“We won’t know for sure,” Avery admits, scratching at his chin.
“Obviously, we still have our powers,” Tate interjects with an eye roll. Lazily, almost lackadaisically, he begins to pluck my sensitive nipples, smearing the wax deeper into my skin.
“But Rebecca believes that we might have some traits that make us…human,” Helio adds.
“What does that mean exactly?” I can feel myself getting fidgety, both because of arousal and my own unrelenting fear that these men have sacrificed something invaluable for me. Something they’ll never be allowed to get back. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if they’re no longer gods.
“Again, baby, we don’t know for sure.” Desmond lowers himself so he can brush his lips against mine. I automatically open to him, allowing his tongue to flick against my own before he retreats. “But we don’t care what this means. We don’t care if we now have to live human lifespans. As long as you’re with us through it. We’ll happily have one normal life with you than an eternity without.” Seeing the unencumbered joy and love in his eyes, my heart shreds into pieces smaller than confetti.
“I love you guys.” I allow my gaze to encompass all five men in the room. “I love you all so freaking much.”
Tate lowers his head to my breast and begins softly licking my nipple, his other hand snaking across my body to knead my other one.
“And we can stay here, if you want,” Avery adds as he begins stroking his cock, his long fingers brushing across the slit at the tip, rubbing pre-cum up and down his shaft. “We don’t have to go back to the Realm of the Gods now…if ever. I know you want to be here for Henry, especially while he recovers. And I know Rebecca intends to stay.” He pauses, head canting to the side. “Huh. I should probably warn her about the poisonous gas I unleashed in her air vents at her apartment.”
“Avery!” My reprimand is cut short by Tate capturing my entire tit and suctioning it into his mouth. He stares at me through hooded eyes as his teeth graze over my nub.
Finally, he releases it with a pop and rests his chin on the top of my boob. “Can you stop talking about your brothers, please? You almost fucking died, and now that you’re here…” He trails off, eyes sparking with something dark, decadent, and sexy.
“Fuck you, Tate,” I breathe as he, along with the rest of my guys, scoot off the bed. Only Sin remains, still propped up on his elbow as his hand strokes his twitching cock.
“Fuck you right back, princess,” he snaps. Before I can continue our verbal sparring, he grabs my legs and flips me onto my stomach. Desmond wastes no time climbing back onto the bed, turning my face to the side, and kissing me like his life depends on it. “Helio, would you like to do the honors?”
“Helio?” I murmur into Desmond’s mouth. I can feel my gentle lover’s caress on the backs of my thighs, steadily rising but never touching me where I desperately desire him to. I moan as Desmond tangles his hand in my hair, tugging to the point of pain. I need more. So much more. I need—
Slap.
I release a startled yelp, ripping my lips free from Desmond’s at the first stab of pain on my ass. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Helio standing at the foot of my bed, his chest heaving. His dark hair is in tangles, and his beard nearly grazes his upper chest. I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever seen him this disheveled and unkempt, but I can’t say I’m too disappointed. There’s something immensely sexy and rugged about my giant lover sporting facial hair. His cock bobs as he meets my lust-filled eyes. Slowly, eyes hooded, he raises his hand and once more smacks it down on my ass.
“Do you know why we’re doing this?” Tate hisses as he leans forward to tug my face away from Desmond. The way his body is positioned puts his cock nearly at level with Sin’s face. As I watch, the cheeky God of Flames sticks his tongue out and licks the crown of Tate’s dick. Tate jumps, scowling down at Sin, but my crazy lover merely laughs unrepentantly.
“We’re doing this,” Desmond continues, when Tate remains too focused on murdering Sin with his eyes to finish his sentence, “because you almost died. And you had the fucking balls to act like we would ever let that happen when we had the chance to stop it.”
“Ovaries,” I correct automatically, panting. “I have ovaries.”
Helio whacks my ass a third time, and white stars dance across my vision as I moan in pleasure.
“Sin, Desmond,” Tate instructs. “Take a breast.”
“Oh! I can join in? How fun!” Sin grabs the base of his cock and begins to circle it around like a windmill while making enthusiastic siren noises.
“My fucking god…” Tate curses, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Helio helps position me onto my back once more, my ass still stinging from his spankings.
“Helio, I’ll let you take her pussy.” Tate nods his head towards my glistening lips. “But don’t let her come.”
Helio merely grunts in response as he lowers himself between my legs, grabs my ankles, and positions my body so that my ass is hanging off the bed and my legs are on his shoulders.
“Avery, kiss the fucker.”
“Am I the fucker?” Sin asks, waggling his eyebrows.
“I’m the fucker.” I wink, pressing a tender kiss to the hollow of his throat. Turning towards Tate, I see that he’s reclined in a chair pulled up to the side of the bed, fisting his hard cock. “What are you going to do?”
“Fuck your sweet, tight pussy until you see fireworks. Have you scream my name until you forget all about these other assholes. Make you mine.” His lips quirk as I begin to pant. Because yes, I most definitely
