Page 70 of A Single Thread Of Hope

“You can feel her, can’t you? She’s in the nest. She’s back. Go, go!”

The Gryphon raced away faster than even my supernatural sight could track.

“NÉIT!” I shouted, and finally, the others appeared. I was out of breath as they all stood in front of me. “She’s back.She’s back.”

Néit’s eyes went wide. “Wren? She’s back?” Milo didn’t even wait for my answer, just dodged around me and ran down the hall toward her room.

Grabbing Demke’s arm, I dragged him toward the bedroom. “She just woke up. Scared the shit out of Tryp. She’s back.” Néit was sprinting down the hall too, saying a prayer in Gaelic as he ran. “Cy said she needs us to anchor her to this plane. We have to hurry.”

Demke didn’t ask any questions as he ran down the hall after me. As we got closer, we heard voices in the nursery. Wren was there, above the crib, crying over her sons. Happy tears—at least, I hoped so.

“They’ve gotten so big. I was gone for so long.”

She’d been gone for three weeks. The longest three weeks of my life.

Cy put his hand on her shoulder. “And you’ll be able to watch them grow forever. But you have to cement yourself here, on the mortal plane, before you’re dragged back and we have to come back up all over again.”

I hissed a pained sound, but Wren just smiled. “I’m immortal now. I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

As I felt for her, I realized it was true. She was a Demigod, like me. She’d be with us forever. Happiness I hadn’t felt since… I didn’t know when, ripped through me.

“Immortal?” someone breathed behind me, like they couldn’t quite believe it. How had we gone from having nothing to having everything we could have ever dreamed of in a moment?

Cy pushed her toward us with gentle hands. “Go. The companions and I will watch the boys. Go show your men how much you missed them.” He looked at Demke. “She needs to anchor herself here with an orgy.”

Sex. The Old Gods had always loved a good orgy.

Not going to lie, me too.

Néit didn’t hesitate. Scooping her up in his arms, he strode back to the nest. We all followed, even Griff. I looked at the Gryphon. “I think we’re going to need Teron for this one.”

Huffing out an annoyed breath, he rubbed his cheek against Wren’s head, squawking with disgruntlement at Néit. She just laughed, stroking his head. “I missed you too, Griff. I’m going to hug the shit out of you later.”

Making a purring noise, he shifted from the Gryphon to Teron in the blink of an eye. Teron gripped her face and kissed her so hard, there was no doubt in my mind he was going to anchor her to the mortal realm with everything in him.

Placing her down on the Gryphon's nest, Néit kissed her reverently. She pulled back, gasping for air. “I met your wife, by the way. Any more wives I should know about?” she teased, as he kissed all over her face.

“Only you,mo stóirín.My treasure. My wife.” He kissed her and kissed her, his lips tracing every inch of her face, but Milo was getting impatient. Shoving his huge shoulders in there, he gripped her cheeks and kissed her desperately too. It was a branding kiss. An anchoring one.

“I kept them safe for you. Made sure they knew how much you loved them, every single day.” He was talking about the babies, and judging by her renewed tears, she knew.

“I had no doubt you would, my love. There’s no one I trust with them as much as you.” She looked at Néit. “And you.” Then Demke, Teron, Tryp and me. “And you and you and you and you. All of you. I knew they’d be safe and cared for, if I couldn’t come back.”

The possibility of her not coming back being voiced out loud sent everyone into a frenzy once more, and Tryp came up beside me, his arms wrapping around my waist. We’d let them have this moment, because I’d already used my lips to ensure she was really here. Really back with us. Each of them needed their own moment for this.

I was happy to watch. As Tryp slid his hands down my body, I knew that we’d both be more than happy to watch. She looked tiny in between their big bodies, and as Néit moved down between her thighs, I got a better view. She was different from the Wren I knew. She’d always been either heavily pregnant, or still flush with motherhood, since the moment I met her. Thiswoman, spread out on the bed like a feast for greedy Gods, was younger, curvy but strong, with sweet little breasts and thighs I wanted to bury my head between.

Actually, she’d always had thighs I wanted to bury my head between, but right now, Néit had that privilege. Pushing her thighs to the side, he showed her glistening core to the whole room, and I moaned deep in my chest. I knew how she tasted, but I wanted to jog my memory so badly that my mouth was watering.

Demke was there now, at the head of the bed, and he had hisI’m in controlface on. I briefly wondered how this little power play would turn out, but when he said, “Put her on her hands and knees,” no one complained. Not even Néit, who just lifted his face, manhandled her over, and then reburied his face back in her delightful little pussy. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, Demke swooped down and kissed her in a long, steamy kiss that had so many promises attached, it was a wonder they weren’t playing in a slideshow above his head.

Milo had taken the opportunity to get naked, and I’d forgotten how beautiful he was. He was all strong, bunching muscles, the tight lines of his body screaming power with every flex. Sliding his body under hers, he took her nipple in his mouth, and judging by the way her back arched, sucked hard.

“Fuck, they make a beautiful scene,” Tryp moaned in my ear. His hand slid down inside my sweats, gripping my cock that was so hard, I didn’t know if his grip was going to be torment or sweet relief. He stroked achingly slow, not rushing anything as we watched her body undulate between them all.

She was getting close to coming on Néit’s tongue. I could see it in the way she gripped at the sheets, and the large scratches on Milo’s chest. Finally, she came, and it was the sweetest fucking sound I’d ever heard.

Still, Tryp didn’t stroke me any faster, though I could feel the hard press of his own cock against my ass. Neither of us wanted to miss a second of this.

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