I was pretty sure he wasn’t talking to me. It’s odd to have a conversation with someone who has two people in their body.
He smiled fondly down at me and pulled me close, wrapping my legs around his waist. I could feel his release had done nothing to curb his appetite. He was huge and pressed against my core, though he made no moves to impale me yet. “The priest loves the ring. He’s very aroused by it. He says your vampire will enjoy it as well.”
“I’m glad he likes it.” I tried to relax because it didn’t look like I would be going anywhere soon.
He seemed content for the moment to run his hands along my skin and rub his face in my hair. The magic was softer now, warming my skin and making me the slightest bit drunk. “Do not fight me, sweet goddess. It’s been so long since I held soft flesh in my arms. It feels so good to have a body again. Your lover is here. I would not shut him out.” His eyes were thoughtful for a moment as though he was listening for something. “He wants to know where you were when someone named Ingrid told you this could happen. He wants to know what you were daydreaming about. I don’t know what that means exactly.”
I laughed because Dev was definitely in there. I did remember now she had said something about ancient gods and taking their aspects, but it had seemed like one of those non-literal things at the time, like calling Dev a fertility god because his magic came from sex. He was actually mortal, but now I wondered about the god part.
This particular ancient god smiled down at me as he played with my hair, his fingers stroking lightly. “He’s so grateful to you, Zoey. He knows you did not want that…what is a brat?”
“He’s talking about his brother,” I replied.
Dev’s lips kissed my forehead and while I wasn’t sure about the whole “god taking over his body” thing, it felt really good. He was being so gentle and loving, and I needed that after the brutal pleasure of before. I needed to be reminded he loved me. I could play all the parts he required and I enjoyed it, but after I wanted his sweetness and care.
I felt something tickle my hands, and when I looked down I saw the marigolds had exploded as though they had multiplied. They were rich, perfect blooms that should have been planted in fertile ground. They weren’t dying flowers. The magic was gentler now, but it still filled my lungs and hummed along my skin.
“Yes, he is pleased to have proven him wrong. It is often like that with brothers,” he said. “Devinshea wants you to know he understands why you went to him. He was faltering and you pulled him back. He couldn’t have done this without you. He also wants you to never do it again. He’s possessive for a priest. I find him an interesting host.”
“May we know your name, My Lord?” Padric asked carefully, as though the answer would tell him something important.
“I am Bris,” he replied absently, kissing my ear. He ran his tongue along the shell, and I shuddered in response. His hands found their way to my breasts, and he cupped them as he sighed in appreciation. I felt my nipples harden as he brushed his thumbs across the tips.
My female parts were all warming right back up again.
“Yes,” Padric said with satisfaction. “We hoped it would be you. It seemed a good match because you are right. The prince is not an ordinary priest. Zoey, Bris is a revered Irish god of fertility and agriculture. He is also known to be gentle. My Lord, I hope you find our prince a good match.”
He turned to the two Fae watching the scene with rapt intensity. I felt the loss of his attention and my head fell forward against his chest. His arms went around me to support me, cradling me close, surrounding me with his tenderness. “He is worthy. He’s mortal but strong, and his goddess is certainly most worthy. She’s lovely and feminine and so fertile. I’ve been dormant for a long time. I feel the world has changed. This language I’m speaking is odd. I’ve not heard it before. Am I not in my homeland? The land looks strange.”
“You’re in a country called America,” Declan explained. “It did not exist before.”
The god laughed and pulled me closer, as though he enjoyed the warmth of my body against his skin. His hands moved on me constantly, petting my hair, stroking down my back, caressing my breasts, as though he couldn’t get enough of me. “Perhaps its name didn’t exist, but the land did. You’re arrogant, but you’re a royal so it’s to be expected. Why has it taken so long for a host to appear? Is my magic no longer needed?”
“We left this plane.” Padric’s voice was sad as though he missed his former home. “The world changed too much for the Fae, and we sought refuge elsewhere. Our numbers are few now and your magic is needed more than ever. We lost the only one of our kind with fertility magic. Devinshea is the first in many generations to show an aptitude. We feared his mortality would displease you.”
“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.