Marked by Death (The Godhunter, Book 4) (28 page)

Chapter Thirty-Four

I felt safe and warm, thick arms around me, a thigh over mine, my foot entangled with another, and a steady heartbeat under my cheek. I sighed and opened my eyes. Trevor’s chest spread out before me and I raised my face to see him smiling down at me contentedly.

“
Good morning,” he whispered as he brushed some hair out of my eyes.

“
Good morning,” I smiled back, then blushed as I realized it wasn’t his hand across my belly or his leg over mine.

“
No second thoughts,” he kissed me gently. “We are all bound together now.”

I looked over my shoulder to find Kirill stirring. He’d left his hair down and it had wrapped us together in the night. Then I realized I’d forgotten to put mine up too. I gave a small cry as I tried to lift my head and found myself tied down by my own hair.

A small rumble of laughter alerted me to Kirill’s attention and I pouted at him as he easily extracted his hair from us by lifting me gently. He swished my hair up and over the pillows before he lowered me back down and flicked his own hair to the side.

“
Ve’ll have to be more careful next time,” he leaned over me, looking happier than I’d ever seen him.

“
Next time?” I looked over at Trevor and he leered at me.

“
You up for a next time?” Trevor nuzzled my cheek and I closed my eyes as shivers coursed through me.

When I opened them again, they were both wearing tender expressions. My heart clenched. Why me? What had I done to deserve this? There was a time I would’ve killed for one love like this, one man who looked at me like they both were, and now I had two. I had two lovers! My mom would raise a brow and who knows what Grandma would say. Did I care? Not so much.

I put a hand on each of their cheeks, looking from one to the other. I couldn’t find anything adequate to say but it didn’t matter. They knew, they sensed it and shot glances at each other before descending on me like birds of prey. I chirped, startled at their swift shift in mood, and burrowed back into the bed. It’s pretty hard to escape two shifters who already have a hold of you though.

Trevor was between my thighs in a heartbeat, Kirill taking my face into his hands and kissing me senseless. His hair swirled around me as Trevor plunged home. I cried out at his sudden entry, thankful that I was ready for him. I felt him lift my hips and sink in deeper as he groaned.

I ran my hands through Kirill’s hair, over his wide shoulders and down his chest till I found the hard length I was searching for. He moaned and deepened our kiss as his hands roamed over my breasts, kneading and teasing. I was cresting already and I drew away from Kirill so I could pull his hips up to my mouth.

He obligingly got to his knees beside me, pushing pillows under my head so I could reach him easier. I sucked him in eagerly, amazed at the feeling of two men at once. Some part of me cringed in monogamous horror but another, wilder part shouted in triumph. Finally, it seemed to say, as it urged me to take more… give more.

I lifted my hips to meet Trevor’s thrust, as I reached one hand out to stroke his bicep. His muscles were tight and a light sweat was starting to slick his skin. I moaned around Kirill and he in turn cried out. Kirill’s hand caught in my hair, yanking me to him and my whole body tightened in response, causing Trevor to growl in delight. It was an unending circle of pleasure, an electrical circuit of passion that I wanted to keep joined forever.

“
Tima,” Kirill cried out as his ass tensed and his hands clenched in my hair. “I can’t hold out.”

I slid my hand to his ass and pulled him in as my response. He roared, his hair shaking out around us as he came before he collapsed to the bed. He rolled down to kiss me and resume stroking me as Trevor started pumping faster and faster. Kirill was at my throat then, nipping at my skin before diving down to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked at me gently as he slid his other hand down to search for the sweet spot Trevor was already working. My eyes got huge as Trevor casually reached down and parted me further, guiding Kirill's fingers to the right place.

With a few flicks of a finger, I was screaming my release with Trevor shortly following. As he crumpled, Kirill moved aside, and I kissed my wolf, feeling sated and sweetly sore. Then Trevor slid down my side, working his head under my arm and onto my breast. Kirill followed suit, latching onto a nipple and wrapping a leg around one of mine. Not to be outdone, Trevor claimed the nipple on the breast he was previously using as a pillow and started to lave me as he stared at Kirill with a challenging look. His hand snuck down into my wet folds and started the magic all over again. I looked them over and laughed, shocking myself with the sensual sound to it.

“
Mother?” Vidar’s voice came through the door as he knocked gently.

Talk about a mood breaker.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered as I stared at my bedroom door in horror.

“
Everyone’s going to find out eventually,” Trevor sighed as he pulled his fingers out of me and got to his feet.

“
Wait,” I stopped him as he headed for the door. “I don’t know if I’m ready for certain people to know.”

“
Odin,” Trevor frowned and I knew he wouldn’t be welcoming my ex-husband into the fold with open arms.

“
Right,” I rubbed at my head, “and that’s my son out there. This is not how I want him to find out his mother is no longer a one-man woman.”

“
What do you want to do, have Kirill hide in the bathroom?” Trevor raised a brow.

“
No,” I frowned, “okay, you’re right.”

“
Mother, are you alright?” Vidar knocked again.

“
I’ll be right out,” I called and heard his footsteps echo down the hallway. “I need a shower. Can you go offer him some coffee or something, Trevor?”

“
Sure, baby,” he helped me out of bed and kissed me quickly.

“
Thank you,” I stumbled to the bathroom, my legs still trying to function properly.

When I finished brushing my tangled hair, the water was hot so I jumped in. Nice, very nice on my sore body. I sighed then inhaled sharply when Kirill opened the shower door. Sputtering on the water I inhaled, I wiped my wet hair back and stepped out of the spray.

