, and I suddenly wish she was still alive, just so I could set her on fire. Watch her skin char and her eyes melt from her face. Rebecca told us there was a second goddess as well. Some bitch named Mandy who apparently kissed Desmond back in the Realm of the Gods in order to hurt my beloved. I’ve never met this Mandy before, though, like with Athena, I wish I had been a witness to her death. Fucked up? Most definitely. Do I give a damn? Not in the slightest.
“And then…?” She trails off, chewing the inside of her lip in thought. “I felt it, Sin. I felt the gemstone sucking away my pain…my powers. It’s like…it’s like it was taking a piece of me, you know? Something I couldn’t live without.” She rubs at her bare stomach, where the source of all of our power lies in wait.
“I know, sweetheart.” I press my lips to the side of her head as she trembles in my arms.
“How am I…?” She leaves the question open-ended, but I can easily fill in the blanks.
How am I alive?
Once more, that blinding, blistering rage I felt returns with a gusto. My hands clench into fists as I quell down the innate need to attack, protect, and defend.
“We each gave you a piece of ourselves,” I admit, watching as her eyes widen and horror flits across her beautiful face. “A piece of our life force.”
Abruptly, that horror turns into anger as she pounds her fist against my chest. “Why would you do that?”
I capture her offending hand and twist my body until I’m hovering over her, her nipples brushing against my chest with every breath she takes.
“Because we’ll do anything for you,” I say vehemently, beseeching her with my eyes to never put me through that hell again. When she still seems hesitant, I grip both of her wrists and slowly drag them above her head. “Don’t you understand that? Don’t you see? We can’t live in a world without you in it.”
“Arsin…” she whimpers, bucking her hips so that her sweet pussy rubs against my thigh.
“We don’t know what this will mean for us,” I admit, watching her reaction closely. “We don’t know what this will mean for you, either. But I can’t deny that I’m fucking ecstatic that you’ll always carry a piece of me. There’s only been you, Em. And there will only ever be you.”
“I guess this means we literally are soulmates,” she whispers as she plants teasing kisses up the column of my throat.
“It means that
