“How about both?” He chuckled, his fingers pushing away his brother’s shirt as he found my clit, and we began to play.
Odin’s storm was there, flushed with heat as he leaned down, and I twisted my head so he could kiss me. He held me close, his hand rubbing small circles over my clit as he loved me.
I trembled, his harsh scent wrapping around me, calming me. Everything that had happened faded away as I became lost in him. I groaned, trying to lift my hips up for easy access.
“That’s more like it,” he said as his free hand ran down my arm.
He touched my wrist and I hissed, pulling back quickly. They stung from the ties and my tender skin was already starting to bruise.
Odin’s eye shuttered closed and he pressed his nose to my hair, inhaling deeply. “I’m so sorry.” The pain in his voice was so real that my heart broke for him.
He gently raised my arm, pressing the softest of kisses to the harshest marks. “This never should have happened.”
“But it was my fault for luring you to my room in the first place.”
He shook his head. “That’s not true. The only person to blame here is Michael.”
I grit my jaw, pushing back another wave of tears threatening to escape, my cheeks burning from the slaps.
“I don’t want to think about it,” I said quietly. “Just touch me.” I pressed my ass on his cock, grinding on him as I turned back to kiss him.
He was exactly what I needed after everything—the kidnapping, the fear they were dead, the sickly smell of an alpha who could kill me. It didn’t matter how confident I had been, how I lost control of myself. My cheek was throbbing, my jaw pulsing, my mouth cut up inside, and his kiss soothed the ache.
We became lost in each other, his arms around my stomach and chest, embracing me, clinging to me, the sheer weight of his muscles burying me in safety.
He was more important than my last breath, and from the way his aura surged as we kissed, he felt the same.
“I’m so hot,” I purred, my hips moving against him. “I need you, Odin.”
“You asked for it,” he growled as he pressed two fingers against my entrance, then rumbled as he started to push inside me.
Just as I spread my legs wider, Apollo and Zeus entered the car.
Zeus
Odin carried Candy down to the car, and Apollo stayed right beside her, watching her intensely.
I hated that crease on his brow, the worry in his eyes, how hard and stiff his body was.
But fuck me, my mate was incredible. I should have reached him more quickly, should have pulled him back from smashing that guy’s face in, but I almost didn’t want to.
As soon as Candy was in the car, I reached for him again. He looked up at me blankly. It was a struggle to find him through the bond. His presence was so scattered, all I could do was hold him.
I’d only let him go so a medic could push his arm back in place. They were too wrapped up in trying to stop Mr Roberts choking on his own blood, and Apollo didn’t want the medics touching him after everything that had just happened.
There was still fear beating under me. If we had lost Candy, lost him, I didn’t know if I could take it. I loved him so deeply that I didn’t know what I would do without him.
Bones chucked us a towel before heading towards the large van Arrow was stationed outside. He stood with his arms folded, glaring at us with thin lips.
There wasn’t a single chance they were getting away with this. The entire fucking time they were running us through the plan, they knew they were tricking us.
We were having a serious fucking talk when all this shit died down.
My jaw grit as I clenched the towel. Apollo was standing by the car door, staring in after Candy. His breathing was too slow, and he was still close to breaking.
I had to feel his body on me or I was going to get jittery. Light touches and strokes weren’t enough.
“Apollo,” I said. He started at my hoarse voice. It was enough of a warning as I slid my hands around his waist, spinning him around, pushing him back on the car. I pressed myself up against him, covering every inch of him, wrapping him in my scent as my lips crashed onto his.