Odin made a happy sound as my arms went around his shoulders and my lips found his. He lifted me by the backs of my thighs, but then let go. Kirill and Azrael each claimed a leg, holding me for Odin. They stroked my back, breasts, and behind while Odin guided himself into me. But Odin didn't need their help. He had the power of manifestation, and invisible hands appeared beneath my legs, taking my weight.
Odin eased out of our kiss to lay me back in the water, right into his waiting, invisible, magical hands. Under his peacock-colored gaze, I shuddered and sighed. His body filled mine, moving with mind-blowing slowness, but he didn't need to use his magic to add to my pleasure. Kirill and Azrael closed in—Kirill kissing me while Azrael sucked on my breast and slid a finger over the apex of my sex.
I slid a hand around Azrael's shaft and then the other around Kirill's. As I stroked them, something came to life. I felt a tingling rush of magic on my skin. Not recognizing it, I opened my eyes and eased out of Kirill's kiss. It was the men. Azrael, Kirill, and Odin radiated power, and their power flowed through me—to my star.
It was my star that united them, and sex had been the path to it. The Trinity Star shining through our new connection once more shouldn't have surprised me, but this was different from our first union. The bond was set. The Trinity Star wasn’t uniting them again, but glorying in its work—taking pleasure in a job well done. Odin had called me the linchpin, and that felt accurate. It was as if it wasn't just my star, but also my love that united their magic.
And boy, did it unite.
Pleasure rose in us, and as we reached our climax together, magic blasted from the men to collide and merge in me. Each man's energy felt different. Kirill's magic had the touch of winter, cooling my warm flesh. Odin's magic roared with the cries of a battlefield, calling to the War Magic inside me. Azrael's magic was pure. HewasDeath. His magic balanced the other two and reminded them of where they came from. But their home was in me.
Hands gripping Azrael and Kirill while my core gripped Odin, I formed a cross of sorts. A holy symbol for our sacred union. The magic inside me rose with my orgasm and burst outward through the death gods. They shifted into their death visages for a second—Azrael's wings rising to form a hood over his skeletal face, Kirill becoming a black werelion, and Odin's eyes glowing. Then the magic passed through them to my otherhusbands. Everyone in the room cried out together with a thunderous joy that echoed into silence.
The only sounds were our heavy breaths and the splash of water as Odin helped me to my feet. The death gods circled me, weaving their arms and magic around me. They bent their heads down to touch the top of mine, and we stayed like that for a few moments.
Then Viper said, “Who knew death could get you off?”
I laughed as the death trinity released me and then I stroked Azrael's cheek. “I did.”
“The French call an orgasm the little death,” Re said. “But there wasn't anything little about that.”
“No, and now I'm exhausted.” I swayed, and Odin caught me.
“It's my night.” Odin carried me out of the tub. “I'll take care of you.”
As the other men dried off and headed for bed, stopping to kiss me goodnight before they left the bathroom, Odin toweled me dry. Re also dried our hair before he left—Odin's and mine. Sun Magic had many uses, and Re didn't see the point in reserving it for the big stuff. Once we were dry, Odin carried me to our massive bed. I climbed under the covers, holding them back for him, and he joined me. We were both tired and fell asleep seconds later.
Chapter Fifteen
I woke up in Odin's arms. We made love quickly, trying to avoid interruption. With Odin's magical invisible fingers, tongues, and phalluses, it didn't take long for me to reach my climax. Once I was shuddering through aftershocks, Odin sped up and found his release too. I expected him to snuggle with me until the kids came downstairs, but he kissed me and rolled away.
I propped myself up on my elbows. “What are you doing?”
“I'm going to Valaskjalf to use Hlidskjalf.”
I frowned at too many Old Norse words to translate. And then understanding came. “Oh! That's a great idea. Maybe your Santa TV can find Ty.”
“Yes, that would be Hlidskjalf.” Odin slipped out of bed, his naked body waking me up better than a cup of coffee.
I admired his broad shoulders, slabbed with muscles, and his pert, rounded ass. He strode to the bathroom, giving me a look at his front too—sculpted chest, narrow waist, thick thighs, and that lovely, long piece of flesh hanging between them.
Sighing, I climbed out of bed and headed for my dressing room. It had been a while since I'd been to Valaskjalf. Odin had three halls in Asgard, but Valaskjalf was where he lived. No onewanted to live in Valhalla with all those aggro Vikings. All they did was fight, feast, and, well, you know the third. There weren't just Viking men in Valhalla.
After getting dressed, I made some coffee. It was just in time for my other husbands to come downstairs, bringing our children with them. The stairwells were too narrow for the twins to fly down them anymore, so they petulantly walked down with everyone else. With the kids herded to the table, Trevor sat down next to Vero, his whole body radiating sorrow.
“Daddy, I can help you find Uncle Ty,” Vero said, giving me a glimpse of the man he would have been, had I not changed the future. I hoped his path would be different now.
As flattered as I was that my son had followed in my godhunting footsteps, life had hardened him in that broken future. I wanted my boy to keep the light in his heart. He could be a fighter and still know how to love. His father and uncles were proof of that.
Trevor flinched and looked over at Vero. “Thank you, Son. There's no trail for us to follow right now, but I'll remember your offer.”
Vero nodded as if that were acceptable, and Trevor ran a hand over his face. I came up behind Vero to kiss his cheek and then moved around the table, saying good morning to my husbands and children.
“Where is Uncle Ty?” Dominic asked.
“He's with a friend.” I stroked Dom's dark hair. “We'll find him.” I sat down just as Odin came back downstairs. “Speaking of which, I'm going with Odin to Valaskjalf. He's going to check his Santa TV.”
“Santa TV?” Lesya asked.
