Page 347 of Psycho Gods

We lay down after and rested.

I woke up to Luka thrusting inside me while Corvus strained my lips and took my mouth. After that, more wine was passed around.

Everything was hazy.

The music made it feel like nothing was real.

I spasmed as John ate me out while the first light of dawn crested over the hills. My fingers tangled in his messy hair, and I admired how his ass was reddened from Scorpius’s rough treatment.

He pulled away and grinned up at me, dimples flashing.

I stared back, and a pang of gratitude snowballed into something bigger inside me. Thank the sun god he was my first.

I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

John stood up, my juices glistening on his face, as he turned and sprinted buck naked down the hillside. “Last one to the river loses,” he shouted back at me.

He was ridiculous, but I wasn’t a loser, so I stood up and sprinted after him.

Laughing, I shouted, “You’re going to traumatize the ponies, cover yourself!”

“Fuck the ponies,” John yelled dramatically, then jumped off the rickety wooden dock and cannonballed into the lily-pad-covered lake.

I followed closely behind and threw a flip as I entered the refreshing water.

“Now you’re just showing off,” he said as he splashed me.

“No.” I raised my eyebrows, and the lake froze around him. “Now I’m showing off.”

“Luka, help!” He yelled dramatically, “Scorpius, save me!”

We both burst into laughter at the idea of the sadistic king saving him.

I unfroze the lake, and we spent the next hour pretending to drown to see if any of the men would save us.

Corvus stomped over eventually and dove in to save us, but at that point, we’d already pretended to die at least thirty times, so we weren’t impressed. Overprotective mates my butt.

“They’re useless,” I said to John as we lounged naked, eating jam and crackers under my favorite tree.

He nodded in agreement and licked his fingers. “Completely useless.”

I threw my arm over my eyes and lay back.

“Useless,” I whispered with a smile on my lips as I fell asleep.

I napped all day, and my dreams were full of sunshine and wine, pleasure and baritone whispers, laughter and family.

Another piece of me healed.

Chapter 69

Aran

THE WEDDING

Zephyr (noun): a gentle breeze.

“Stop it, you’re not supposed to see me this morning,” I hissed at Scorpius as he slipped inside the shower. Pale muscles rippling, with one fluid movement that revealed his training as an assassin, he pinned me against the wall.