Serena
I wake up to a sudden rush of warmth between my legs and the most talented tongue bringing me to the brink of ecstasy.
Odin’s hand on my lower stomach, keeping me still as he devours me like I am his favorite meal. A scream teases the end of my lips, wanting to be let out as Odin’s tongue dances across my clit.
A hand clamps over my mouth. “Shh, princess. Wouldn’t want your mom to hear us, now would we? Or maybe you are a dirty little slut that likes being heard.”
A moan escapes from my lips behind his hand. I never thought I would enjoy being heard, but thinking about Midas, Zeus, or even Dante overhearing us makes my pussy clench with need.
I wonder if they would join in.
It doesn’t take long for Odin to bring me to the brink of insanity as my orgasm rushes through me. I cover my head with my pillow, only slightly silencing the screams I can’t hold back.
I flop on my bed as Odin languidly flicks his tongue against my oversensitive clit. My body jitters with each movement, prolonging the ecstasy I am feeling. He doesn’t stop until I grip his hair tightly and pull him up to me for a kiss.
“I want to do this every morning.” He lazily remarks as he holds me close to him.
I wouldn’t complain waking up like this every day, but maybe not until I move out. The last thing I want is for my mom to hear anything. I swear I would die of embarrassment if she did. Odin would beam with pride, knowing how loud he could make me. But that’s not something I want my mom involved in, in any way.
Odin and I shower, get dressed in some clean clothes, and leave my room. We enter the kitchen where my mom is busy cooking up a storm for Thanksgiving tonight. No Scrubs by TLC is playing through the speakers in the kitchen while mom is dancing around and singing to the lyrics as she cooks.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, embarrassed that Odin is seeing this, but he just has a big smile on his face. I watch as Odin walks over to my mom, singing along with her as he makes a cup of coffee for me and himself.
I lean against the wall, a smile on my face as I watch my mom and Odin hanging out and enjoying each other’s company. It makes my heart feel full, and I wish that I could have had a lifetime of this. If only I had grown up here instead of Florida.
“Any plans for the holiday?” Mom asks.
“None. Dad is out of town and mom… isn’t feeling well. So, I will probably just hang out with Midas and Zeus.” Odin shrugs his shoulders like it isn’t a big deal.
I can already see the wheels turning in Mom’s head. She may still be skeptical of them, but she would never let anyone go without. Especially on a holiday.
“All of your dads are out of town?”
“Yeah, they are. And Zeus’s mom has to work at the hospital tonight.” He sips his coffee, savoring the rich taste on his tongue.
Why the hell don’t I have a cup yet? I wander in, grab a mug, and pour some delicious coffee. Adding my sugar and cream before sipping.
Mom looks over to me, and I give her my best please invite them over for Thanksgiving dinner look. Mom rolls her eyes at me, knowing she is already going to invite them over. She glances at the meal she is making, calculating how much more she would need to make for three teenage boys. I survey the food, noticing that it looks like more than enough for the five of us, but Mom starts cooking some extra dishes, just in case.
The day went by quickly. After Odin texted the others to inform them of their invitation to my house for Thanksgiving, it didn’t take them long to come over.
Odin, Zeus, Mom, and I spent the day cooking together while Midas kept to himself. He observed everything Mom did, taking in every detail. I don’t know when was the last time he had a home-cooked meal, let alone a holiday meal.
He spent the day watching, keeping his distance. Especially from me. Every time I attempted to get near him, he would give me a guilty look before moving away from me. I’m not going to lie, that hurt like hell every time it happened. Even Odin and Zeus noticed him acting weird, but had no explanation as to why.
The five of us are sitting at the table. Mom is sitting at the head of the table with me and Odin to her right, and Zeus and Midas to her left. All our plates are filled. The only sound in the room is the clinking and scraping of utensils on plates.
The tension in the room is thick and awkward. There may have been fun earlier in the day, with cooking and music, but now that we are all sitting together, no one seems to know what to say anymore.
I nudge Odin in the ribs, hoping he will be able to say something to make this feel more comfortable. He gives me a wicked smile that instantly makes me regret wanting his help.
“Thank you for dinner, Emma.” Odin looks at me, licks his lips. “ Everything you made is delicious.” He winks at me. My cheeks instantly flame, and my thighs clench together, remembering our morning together. Odin’s tongue is beyond skilled.
Mom thanks Odin, and the conversation seems to pick up from there. The guys tell her about their interests, school, and more surface-level trivia, but at least they are speaking now.
