“What worked?” Viper asked.
“The games.” Trevor smacked Viper in the arm. “The trickster led us around and stole from us, but he also won us the sympathy of the world.”
“Not all the world,” Viper huffed. “It can't be all the world.”
“No, but more of it. Hopefully, enough of it,” I said. “I don't think we have to worry about humans anymore.”
My husbands drew in around me and stared out at the thousands of people who had come all this way just to sing a few songs and wave at the children. This was big. And they were only the people who could get to Lexington on short notice. All around the world, public opinion on Azrael and everything he stood for was changing. Just like the trickster promised.
But I couldn't help feeling as if there was something important I still hadn't remembered.
Chapter Forty-Nine
We went home and hugged our children. We kissed them and told them how special they were, how much they were loved. Then I showered.
I felt filthy. As if Naraka had tainted me. No, not Naraka. Katila. I shuddered and hung my head under the spray.
“Tima?” Kirill whispered as he opened the shower door. His hand went to my back. “You've been in here for too long.”
“Sorry.” I stepped out of the water and squeezed out my hair.
There was a lot of it, and I had loved it since I'd first become a goddess, back when I took Aphrodite's magic. Her Beauty Magic made my hair thick and glossy, so easy to brush. But I suddenly wanted to chop it off, especially that stripe of starlight. Just cut it off and become someone else. Too bad it didn't work like that.
“I'm tired, Kirill.”
“I know.” He eased me into his arms and folded over me even though I was wet. “Ve all are. But ve must go on for each other and ze children.”
“Yeah,” I muttered into his chest. “Can we go on tomorrow?”
He chuckled and pulled a towel from the rack to dry me off. Well, dry us off. “Da. Tomorrow ve vill be strong. Tonight ve vill be veak together.”
“I like that idea.” I lifted my head, and he met me halfway.
Now this was what I needed. I groaned into Kirill's mouth and pulled at his boxer shorts—all he had on. Kirill growled at me and lifted me by the thighs, jerking them apart to settle around his hips. Forget the foreplay, he was in me in two seconds flat, both of us needing the connection. And then my back was against a tiled wall, and my husband was driving into me.
That's right. This is why I do it. Kirill. His hands on my skin. His body inside mine. His growls in my ear. Kirill and the others I love.
“Rude,” Re said.
I looked over Kirill's shoulder to see Re standing in the bathroom doorway.
“You were supposed to check on her, not have sex with her.”
Kirill snarled at Re over his shoulder and kept thrusting. I giggled and held on.
“They're having sex,” Re said, waving at us while he spoke to someone in the bedroom. He grimaced. “I know they'll finish eventually. That's not the point.”
“Re, do you mind not ruining this for me?” I asked.
“Oh, that's it! Now your ass is mine.” The Sun God strode across the bathroom, removing his underwear—gold briefs—as he came.
His golden rod sprung forth, ready and eager. I snorted when I saw him stop at one of the cabinets to fetch some lube and rub it over his cock.
“Are you going to share, Lion God?” I asked.
“Nyet.” Kirill kept going.
“Do not make me blind you,” Re said.
