“Never.”The lilting murmur comes through my mind as two golden hands reach around my back, enveloping me. “You’re never leaving our sights again, love.” Rivern’s body washes me in heated forest breezes. Instinctively, I lean back into him.
It’s not only these two males I can feel encroaching on my body, though. It’s also Fury… or is it Orion? I don’t know if I should start calling him by his God name.
“Don’t.”He reads a trickle of my thoughts, answering me.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” I gripe back aloud.
“Treasure every inch of you?” I can feel his lips curving at either end without having to see him, a fang probably showing.
“No, listen to my thoughts.”
“It doesn’t always happen. Just when you are particularly loud or tormented over something. That you are tormented over me is endearing.”
Flames lick the edges of my periphery.I’ll show him endearing with a swift kick to his dick.
“Now, now, Pet, you know how I feel about you and my cock. A match made in heav—”
I don’t let him finish. Pushing Gideon back, I step out of Rivern’s hold to whirl on Fury. That name fits him perfectly, and I’ve decided I’m not changing it. “You’re giving me whiplash.” I push at his stony chest with my pointer finger. “I don’t know what to do with you.” The last words are a rush as all my air leaves me, including some of my flames. Those silver irises lick with knowing back down at me.
I don’t know what to do with him because I don’t know what I am. He’s my shadow. I should run, but how can you run away from yourself?
Rivern and Gideon watch us like they know this deep, dark secret I want to keep hidden. Fury is all the parts of myself I don’t want to acknowledge, but here everyone else stands, acknowledging them and accepting them. And I’m just so torn but still desperate to mould myself to his body, to become one with everything that makes me me. Even if the others don’t like it, I’ll be living in my truth.
Fury steps into my body, cupping my face. “Take as long as you need, my Goddess.”
forty-five
Dove
Goddess.Mate.Love.Thoseare all words I would’ve never called myself before,yet now, I have three males referring to me as those things. It’s still hard for me to grasp those words. I’m still the girl in the dusty library. I’m still the girl in my garden, talking to the bees and spiders. And I’m still the girl who wishes she had more rhythm to draw.
Now, though… Now, I’m so much more. I can feel the change in my heart. It has grown with hope and the possibilities of a bright future filled with love. With these males who want me for me. Who love me unconditionally.
It is more than God bonds. I know that now.
We have made our way back through the tunnels and to the dungeon underneath the king’s manor. Our plan is not complicated. When the suns are beyond the horizon, the secondary fully cresting over the sea, Saff will descend on the manor steps, where we will be waiting with King Horus and Prince Castor.
The only warden to the king currently worth their salt in fighting skills is Gideon’s brother, Fenrir. But once Fury relieves him of his blood bond, he will no longer need to protect the men who prey upon Haven. The other wardens are mere humans who will cower before the sight of a dragon.
Rivern leads us through the same tunnel that brought me to him the first rhythm we met. Under the manor, the air is damp and musty. He traces one of his long fingers along the figure eight symbol next to a secret door, and it gives way for us to move through.
Stumbling behind Rivern, Gideon hoists me over a small lip on the rocky ground. “I can walk, you know.”
“Yes, you can, but that crack in the ground could’ve tripped you. I won’t have you getting hurt.” It’s sweet, disarming, making my heart turn to mush.
I look away to stop him from seeing the smile cross over my lips before quickly whipping my head back. “Just warn me next time.”
Gideon’s normally stoic face is turned around when he smiles, his amber eyes alight for me.
“Time to flirt later, big guy.” Fury barges in behind us, pushing my wolf into my body and further into the dungeon tunnel ahead, a soft glow emanating from the dungeon room we met in last rhythm wewere here. In front of us, Rivern looks on, irritated by Fury’s carelessness, my body now held aloft in Gideon’s arms.
Ignoring Gideon and Rivern’s death stares, Fury pushes past all of us, heading for the lit up room.
“Tell him to stop,” Gideon mutters in my ear. I don’t question it, concern piercing his words.
“Stop, Fury.”My words are a harsh whip down the bond, making him stand to attention before he walks through the archway.
“Yes, Pet?”
