Page 15 of A Song of Saints and Swans
Calm the fuck down, you animal.
Blessedly, Anthia wasn’t paying me any mind. Instead, she set down the bowl and turned to face my twin.
“This is… proving to be more difficult than I expected,” she haltingly spoke, her voice as vulnerable as I’d ever heard it. “I feel like an outsider looking in on my own life.”
A regretful expression I did not like one bit passed over Marena’s face as her gaze flickered to me before returning to our apparentlymutualobsession.
“I understand completely, ‘Thia. It’s times like these when we must make a choice—to remain on our current path or blaze a new trail alone.”
Oh, no you don’t...
All at once, I realized what my twin was up to, and pure rage coursed through me in response. If she thought for one second that I would be happierwithouther—even with Anthia in my arms—then she had been hanging around Veles in his gloomy castle of doom for far too long.
I won’t let you run from me.
Fromthis.
Anthia must have sensed something as well, as she immediately strode to where my twin sat. When Rena patted the bed next to her,ourswan firmly shook her head, clearly conveying that wasn’t good enough.
Absolutely perfect.
A tense stand-off followed, where Anthia must have conveyed exactly where she wanted to end up. Marena pursed her lips, but scooted backward, allowing the other woman to sit between her thighs—immaculately fitting her tempting curves into the soft embrace I knew well.
Fuuuuck me.
My goddess must have sensed how perilously close I was to implosion, as she quickly cut through my feral thoughts.
“Jarilo. Come here.”
Like always, my tension immediately dissolved. Guided by the sound of her voice, I instinctively glided over—my body obeying her command without me needing to think about it.
Blissful oblivion.
When I came to a stop a respectful distance away, Marena’s smile of approval warmed me like the fires of springtime.
“Our little dove is having a hard time. Why don’t you tell her how you serve your goddess?”
Is she suggesting…?
I forced my heart rate to remain steady, even as every fiber of my beingachedfor the shifter I was dying for.
“On my knees,” I calmly replied, snapping my gaze to Anthia’s wide eyes. “But only if it would please you,Anhel.”
The swan looked so shocked by the dynamic she was witnessing, I almost laughed. Of course, she would assume I took charge in the bedroom—and I usually did—but not here.
And I want to serve my angel in the same way.
“I…” Anthia stuttered, endearingly nervous, even as the scent of her arousal almost brought me to my knees, permission be damned.
Please, let me serve you.
“Yes,” Anthia barely spoke above a whisper, but her consent was all I needed to hear.
Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I slowly approached and sank to my knees at her feet. Resting my palms on her thighs, I spread her open enough to fit between them, nearly going cross-eyed as her scent magnified.
Behave.
“Everything I offer is in service to you.” I maintained my even tone, desperate to put her at ease. “Anything you ask of me, anything you want, you shall have it.”
