Chapter 42 Fury
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Fury
Love.
I wanted it. My soul was desperate for it. What we Gods had in our ethereal forms was nothing more than a numbing existence. The three people who were once closest to me soon became my enemies after I told them our life wasn’t enough for me.
They’d originally called me mad. We were Gods. Of course it was enough. We were everything—until I pointed out what we were missing, high up in our all-knowing, all-seeing sphere of being.
We could never experience the reality of being flesh. We could never experience the ecstasy of two bodies becoming one. That was always a fascination of mine, and soon, it became a fascination of Oona’s. She wanted me. And I didn’t want her.
I wanted star-crossed lovers. I wanted to learn everything from them.
Upon coming to Maia and creating my beasts, I gave them all mates.
I gave them everything I wanted. I could’ve made my own mate, but that wasn’t what I yearned for.
There was meant to be courting, falling for each other, friendship, banter, soft touches, lingering kisses.
Waiting was a virtue I was willing to partake in. I’d wait for eternity to find her.
Then, they imprisoned me, my heart turning to the shadows of my nature. Everything I came to this world for seemed lost to me. Until I found Dove. She saw through my darkness, and I found my first friend. Someone I’d lose everything to protect.
Here I am, back in all my glory, standing as the God Orion with the female I love, and all I want is for her to want me back. It’s in her, deep, pushed down because she doesn’t think she could ever deserve a Goddess.
I’m here to tell her that she deserves more than me. I’m the one who isn’t worthy.
I know Dove won’t listen to me. It’s written all over her face, all over her heart. She felt it—I know she did—when I was completely open to her, gifting her as much of my power as I could without completely losing myself in the process.
Making up my mind quickly without giving Dove’s two protectors space to think, I’m in front of her, my powers allowing me to move freely without consequence.
With my body before her, those light green eyes look on with surprise, her pert pink lips open just a touch, my hand perfectly poised to cup the delicate bones of her jaw.
In the blink of an eye, I steal her away.
She’s mine, and they will eventually see that. My heart is awash in shadows. I no longer care for right or wrong. I will have her.
“Fury.” Dove’s voice is breathless, her hands gripping me by the chest, the sensation a thrill to my rock-hard cock.
She is going to be my first. Dove was my first kiss.
Now she will have everything else my tangible form can spare.
Fates, I never knew what the creatures beyond this island meant when they talked of obsession.
I know it now. I feel it to my core.
A howl comes from outside the high-reaching walls of my tower.
I didn’t take her very far. The prince and the shifter will be here in movements.
I just need the rhythms to stop momentarily so I can open up to her.
To let down these barriers. Once she sees there’s no one else for me, Dove won’t be able to deny this.
Grasping the edges of her soft cheeks, I see her green eyes glitter, a well of tears ready to fall, gaps filling.
My forehead goes to rest against hers. “You are everything I have dreamt of. You are mine. I am yours. You may think yourself unworthy, but in truth, I am unworthy of your strength, your courage. I face this world with extreme power. You have only faced adversity, and it has only made you stronger. I am in awe of you.”
The smell of saccharine-sweet tears falling from Dove’s eyes grips me. Grasping her chin in my fingers, I guide her face up so I can see everything I can feel—the desire, the need.
Licking a line from her jaw to the soft pockets of her eyelids, I lap up her tears while assuaging her fears. “You say you hate me. You’re angry. I feel it. I see it. But don’t ever think that’s the end of this. Of us. I promise you, Dove, it’s just the beginning.”
A pounding comes from the stone stairs, my wolf coming to save her. He has done well. I feel his pain. I feel all of my creations’ pain when they lose their mates. I’m glad his wolf bound itself to her. I had a notion it could happen, my bonded and my wolf working in such close proximity.
“Get your hands off her, Fury,” Rivern, the fae, breathes hard as he stands in all his fae beauty next to Gideon’s wolf form.
The woman in my arms has closed her eyes, a soft, peaceful expression on her face. “Go to your bonded, Pet.” I shut down our connection. Her eyes fly open, small creases on her forehead. “Go, and be ready to leave for Haven. We have a king to crush.”