Page 133 of King of Gods


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Fully naked in front of them, I didn’t feel an iota of shame. Not one.

With the utmost care, they helped me into the tub and into the water. They knelt on either side of me and let me sit back in the high-backed clawfoot basin.

“Better?”

“It’s lovely,” I answered letting out a sigh.

“Kimber, I’m so sorry,” Roran said.

“For what?” The hot water started to unknot me.

“For not sparing you this mess,” Rilen said.

I passed my gaze between the two of them. “You had no way of knowing it was Elex. No one did. I was too naïve to realize what he was doing.”

“He was a fool for not…” Roran cleared his throat.

I peered at him. “For not what?”

“For not worshiping every inch of your beautiful body,” Rilen said.

I felt a rush of blood to my cheeks, and it wasn’t from the hot water. I was really sitting in a tub, naked, between these two perfect specimens.

“Will you let us?” Roran’s finger caressed the inside of my wrist with his thumb.

Gods, who knew that was so sensitive?

“Let you what?”

Rilen nipped at the pad of my thumb. “Worship you.”

“Wait…”

It finally slammed into my poor tired brain.

They wanted to grant me power. They wanted to bed me. They wanted me.

At the same time.

“Aren’t you mated to Master Dorian?”

“Yes,” they chorused.

“So…”

They passed a look to each other and then back to me.

Roran answer, “Ilati, do you think you are here without permission? Dorian was keen to get you here as well. He meant it when he said he would kill to get into your pussy.”

It was too much. Master Dorian wanted me in his bed with his mates. I couldn’t understand this. My mind was so tired from the past weeks. I didn’t want to think anymore.

Rilen’s hand was on my cheek. “Stop thinking, Kimber. You’re tired. You’re a strong woman, but you’re tired. Let us take care of you.”

I closed my eyes and inhaled the scented water. Roses again. My breath released slowly, and I opened my eyes. Their chocolate-and-ice gazes were fixed on my face, and they held nothing more than my hands.

They would hold nothing but my hands without my express permission.

My body screamed at me. It wanted this.