Page 50 of Gods and Graves

“Fuck, Everett.” I gasp as another finger joins the first two, eliciting moan after moan from my parted lips.

My hips rock as if they have a mind of their own, meeting each of his thrusts as I chase my release. I’m right on the edge, and any second I’ll teeter over that cliff side.

Faster. I need him to go faster.

He grips my chin with his free hand, his fingers bruising, and kisses me once more. Below, he begins to move his hand even faster, his digits curling deep inside of me as I cry out.

A smug grin splits his cheeks as he slowly pulls his wet fingers out of my cunt, bringing them to his lips to taste one after the other. I watch, transfixed, my chest heaving, as he sensually licks first one huge finger and then the next.

“Fucking divine,” he growls.

“Everett,” I moan, running my hands down his broad shoulders and corded forearms.

“Yes, baby?”

“Fuck me,” I whisper, kissing his chin.

He grunts, his hips jerking upwards. “What’s the magic word?”

“Now,” I snap.

A strangled noise—something between a moan and a laugh—escapes him, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back with him hovering over me. He keeps all of his weight on his arms so as to not crush me.

“Are you sure, baby?” he whispers, staring intently down at my face, gauging my reaction for any signs of discomfort or regret.

But I want him.

I love him.

I cup his face and meet his lips in a kiss so fiery and passionate, I wouldn’t be surprised if the couch we’re on explodes into flames.

“I’m sure,” I whisper.

He nods once, his eyes searching mine, and reaches between our bodies for his massive dick.

“I’ll go slow,” he promises, and the tip of him enters me, one inch at a time.

My breath hitches at the intrusion, because gods above, he’s huge. Somehow, he feels even bigger inside of me, both in width and length.

“You’re okay, Thea. You’re okay,” Everett soothes, pausing to allow me time to adjust. When I nod, encouraging him to continue, he pushes another inch inside of me. “Look at how well you’re taking my cock. You look so goddamn beautiful like this.”

Inch after painful inch, he enters me. And when he’s finally all the way inside of me, he pauses, lowering his forehead to mine.

“Are you okay, baby?” He kisses away first one tear and then the next.

When did I start crying?

But I am okay, despite the initial pain.

He may not have rewritten my past—none of the guys are capable of doing that—but he’s replacing a horrible memory with a better one. Now, when I think of the battle with Ares, I’ll remember this moment, with him.

“I’m perfect,” I promise. Then, in a more hesitant voice, I add, “But go slow at first.”

Everett’s eyes heat as he nods, kissing my lips chastely before I force him to deepen it, my tongue tangling with his. I may want him to go slow, but that doesn’t mean I want him to hold back. Not with me. Never with me.

I survived things no one should ever have to go through, and I emerged on the other side of it stronger than anyone can possibly imagine. I can handle everything Everett throws at me—all of his anger and passion.

Everett begins to move his hips—but slowly at first. Allowing me to get used to him. He slides a hand down my belly to stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Yes, Everett,” I cry out, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my heels into the toned muscles of his ass. “Faster.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He grins slightly—devilishly—before picking up the pace, his balls slapping against me with every forward thrust. The sensation of being stretched and filled by him is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

As he fucks me, he continues to play with my clit, stroking and thrumming it with ruthless abandon.

My body arches as my climax rampages through me, stealing my breath and all coherent thoughts. All I’m capable of doing is chanting his name. A feeling of rightness, of belonging, cascades through me as Everett’s hips turn jerky and he roars out his own release.

This is where I belong.

With him.

With them.

Our breathing is shallow as we stare at each other, both of us lost in the moment. Lost in each other. I can’t look away from his eyes, which seem to be speckled with gold.

“I love you so damn much, Thea,” Everett whispers, his eyes sparking with adoration.

He leans down to brush his nose against mine, the cute gesture doing just as much to me as those words.

“I love you too,” I whisper, maintaining eye contact.

I want him to see my sincerity, to know that he owns me, heart, body, and soul.

An expression I would almost describe as giddy lights up Everett’s face. He shifts us slightly so I’m nestled in the crook of his arm, my back against the couch. He absently strokes my bare skin.

“The others are going to be here soon,” he tells me, though he makes no room to move or get up.

I grin up at him. “Are you suggesting we turn this two-way into a five-way?”

I have the great pleasure of seeing red creep into his cheeks as he sputters and coughs. When I laugh, he playfully snarls.

“Brat.” He swats at my ass, and I giggle, attempting to arch away.

“You act like that’s a bad thing, but you know you love it,” I tease, smiling up at him.

And then my smile fades as I’m wracked by pain so intense that my breath leaves me.

“Thea?” Everett’s eyes instantly shadow with concern, and he shifts us so we’re both sitting upright. “Baby? What’s going on?”

“No…No…No,” I whisper as my chest seems to crack down the middle, my internal organs rearranging themselves.

Behind Everett, the walls begin to drip steadily, blood raining down. A shadowy monster materializes from around the corner, grinning malevolently.

“Thea! Answer me! What’s happening?” Everett’s eyes are frantic as they search my own.

But I can’t speak past the pain twisting up my insides.

The bandage Athena put on me… It broke.

It finally snapped, just like she said it would. I don’t know if it’s because of the excess of souls on earth or something else, but I know that this is it. I can feel it in my bones.

The end.

“Everett.” Tears cascade down my cheeks as I stare into his ruggedly handsome face, knowing it will be the last time I’ll ever see it. “I love you. I love the others. Tell them.”

His eyes widen. “Thea, no. Please?—”

But before he can finish his sentence, I’m yanked away.

I must black out for a second, because when I reopen my eyes, I’m no longer with Everett in the safe house.

I’m back in my little room, with the dagger of souls clenched tightly in my hand.