Gray’s hands closed around my hips, uttering curses, and I tipped my head back as the storm continued to rage above us. The closer I climbed to my high, the brighter the gold grew around us. My aura was an extension of my emotions and it perfectly displayed the pure bliss that ran through my body.
“My golden girl,” Gray grunted, bucking his hips, abs rippling, and thrusting his dick further into me. If he continued, I was certain he’d split me in two. “So fucking filthy and so fucking perfect.”
Moving one hand from his shoulder, I rubbed at my clit in rough circles, desperate to find my release as fatigue set into my legs. Gray sensed my urgency and lifted me, helping me to keep my pace.
He worshipped my body just like he said he would. His hands, his mouth, his cock. Everything was focused on me until I couldn’t see straight.
The orgasm crashed over me, extracting a strangled scream from my lips in the form of his name. Pleasure licked at every nerve, making me feel everything and nothing simultaneously. As I collapsed on his chest, breathing deeply, Gray continued to pump his hips. The muscles he possessed even with the collar, remained powerful as he gripped me. His teeth sank into my shoulder as he came, filling me with hot spurts of his cum deep inside. Even when he’d finished, I felt the twitching of his dick and wondered if it was viable to stay like this in the storm for the rest of the night. I didn’t have the energy to move.
He nudged my head with his own so that I looked at him through the lusty haze.
“That’s my girl. Take what you want with no apologies,” he told me. “And never let anyone make you believe you are less than perfection.”
Quentin sat by the banks of the reflecting pool, listening to Ig who held court with her, Sloan, and Elva. The tension she carried since arriving here had disappeared as she tipped her head back, eyes closed, enjoying the sun. A true inhabitant of Elysia.
I shouldn’t have kept her in the storm last night, but my need for her was great and I didn’t want to waste a single moment. My concern came afterwards as I watched her sleep. What if she became sick? She was still partially mortal. Immortality may have been granted and she would heal quickly, but that didn’t mean I wanted to see her suffer in any capacity. But when she awoke, there was a distinct spring in her step and she seemed content to spend the day with the others.
“Please bring her home,” Erik said, joining my side and following my gaze. “She belongs here with you. With us. Look at her.”
“All I do is look at her,” I muttered. “What do you think I’m trying to do?”
“Have you thought about telling her?”
“Do you only ever have love on the brain?”
“And sex.”
I snorted. “That is something I can relate to.” I heaved a sigh. “I was thinking about telling her about the bond when we’re back on Earth. She’ll feel comfortable being back in her environment and I can break it to her. I don’t want to startle her. Quen’s slowly coming around to the idea of what she is. It needs to be handled delicately.”
I’d cook us dinner and let her complain about the lab and the work she had to put in to get things running again. She’d curl up against me on the sofa, head in my lap, and I’d tell her softly this time about my love for her and how it ran deeper than any mortal could comprehend. That her soul was crafted from mine the way mine was from hers. There was no other being that would fit together so perfectly because they designed us as a pair.
Erik hugged me with such force that I stumbled. “I’m so excited for you!”
The attention of the group shifted towards us, and Quentin’s gaze instantly found mine. She cocked her head to the side, hair falling over her shoulder and giving her an air of innocence. It was laughable that she could possess that look when I was privy to her darkest fantasies.
Shoving Erik off me, I walked over to them, settling down beside Quen. Our pinky fingers brushed as I set my palm down beside hers and she didn’t move. This was the most I could offer her in public. Other Gods sat scattered around the pool, having visited from lower Elysia to enjoy the sunshine.
“Ig was just telling us stories about Phillipe,” Quentin said, leaning her body towards mine. “You don’t have funerals here.”
“We cease to exist,” I replied. “And life moves on. There is no use in mourning when we have to continue to run things. Prayers will be divided between those who shared Phillipe’s gift.”
“Is that what will happen to me if the decision goes against me? You’ll all move on and others will take on my prayers?”
“You need to stop thinking you’re going to die,” I hissed through my teeth. She raised the issue so casually, but the prospect of that reality left me hollow. “Plus, you’re an anomaly. We haven’t had someone in charge of success for just over a century.”
“I thought there were multiple Gods that shared the same gift.”
“There are, but Liesl was the last.”
“Her existence...”
“Mortals are fickle. They stop believing. Stop being grateful. Many of them started to fade away from existence. She couldn’t fight against it in the end.”
“And the pool hasn’t gifted success to anyone else since? Why?”
“Perhaps it hasn’t deemed mortals worthy of a God with such a gift. Or perhaps it was waiting for the right one to come along.”
“There’s that golden tongue of yours.”