“What are you doing?” I glanced nervously around.

“
Tima,” he laughed, sweet lions I loved his laugh. “We just had sex. Can’t I share a shower with you?”

“
Oh, uh,” I laughed at myself, “of course you can. This is just going to take some time for me to get used to.”

“
Me too,” he pushed my wet hair back and kissed me. Slow and thoroughly.

I felt my knees start to buckle and he took my weight easily, shifting his arm down to my waist. He drew back and took the shampoo bottle down. With a small smile, he emptied some into his hands, then started working it into my hair. I closed my eyes as he gently massaged my scalp and slipped his sudsy fingers down to the ends of my hair.

Then he was urging me back into the spray, rinsing my hair carefully before pulling me out. I opened my eyes to find him eying the bath puff I used and then the assortment of shower gels. He finally chose Romantic Wish by Victoria’s Secret and started to soap me up with it.

I pushed back the memory of Anubis washing me and focused on Kirill. He knelt before me, all slick and beautiful with little droplets sparkling in his hair like diamonds. It looked like a black cape with him there on his knees. I stroked his face while he finished washing me and he smiled radiantly. Something inside me rejoiced in that smile and I knew… I finally knew how to completely heal Kirill. I’d show him that sex didn’t have to hurt or be about domination. I’d show him the give and take. I’d show him real love, real desire.

He pushed at my hips till I backed into the water and rinsed the suds away. I held my clean hair to the side so I could get the hot spray everywhere and when I finally looked back at Kirill, it was to find him gazing at me hungrily. Before I could pull him to his feet, he yanked my hips forward and fastened his mouth to me.

I cried out, automatically spreading my legs wider to give him better access. A rumbling sound poured from him and vibrated against me intimately. My legs began to shake, my hands holding his shoulder and his head. I held him tight like he’d just done to me, as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and angled me back so I could lean against the tiled wall.

“Kirill,” I cried out as he feasted.

Tima,” he paused a second to look up at me, “I love you.”

“Vervain, call me Vervain,” I pulled his face back up.

“
Vervain,” his voice lowered into a husky purr as his eyes darkened. “Can I have you, Vervain?”

“
Yes,” I whispered and he shot to his feet, immediately working his beautiful hardness inside me gently.

“
More?” He nibbled on my neck and lifted my legs around his hips.

“
Yes,” I growled and drew him in, “more, Kirill.”

“
As much as you vant, love,” he pushed one of my breasts up so he could suck the nipple into his mouth.

“
All,” I vaguely felt the spray hitting the side of us as I clasped his head to me. “I want it all, all of you.”

“
It’s yours, I’m yours,” he slid home, lifting me up with the force of his shove and I made a sound of delight.

“
Yes, just like that,” I gasped as I braced my feet against the walls.

I came with shaking legs and digging nails, which sent him over as well. He muffled his cries in my neck, then leaned into me as the last tremors shook his body. He lowered me carefully, then turned me and washed me clean again. I took a washcloth and soaped it up, massaging it into him before he could protest.

His head fell back as I soaped him, then discarded the cloth to just work his muscles with my hands. I knelt to knead his thick thighs down to his feet. When he was thoroughly clean…thoroughly, I pushed him back into the water and rinsed him off. I washed his hair and then we hurried to dry off, knowing we’d taken way too much time in the shower.

Kirill helped me dress, a look of contentment on his face. Then we went down the hall to face my doom… I mean my son. I felt my steps start to slow as we got to the kitchen and I saw Vidar look up at me. He took in our wet hair and joined hands, then turned to look at Trevor in shock.

“Mother?” He stood and came around the table. “What’s going on here?”

“
Evidently my lioness has a little more magic I wasn’t aware of,” I hugged him, then gestured for him to take his seat again. “She doesn’t like being monogamous. I had to take another mate and Trevor, as my alpha, has the deciding vote on who I choose. We chose Kirill and he accepted.”

“
You chose Kirill before my father?” He looked shell shocked.

“
Trevor’s not comfortable with your father,” I sighed and sat down. “And it wasn’t exactly as planned out as it might sound. It just happened and we had to figure it out after the fact. I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“
It doesn’t make me uncomfortable,” Vidar rubbed at his temples. “But father is going to have a fit. Are you going to take him back?”

“
No,” Trevor ground out and I sighed.

“
Trevor,” I held my hand out to him but he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

“
No, Vervain,” he shook his head for emphasis. “I have the final say right?”

I swallowed hard and thought of how hurt Odin was going to be.

“Right?” Trevor’s voice went up in volume.

“
Yes, Honey-Eyes,” I pulled my hand back, leaving it lying in front of me on the table like a dead fish.

“
Then I say, no.”

“
You have it in your hands to end my father’s heartache and you just refuse?” Vidar pushed away from the table and stood over Trevor. “You don’t deserve my mother’s love. You’re an arrogant, childish animal.” He started for the front door.

“
Vidar, please!” I jumped up after him, giving Trevor an irritated look. He just shrugged, looking very unapologetic.

“
Mom, have you lost all the love you had for Dad?” He turned and faced me with eyes shiny from unshed tears.

“
Of course not,” I grabbed his arm. “I’ll always love him, you know that, but I can’t go against Trevor’s wishes in this. Since he’s given up his right to be the only man in my bed, he needs to at least have some say in who I bring into it. If he says no, then it’s no… period. If you think Odin can’t handle that, then don’t tell him. Hell, I didn’t want you to find out like this, I sure don’t want to drop it on your father.”

“
You can’t keep this from him,” his eyes went wide, horrified that his mother could do something so callous, I guess.