The front door was open. There was no need to lock anything when the territory belonged to us. I was still shaken by Trevor's close call. If Trevor stayed a wolf forever, it would be catastrophic. But he didn't seem worried. Perhaps his thoughts of Ty preoccupied him.
We went into the living room and shut the door behind us. With its rustic décor, massive stone fireplace, and antler chandelier hanging two-stories above it, the room reeked of testosterone. Beyond it was the kitchen, a more neutrally designed room, but we didn't stop there. Instead, we headed up the stairs on the left. Perhaps it was my lingering fear, but the place lacked its usual warmth. With only moonlight to guide us, it felt creepy. But I had made the cabin—if you could call it that—and I knew every nook and cranny. I could walk it blindfolded. That familiarity banished my unease.
God territories were fueled by the magic of the god who ruled them. There was no electricity here, but territory magic mimicked it, powering devices that would have to be plugged if we were in the Human Realm, and casting illumination without an apparent source. Some gods summoned light to blanket their ceilings, but I preferred to direct it into containers. So the cabin, like the palace, had lamps strewn about and chandeliers. I didn't bother to light any of them. We had already made it to the main bedroom, and I was ready to sleep.
I went straight to the bed against the right wall—a behemoth of natural wood logs meant to mimic the architecture. It was a simple construction compared to my other bed, without posters or a canopy. Just a big mattress on that thick frame. Fluffy pillows and a thick comforter covered in white cotton welcomed me. I slid beneath the covers and curled up on a pillow.
Trevor was at the window with the curtains open. Moonlight spilled in to outline his naked body. I sighed, grateful to have such an incredible man in my life. Magic had bound us together, but Trevor chose me, then fought for me. From the moment of our binding, he had been there for me. He once heard my call across a great distance.
But that was before magic changed us both. Could he still hear me if I called his name into the wind? Maybe, but the trouble I got into these days usually took me beyond his hearing and past wards. Still, he was here with me. He stood by me no matter what came at us, even when it was my fault, and he never complained.
Not even when his brother disappeared.
I slid out of bed and stepped up behind him. His Norse lineage made him tall, his blood made him strong, and his magic made him divine. This was all I needed. All any woman would need. But fate had put me in his arms only to force him to share me. I wrapped my arms around Trevor from behind and hugged him.
His thick arms folded over mine. “Ty has always been the carefree one. Nothing brings him down. To see him heartbroken hurt me, but I'd prefer it to this.” He turned in my arms to faceme. “Agwusi isn't just crazy, she's also dangerous. Ty is trying to save her and us, but what if she hurts him for it?”
“I don't think she will.” I laid my hand over his heart. “She walked away before. Even if he disagrees with her, she won't hurt him. You saw them together. They fought, but she never struck him. It never got violent. I think he may break through to her.”
“And then what? He can't bring Agwusi home. My father will never accept her.” He grimaced. “I won't either. Not after all she's done. So where does that leave him? A lone wolf forever? That will kill Ty. He needs his pack.”
“That's for him to decide. We have to let the people we love make their own decisions, even if those decisions are mistakes. And maybe it won't be a mistake for Ty. Only he knows what will make him happy.” I stepped back and took Trevor's hand. “You saw him without her. Maybe being a lone wolf will be better than not having her. Love is a powerful thing. You gave up having a mate to yourself for me.”
“I did, and I don't regret it.” He smiled, but then his expression went blank.
“Trevor?”
“Love!” He squeezed my hand. “Can't you break their love?”
“Yes, Fenrir already asked me to. But, honey-eyes, it's a terrible betrayal. That's why I didn't do it before, when he was heartbroken. I'd need his approval, and I didn't know how to ask.” I cupped his cheek. “Ty has a right to his love.” He could have asked me to remove his feelings for Agwusi, but he didn't. That tells me he wants to keep them, even if it hurts.”
“He only thinks that now.” Trevor drew me to the bed and sat down, bringing his head closer to the level of mine. “If you took his love for her away, he'd be relieved. He'd be able to see how toxic it was. Vervain, please, do this for me.”
Standing before him, I felt my heart shudder. How could I say no? Trevor rarely asked for anything. Ty was his brother. I could indeed remove the very thing that was hurting them both. But it would compromise my ethics. I had saved the Love Magic from Aphrodite's poisonous influence and returned it to its original state. It had been happy to find sanctuary in me. Could I betray Ty and Love by doing this?
For Trevor? Absolutely. I'd go dark again for him.
Dark.
I looked down at my hands, remembering the pull of darkness. Had that been me or that God? Was he threatening me?
“Vervain, please.”
I met Trevor's gaze. “All right. The next time we find him, I'll break his love for her.”
“Thank you, minn elska.” Trevor pulled me into his arms, snuggling me between his thighs, and buried his face in my neck. “Thank you.”
I held him with one hand and stroked his hair with the other. “Anything for you, honey-eyes. Just be prepared for the consequences.”
He looked up at me. “I'll tell Ty it was my doing. Don't worry, I won't let him blame you.” Then he slid his hand around the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss.
Ty's anger wasn't the only consequence that concerned me, but I wasn't about to tell Trevor that. I let my worries go, and our kiss turned into something more passionate. But even though we writhed and moaned, Trevor didn't lay me down on the bed. Instead, he drew out of our kiss to nuzzle my neck. Smiling, I opened my arms. It had been a while since my wolf had marked me. Not painfully. This was Froekn scent-marking. Sort of like what a cat does, except times ten and very sexual. His cock hardened in seconds and nudged against my thigh as he rubbed his face down my collarbone to my chest. With happy sounds, Trevor nestled between my breasts and then coated them with his scent, pausing several times to suck and lick.
All of this slow attention brought my wolf to the surface, and my body to zinging awareness. I arched against Trevor, supported by his hands on my back, while my nerve endings tingled. His magic tickled me as his scent sank into my skin. My body tightened in need. I grabbed his broad shoulders and climbed onto his lap.
But that wasn't a good position for scent-marking. I got thirty seconds of rubbing our centers together before Trevor lifted me off his lap and laid me down on the bed. My body opened to him, arms and legs spreading wide. Trevor growled playfully and bent over me, his nose tracing a path down my ribs before he rubbed his face into my belly. But his face wasn't the only place that carried his scent. As he nuzzled my belly, he shifted against my legs and swept his hands over my breasts. Then he pushed himself lower.
I cried out as my werewolf prince nuzzled my sex. Hot with need, I grabbed his head and held him to me, urging him to do more. Chuckling, Trevor licked up my center and then settled in to do a more thorough job. I shuddered and explodedin seconds, my body primed. As I came beneath him, Trevor got to his knees and rolled me onto my belly.
