The divide between the three men is evident. My wolf and fae don’t fully trust the God. However, they know there’s no other way. We are bonded. There’s nothing that will change that.
As I grow closer, I hear the words,“Dove”and“safety”thrown around from the two males huffing on one side, and a snide remark about how Fury will feed me more power from the other side. The air practically sizzles with tension.
“That is enough.” I place my hands on my hips, standing on the path before them. “You three are meant to be coming up with a plan, and all I can hear is bickering.”
Rivern is the first one to bite, pointing a finger at Fury. “He doesn’t agree that we should isolate the king and the prince. I told him you want no innocent blood spilt.”
Fury practically scoffs, his chest huffing out. I must admit, seeing the three of them so heightened is a real turn-on.
Godsdammit. Stop, Dove.
My eyes move up chiselled pectorals to a devastatingly ominous grin. “The only blood I care about is yours, Pet.” His words drip with sensual promises of lingering kisses.Damned Fury.
The mood instantly changes from the men wanting to rip each other’s heads off to ripping my clothes off. Violet, amber and black eyes stalk me.
I take a step back, unsure of this new direction. Gideon and Rivern were one thing, but adding Fury to the mix is mind-numbing.How would four of us even fit together?
“We’d fit,”his velvet tone rings down the bond.“Fuck, I can smell you, Pet, and it’s making us all crazy for you.”
Stopping in my tracks, I allow Gideon to catch up to me, the other two a foot behind,breathing down the wolf’s neck.If I don’t ground myself in his sandalwood comfort, I will float away.
His hands find the sides of my face, cupping my cheeks. Every inch of me melts into him, my body swaying towards his chest. “What will you have us do, Songbird? We live to serve you. The God is yours to control.”
And just like that, he’s given me all the power. Fury doesn’t even grumble arrogantly at his remark, the bond a reminder he is mine. It is true—my God belongs to me.
“You are everything to me, Pet.”He lets Rivern hear it down our intertwining bonds. An overwhelming feeling of love pushes through the threads, a humming vibration coursing through our souls.
Without realising it, I close my eyes and open them to find magic, strings of luminescent light connecting us together. Gold, silver and black interlock around all of our bodies. The only person without a thread is Gideon. He’s at the centre of our foursome, holding me together. My connection to him is measured in the weight of his heart, which is immense.
Pushing up on my toes, I lean into the beast before me, pushing our bodies together. He gets the hint, meeting my lips in a soft but land-shattering kiss—the kind that will never make me question his loyalty or need for me.
Two more bodies come at me from my sides, stroking hands up my clothed body. Rivern’s fingers are easily distinguishable from theclawed tips of Fury’s. My core leaks with need. I should push back from them, but there’s nowhere for me to go.
Once, this would’ve been suffocating. Now, it feels like peace.
“It’s time to make a plan, love.” Rivern’s lilting voice sways me to him.
“Or we could just go in and burn it all to the ground,” Fury remarks, twisting a tendril of my hair in his hand.
“No innocent blood spilt.” The silver dances around his onyx irises, giving me pause. He would never—he knows how much it would hurt me to harm the villagers of Haven. They don’t know any better. They require help, not an execution.
“We will hunt the king and prince down within their walls and bring them before the villagers for their reckoning,” Gideon adds, malice in his voice.
He has just as much right to this plan as I do. The blood bond kept him a prisoner in the Kingdom of Haven for centuries. To think if circumstances had been any different, if I’d not decided to sing Oona’s song, or if I didn’t stab the high priestess, we may never have met. He would still be a prisoner of the king, and I would still be a prisoner of my fear.
Grasping the material of Gideon’s shirt, I pull him back to me. “That sounds like a perfect plan.” With the words leaving my lips, I move closer to him, sealing our plan with a kiss.
forty-four
Dove
Wearegettingreadyto leave the island, baby dragon and all, which leaves us with a transportation problem. Saff must carry Oro on her back, the baby dragon still getting used to his wings. Meaning we are now in the hands of one God, Fury.
He may have his power back, but in his mortal form, my God is still limited. Fury can teleport small distances, as he so aptly displayed when he transported me from the ashy clearing to the tower. Now, we will test his strength by going to the mainland.
After bringing the three males together, I was able to gather us for a conversation in the tower to hash out some plans. They stood on oneside of the room, and I stood on the other. It was the only way any of us could think straight. I had final say in all matters, the three of them constantly referring back to me for all the minor details.
The buzz of having all of their attention is starting to grow on me. It feels powerful. Not in a rule-the-world way, but in an I-can-do-anything-be-anyone sense. It is their unwavering trust in me. It makes the walls calcified around the cracks of my weary heart start to find their way back together effortlessly. Argus, my dragon created from legends of old, now slumbers peacefully in my chest, knowing I have not one but three males to lean on and protect me.
