“Ask nicely.”
“Put me down or I’ll exile you from Elysia.”
Gray barked a laugh so loud that I jumped before he set me back on my feet. His aura remained around my waist and pulled me in towards him.
“Wherever I go, you come with me. So if you exile me, it looks like you’ll need to find the rest of the Gods a new home.”
“What do you mean?”
But the question barely made it out of my mouth because Gray buried his face in the crook of my neck and I could feel his tongue against my skin. My hands landed on his chest, with no will to push him away. Instead, I fisted his shirt, needing him to ground myself.
“Most unfortunately,” he whispered. “Where you lead, they will follow from now on.”
“No escape?”
“No escape.”
I closed my eyes, taking in the enormity of my decision, which was impossible to back away from now. A sharp nip on my shoulder made me yelp and open my eyes.
“Asshole,” I muttered, but Gray continued to look infuriatingly amused.
“Do you wish to change your decision?” he asked before kissing me deeply.
Each kiss with Gray was a total body experience. The feel of his lips, his hand tangled in my hair, the way every single one of my nerves lit up. It felt like coming home. I was safe as long as I was in this bubble with him.
“What decision?” I asked, slightly out of breath once he pulled away.
“To keep me alive.”
“Now you’re the one who is talking out of fear,” I told him. “Keeping you alive was my only goal.”
His aura robbed the colour of the world before it dissipated and Gray was sitting on his throne at the back of the room with me on his lap. My skirt pooled around my legs as I straddled him and Gray’s thick erection, stopped only by his trousers, teased me from the position I was in.
“I’ll be here for as long as you need me,” Gray assured me, his hands lifting my T-shirt and discarding it onto the floor.
“I need you,” I whined.
The clasp of my bra was undone, and I felt it loosen around my breasts before that too was also disposed of. Gray dipped his head and licked my nipples that had hardened from the chill in the room. My back arched as he sucked and nipped at the skin. I was unable to restrain myself, grinding against him, trying to find a quick relief.
Gray’s hands clamped on my hips to stop me and I would have huffed if the moan hadn’t escaped my lips.
“You want something from me,” Gray said. “And I want something from you.”
“I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Sex with Gray had always been something I was more than happy to fall into, but since saving him, it was like breathing. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I needed Gray inside ofme, needed us to be one because it soothed the fear that I could lose him. That I had almost lost him.
“I want the truth, Quen.”
“You’re going to kill the mood.”
Gray shifted his hips beneath me, erection brushing against my centre and making me whimper.
“I highly doubt it. So tell me the truth, because interrogation is not my idea of foreplay.”
With a sigh, I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his. My arms wrapped around his neck and my fingers played with his hair. Gray’s hands had found their way to my breasts, thumbs making lazy circles on my nipples and causing me to struggle with my focus.
“I thought I could do this,” I managed.