I’m grateful that Mom is taking the time to get to know them. I think she is still wary after everything that happened with he who shall not be named (Evan). Not that I blame her. I still have doubts about the Kings because of him, but as of right now, they have shown me that they are nothing like him.
I pick my fork up and take a bite of food, silently enjoying the camaraderie. It feels like things are finally starting to look better. My stalker -who may be the guy’s dads- hasn’t done anything recently. Things are doing well with the Kings and with Dante, but not together. No one will still tell me why, but that’s a problem for another day.
The doorbell rings suddenly, but we aren’t expecting anyone. Odin goes to stand, but I put my hand on his arm, halting him. I walk to the front door, curious who it could be, but when I open it, it’s the last person I ever expected.
Evan.
Evan is standing outside my door.
Why the fuck is he here?
His face lights up with a smile that he used to give me when I would make him happy. A smile I used to live for, but now I can see what it means. A way to pull me into him. To make me forget all the horrible things he did to me. A false security that was never there. His arms are out wide, ready to hug me, but I push him away from the door and shut it behind me.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I keep my voice low, not wanting anyone to hear us.
Evan drops his arms, leaving the false happiness behind, and shows his true colors. A fiery anger lights his eyes, and his hands ball into fists. I can see the desire in him to hit me. To “teach” me my place.
“How dare you speak to me like that? Especially after I flew out here just to see my fiancée on Thanksgiving.” His tone is harsh, just the way I remembered when he was angry with me.
“Ex-fiancée.” I snip back, my arms crossed over my chest.
“We aren’t over until I say we are.” Evan steps into me. His face is inches away from mine.
I try to hide the fear that he brings out in me, but I can’t stop the flinch when I see his hand move towards my face. He lets out a low, menacing chuckle at my reaction.
“You know I would never hurt you, flower. You are the one who made me hurt you before. I never would have done those things if you didn’t push me to do them.” Gone was the anger, and in its place was a fake sweet voice. One that I hated to hear. One that haunted me.
I don’t want him to be close enough to touch me. To share the same air as him. What I needed him to do was move away, but instead he stepped closer, placing his hands on my hips. Dread and disgust coursed through me from his touch. My body frozen but begging to act.
Evan whispers in my ears, but I can’t hear the words. All I hear are the cruel taunts he used to say to me. You need to lose weight. You look like a slut. You need to be better. Words that hurt, but now just give me strength.
I place my hands on his chest and shove. Evan takes a few steps back, shocked that I stood up for myself. And I don’t stop. I keep shoving. His feet are teetering on the edge of the stairs, and I push him one last time, watching as he falls down the few steps onto the lawn.
“You fucking bitch!” Evan screams.
He gets up, readying himself to charge at me, but the front door opens and Odin steps out, leaving the door open.
“What’s going on, princess?” Odin checks me over, making sure I am fine.
My hands are shaking, and my breathing is a little erratic, but besides that, I feel fine. Better than fine. Finally having the power to stand up to Evan makes me feel like I am on cloud nine. It’s an addicting feeling.
“Princess?” Evan scoffs. At that moment, Zeus and Midas come outside and surround me.
“That’s enough, Evan.” I bite back.
“Are you fucking them all?” Evan glares at me. “You fucking slut.”
The retort I want to spew at him is on the tip of my tongue, but before I can say anything, Midas launches himself at Evan, punching him in the jaw. Zeus steps up behind me, his arm wrapping around my midsection, offering me comfort while Midas and Evan wrestled on the lawn. It wasn’t wrestling as much as it was Midas kicking the crap out of Evan.
After a few minutes, and Evan looking like he was on death's door, Odin walked down the steps and hauled Midas off. The two of them stood over a bloody, broken, and cowering Evan.
“Next time I see you harassing my girl, I will put a bullet between your eyes, and no one will ever find your body.” Odin’s voice is as sharp as a knife.
Evan glares at me through swollen eyes one last time, promising me this isn’t over, before getting up and limping towards his rental car.
The four of us stay rooted to our spots as we watch him pull out of the driveway and down the road, until we can’t see him anymore. Midas and Odin speak to each other in low voices. I can’t hear them, but I can see the unshed violence in their stances. Their bodies are tense, like a cobra ready to strike. When they turn towards me, all that fades away, leaving behind the sweet men I have grown to care for.
“Who is ready for dessert?” Odin claps his hands together.