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Pulling my sleep shirt up over my chest, he found my nipple and sucked it into his mouth the same moment Tryp found my clit. The sensation was… indescribable.

“Oh god,” I gasped, and they took that as like a starting gun for their tandem act with only one finish line in mind—making me come like I’d never come before. Tryp’s hands spread me wide and he was eating me out with wild abandon. I couldn’t see him at all below the blankets, and somehow, that made it more wild. Every sensation was a surprise. Every tongue swirl around my clit, every time he thrust an impressively long tongue inside me, was as thrilling as it was shocking.

His other half, however, was doing his best to worship at the altar of my breasts. He sucked and licked them, scraping his teeth over one side while rolling the other in his fingers, and somehow he was in perfect synchronization. It was as eerie as it was mind-blowing.

I gripped Erus’s hair in my fist, holding him to my chest as I rode Tryp’s face. “I’m so fucking close.Please,” I begged. I didn’t know how they could read my body so well, but Tryp thrust three fingers into me as he moved his mouth back to my clit, and Erus went back to kissing me messily as he lavished attention on my nipples.

I came on a high-pitched, gasping scream, my thighs locking around Tryp’s head, grinding against his nose in short, sharp movements.

When my whole body relaxed, I flipped off the blankets, hoping he was still alive down there. He leaned around the mound of my stomach, his cheeks glossy and pink, and a wide grin on his face.

“I’ve missed this,” he said dreamily, his head resting on my thigh.

Erus slumped down beside me, cuddling me close to him. “Me too.” He kissed my temple. “Thank you.”

I shook my head. I’d never been thanked for letting someone go down on me before, but I was here for it. “You’re welcome?”

Tryp chuckled, his cool breath blowing on my overheated core. He squeezed my thighs happily, and I didn’t think he was anxious to return to his pillow.

“You okay down there?”

I felt more than heard his answer. “Yep. I might never emerge from between your thighs.”

Erus laughed. “You’re going to have to, because in about three or so months, it’s going to get kinda wild down there.” He kissed me once more. “Want to have a shower with us and watch me blow Tryp for a job well done?” he asked me lightly, and I was nodding before he’d even finished.

Hell yeah, I did.

Chapter 32

ERUS

Icouldn’t see the golden life threads that Wren could see, but in this moment, I couldfeelthem wrapped around my heart, leading directly to her hands. What we’d done earlier had shifted something fundamental in my chest. And judging by the longing way that Tryp was staring at her, in his too.

Who was I kidding? If I felt this soul-deep connection, it was metaphysically impossible for him not to feel it too.

We were walking into Amourgeles, and it had been a long time since the townspeople had seen us all together. Maybe never in the lifetime of some of the younger inhabitants. We used to come to town once a year to celebrate the solstice, leaving before the moon was high, but that had fallen away in the last fifty years or so. We’d said goodnight to the old traditions, no longer trying to resurrect them for people who had science and technology and no longer believed in the mythical.

But sometimes, when we came to town en masse like this, even the most skeptical of believers could feel the shift in the air. We weren’t normal; no one could look at us and think we were. Which was why Demke had decided it was a good time to land on them, before the evidence that the mythical was real came in theform of a Hydra or something. We were much more palatable than a many-headed snake.

It was the middle of the day, so the village was pretty much empty anyway, since most of the inhabitants drove down to the larger towns and cities to work. Some even lived on the mainland and only came home for the weekends now. There wasn’t a lot to keep young people on this island, and I couldn’t blame them for that. There was a whole world out there, easily traversable, and the island life was dying out as quickly as its senior citizens.

However, those who were still in town stopped and stared, or came out of their homes to gawp. Demke led our little precession like it was one of the grand parades of a time that had crumbled into dust.

I could see Cy watching from the shadows. Demke was going to have to do something about that, but not today.

We made it to thepsistaría, and Helena, one of the locals who stayed and worked on the island full-time, came out to greet us, her smile welcoming. Well, until her eyes fell on Wren, and then she gasped.

I could see her struggling with her words, like she was trying to find the correct reverence while asking her questions. “She is an American tourist,” was what came out in Greek.

Demke nodded. “Yes.”

“Her country will look for her.”

Most people would never have been subject to the imperious glare of a God, but Helena was about to get the VIP treatment. “They will not. Wren is here for her protection, but outside of that, her movements are none of your business.”

The woman in question looked at them, hard. She knew her name, though, and she wasn’t an idiot. She knew they were having a terse conversation about her.

With a nod, Helena waved a hand at the table outside. In English, she said, “Please, take a seat.”

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