Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Izzy
When I get back to my room, I still don’t have any answers.
Before becoming a god, the world felt…easier, more black and white.
Most of the time, I knew when something was right or wrong, but I seem to know less and less these days.
Oliver isn’t a good person, I’m pretty damned sure of that, but it also doesn’t mean he will betray us.
I believe he is afraid of Thea and the other gods, and fear does strange things to a person.
The door to my room creaks open, and I stiffen, preparing my attack. I fully believe Oliver is going to step into my room, but instead, Reid is suddenly there. I release my magic like releasing a breath, and watch him in the moonlight.
He’s changed since becoming a god. It isn’t just that he’s confident enough to be standing in my room in nothing but boxers, nor is it that he seemed to swell every day since becoming a god, the muscles in his chest, stomach, arms, and even his legs growing more pronounced. It’s the sense of confidence around it.
I like the changes.
Smiling, I slowly sit up.
He runs a hand through his dark brown hair. For a second, he reminds me of his brother, but then he’s all Reid again. “I wasn’t sure if I should come. The days have been long, and tomorrow’s going to be longer.”
“I’m glad you’re here.” I pat the bed beside me. “I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
To my relief, he closes the door and walks across the room, then lies down, pulling me against him.
In his arms I feel safe and loved in a way I never did as a kid, and it’s such a relief after pretending to be my sister.
I think back to the last family I lived with.
I hate that I still think of them sometimes.
Something inside of me had whispered they were at least a family, even if they didn’t like me very much.
But with my guys, I feel that sense of family paired with an unwavering love.
It helps to ease some of the hurt that rises up every time I think of my old foster family.
His hands slowly run through my tangled hair. “What’s keeping you up?”
I release a slow breath, then decide that if there’s anyone I can tell the truth to, it’s Reid.
“Oliver is just here because he’s miserable with the other gods, but I think he’ll betray us if it suits him, because he’s a little rotten at his core.
I’m not sure I can blame him if things are as bad there as he says. ”
Reid continues to stroke my hair. “So what are you wondering about?”
It all rushes out. “Should we really trust someone who’s only out for themselves? Or should we just use him like a tool? Or should we try to get him to see that our powers shouldn’t be abused?”
He takes a minute to answer. “I think we’re cautious of him. We keep our guard up and be smart, but during that time there’s nothing wrong with showing him that we don’t have to use our powers for harm.”
I smile and turn toward him.
“What?” he says, and it’s hard to read his expression in the moonlight.
“I just love that you always make me feel better when I’m doubting myself.”
He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “I’m going to work really hard so one day you don’t doubt yourself at all.”
I lean forward and kiss him. It had been meant to be a short, sweet kiss, but it slowly turns into something deeper.
When I finally pull back, we’re both panting.
“Whoa,” he whispers, and I feel him shudder.
Which is flattering as hell.
I kiss him again, and this time I slip my tongue into his mouth.
He jumps a little in surprise, which makes me giggle against his lips, but then our kiss deepens and my amusement falls away.
His hands run up and down my arms, sending goosebumps racing across my flesh, and then he rolls so I’m under him.
He breaks our kiss deeply. “Were you…uh…tired…or...?”
I laugh again. “Maybe the old Reid is still here after all.” I pull him closer. “But no, I’m not, uh, tired.”
We’re back to kissing, but our hands can’t seem to stay still.
They run over each other, as if memorizing the flesh underneath.
And yet again, I’m grateful he’s in nothing but boxers, because not only am I getting to touch far too much of his skin, but it’s also easy to feel just how attractive he finds me.
I reach between us and grasp him, and his entire body stiffens. A look of pure pleasure comes over his face, and then I can’t help myself, I tug the material down. His skin is soft, but his cock is so damn hard. And moisture beads his tip so perfectly that I can’t help but stroke him up and down.
He shudders again. “You don’t need to do that. I’m more than ready to go…”
Maybe I don’t have to do it, but I sure as hell want to.
And when one of his hands cups my breast, flicking the nipple beneath the material of my t-shirt, I feel both my nipples harden.
I’m breathing hard, barely thinking. I just love that this is what’s between us now.
Not a cold distance. Not a friendship. Something deeper. Something more.
In seconds, he’s stripping us both, and I’m helping him, eager to feel my skin against his. When we’re both naked, he settles over me once more. But this time, our eyes just meet and hold.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you too.”
And then his lips met mine, before slowly kissing down my throat. At the junction of my neck, he sucks, and I moan, digging my fingers into his hair. For a long time, I just lay there, feeling those lips of his moving over my skin, memorizing his touch.
But when he moves to my breasts, the energy between us seems to change.
His touch isn’t just nice, it’s torture.
I almost demand he get on with it when that hot mouth of his closes over one of my nipples, and my blood turns to lava, racing through my veins.
He takes his time enjoying my breasts, and by the time he moves lower, I’m more than ready to go.
Not that I mind when he puts my legs over his shoulders and spreads me wide before licking me slowly. His tongue feels rough and absolutely delicious, everything I didn’t know I wanted and more. I press my hands to the back of his head and hold him closer, then thrust against his mouth.
And oh, hell. I see stars.
I work myself against him until the heat threatens to consume me, and then I make a strangled sound, and Reid finally pulls back from me. My tense body collapses back on the bed, but I’m not ready to be done yet.
Hell, if he stops now, I’ll be pissed.
But my Reid is still a good guy. He still wants to give me everything I want. In that way, he could never change. He rises above me, the tip of his cock pressing between my folds, then slowly eases himself inside of me.
My pulse fills my ears. I wrap my legs behind his back and pull him in deep, frustrated by his slow pace.
A string of curses leaves his lips, and then he begins to fuck me hard.
Each thrust sends stars dancing in front of my vision.
And instead of just an overwhelming sense of pleasure, the tension in my muscles winds tighter and tighter until I finally explode.
My orgasm slams into both of us, and a second later, Reid is coming too. My name is a chant on his lips as he makes every nerve inside my body scream in pleasure, and then I’m screaming his name too.
I don’t know how long we go on like that before I come back to myself, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his arms around me. But the moment...it’s perfect. Absolutely what I need in that moment, the night before I might face my sister as an enemy.
And then I hear the door to my room creak open.
On the other side, Aiden, Van, and Wilder all stand.
“Is something wrong?”
Van lifts a brow. “We figured either you two were fucking or you were being attacked.”
I feel my cheeks heat.
Aiden clears his throat. “On that note, we’re already up.”
I grin, trying to push aside my embarrassment. “This is a pretty big bed…”