Gray was made for me.
This irritating, destructive, chaotic… sexy, caring, and thoughtful God was made for me. My breath caught in my throat as the enormity of the bond settled on me again.
Throughout my life, I lacked a sense of belonging. Even with Mum and Dad, there were moments where the lack of shared blood made me feel like a puzzle piece drifting in the vast universe, completely untethered.
“What are you staring at?” If Gray meant for it to come out as threatening, he failed because it was a sleepy mumble as he opened his stormy blue eyes.
“At my—" I started to answer.
Boyfriend seemed like such an insignificant word. It didn’t encompass everything Erik had unveiled, or that I felt.
A smile pulled at the corner of Gray’s mouth. “Yes?”
More silence from me.
“Say it, Scott,” he demanded.
“Soulbound.”
Gray moved so quickly I didn’t even register it. He sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard, and pulled me so that I straddled his lap. There wasn’t a trace of sleep left in his expression. Without the blanket around me, the chill of the room hit my naked body and my hairs raised.
“Soulbound,” Gray repeated.
The deep timbre of his voice and the way he looked at me made my stomach knot and my heart flip. A sudden burst of anxiety flushed through my body, and I tried to push away from him. His fingers curled into my hips, gripping tightly and keeping me firmly in place.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“What if it’s a mistake?”
He shot me a confused look as I rested my hands against his bare chest, trying to find the right words. Imposter syndrome clawed its way through my body and I couldn’t look at him as intrusive thoughts filled my head.
“Quentin, what’s going on up there?” Gray tapped my temple gently.
It’d been years since I’d felt so unsure of myself. Every layer of armour I donned had been stripped away until I was bare. The confidence I usually wore was worn down to nothing.
“I wasn’t good enough for a mortal,” I said eventually. “How am I meant to believe I’m good enough for a God?”
Taking my face in his hands, Gray stared at me. The fierce look in his eye made me swallow hard. “Listen here, Scott. You were too good for him. He never deserved you, and you weren’t meant for him. Do you understand that? You’re too good for me, but fate decided I deserved you and I won’t fuck it up.”
I nodded, and he let go of my face, arms slipping around my waist and moving down until his palms rested on the curve of my ass.
“Plus,” Gray mused. “I’m not just any God. You’re soulbound to an elite God.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Lord of chaos. King of destruction. You were made for the best—"
I cut him off with a kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck and he squeezed my ass roughly before we broke apart.
“You play dirty, Scott.”
“No. I just know how to get what I want.”
“And so do I.”
Gray shifted his hips so I could feel his arousal brush against my bare thighs. My cheeks heated and a gentle ache pulsed between my legs. Since claiming my divinity, I understood what Gray meant about Gods and stamina.
“Gray—"
