“Nothing about this displeases me,” the man in Dev’s body said as he leaned down and kissed my lips. His tongue licked along the seam of my mouth, pouring magic into me. I was drowsy with that magic. Any urge I had to fight him was gone completely. “I’ve always preferred mortals. His mortality enhances his passions. Immortals tend to be less fiery. This one knows he must live while he can, and it makes him vital. He loves this female so much. It flows through him. I enjoy the feeling, the emotion.”
His fingers touched my chin, tipping my face up to gaze at him. “Please do not be afraid, little one. He is here. I’m staying, but I won’t take his place. I’ll strengthen him and he’ll share his passions with me. I’m lonely. I have been for millennia. Do not deny us. I can help you all. I can make this one strong for the fight. Yes, he is explaining everything to me and you should know that I will stand with you and with the vampire. I will be your truest friend.”
I was thinking it would be impossible to deny him anything right now because I needed. I needed so much. The magic was draining me of everything including my strength and certainly my will. It was leaving me with one thing and one thing only, the urge to meld with him, to be one with him.
“Zoey,” Dev’s voice cajoled. I sighed because now I knew he was with me. His voice was smooth. Maybe he wasn’t alone, but he was here and I trusted him to take care of me. “Zoey, relax. The hard part is over. The rest is pleasure. Let me thank you, my beautiful goddess. I would have failed without you.”
Dev lowered me to the altar and got to his knees, pulling my feet onto his shoulders and kissing me where I needed it the most. He pressed my knees apart, giving himself full access. His tongue licked all along my pussy, eagerly lapping up the cream of my arousal. I looked down between my legs where he was worshipping me now and saw his eyes were still not his own. This was Dev and something more, but I no longer cared as his tongue pressed against my clitoris, delicately at first and then with sweet, firm pressure. I moaned as my juices began to flow, coating his tongue and causing me to press against his mouth.
“You are sweeter than the mead,” he said, his voice deeper than usual, and I knew Bris was back in control. “And so much more intoxicating.”
He slid a long finger into my pussy, expertly finding my sweet spot and rubbing it. He slid a second finger in and stretched me gently. Those fingers scissored inside me and I shook with arousal. His tongue whirled around my clit, making it swell and beg for release. My back arched as his tongue and finger found a perfect rhythm, and I exploded against his mouth.
The magic was in full effect again and the wolves began to howl. Declan stepped back—or rather Padric pulled him back.
Before I could recover from the orgasm, he was climbing on top of me, spreading my knees and guiding his cock into me. As he worked himself into my slick pussy, he leaned over and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his mouth.
He thrust in as far as he could go. His body covered mine, chest to chest, my legs around his waist, arms holding him close. His tongue came out, licking along my lips before delving deep. But this was sweet, soft, in a way it had never been before.
I was being worshipped, and it felt so good.
“You are my goddess,” he whispered in my ear as his hips set a soft rhythm. I lay back, completely unwilling to fight him. I let him do whatever he wanted to me. I was his slave in that moment. “You are our goddess.”
The god in Dev’s body went up on his knees, pulling my legs around his waist, and began fucking me in earnest now. His hands were on my hips, holding me where he wanted me. He pounded himself in, his head thrown back, and the magic started to pulse against me.
I wanted to cry that it was too much, that my every nerve ending was raw and I couldn’t take another minute of this pleasure, but I could. I gave myself over to it and moaned as the man over me ground himself against my clit and released his semen with a shout. He pressed against me even as his need waned, trying to keep the connection, but he finally let his body rest against mine. Dev looked at me with a happy, tired smile.
“I love you,” he said as he let his head fall against my neck.
His heavy weight pushed my body into the cushion beneath me. I was sleepy as I let my arms wind around his neck. Everything seemed so far away now as his heart beat against mine. It was almost easy to forget that we’d done anything but make love. I didn’t think about the fact that there had been an audience or that Dev now had a deity living inside him. While his heart pounded against mine, it was easy to believe we were just two people who loved each other and needed each other.
Declan pulled me out of that fantasy.
“He could have done it with any female,” Declan was saying to Padric. “This proves nothing except that he had fantasies I never dreamed he would have.”
“Are you insane, Declan?” Padric shot back, his voice proving his annoyance with the younger man. “He would have failed had it not been for Zoey’s intervention. Did you see the way Bris reacted to her? He was completely enamored. He couldn’t resist her.”
“Well, after what she did to my brother, can you blame him?” Declan said. “I’m enamored, too.”
“I saw the way you reacted. Did you forget to wear the charm that kept us safe from the lust magic, Your Highness?”
“I am wearing the charm, Padric, but it did not make me blind,” Declan declared. “She was filthy. She was truly disgusting. It was beautiful. She is so small, but she managed to take all of him. I would never have imagined she could do that. He had to be halfway down her throat. I take back what I said. Any woman who can do that is worth fighting your brother over.”
“But you don’t think she is a proper goddess?”
Declan sighed. “I think my brother is still young. Why should he be tied to one woman? She will expect that from him. She will expect him to be faithful. He should be with a Fae girl who will be more realistic. He is a priest of the old ways. What will it be like for her when we go home? Our people will be shocked when she is unwilling to allow him sexual freedom. Bris is not going anywhere. Dev can keep the god and his freedom.”
Dev raised his head wearily from my body and shook his head at his brother. “Stop fighting, the two of you. Padric, give it up. He won’t give consent, and I no longer give a damn.” Dev kissed my lips and pushed up. He got to his knees and grinned down at me. “Are you all right, my goddess?”
I nodded, feeling a little more energetic now that the magic was gone. “Is Bris still there?”
At least now I understood what Daniel had been talking about.
Dev’s smile was wide and let me know he was thrilled with the outcome of the evening. “He’s with me. He’s content to stay with us. Zoey, he’s here, but I’m in control. I’m here with you. I can call on his strength but still be myself.” He chuckled as he leaned down and dropped a kiss on the ring in my belly button. “This is ridiculously sexy. Tell me Daniel hasn’t seen it.”
“Not yet,” I admitted.
“He will lose his mind,” Dev said, obviously looking forward to it.
“You aren’t mad?” I asked, thinking about Declan, who was being a complete ass.
Dev didn’t bother to feign misunderstanding. “It doesn’t matter. He can pretend, but I know what I am. I no longer need his approval.” He pushed himself off the altar and reached down. When he came back up, he was wearing his white pants and had my dress in his hands.
“Come along, my goddess,” he commanded, pulling me up. When I was in a seated position, he drew the gown over my head and arranged it properly on my body. He had to reach into the gown to draw my breasts into the right position. “I wish I had a camera. It’s not traditional in Fae culture to take pictures on a night such as this, but I wish we had them. You’re so beautiful. My beautiful goddess.”