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Then he fell to his knees and worshipped.

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COWSLIP

(MAD VIOLETS, SHOOTING STARS)

MEANING: DIVINITY; DIVINE BEAUTY, YOU ARE MY DIVINITY

OCEAN

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Everett consumed me like a starving man. It was the first time his mouth had touched me, and he held nothing back. The way his hands gripped my hips and ass, feasting.

There was nothing but him. No doubts and no more hesitation. Only him.

Alpha.

And me.

Omega.

I shuddered, pleasure sweeping up over me in a wave that had my fingers gripping ancient stone and offering prayers I didn’t remember knowing.

Everett groaned with me, fucking me with his tongue through that pleasure and leaving me spent, but not alone. He’d barely stepped away for seconds when I felt the relief of his skin on mine, the curve of his cock entering and his piercing finding the spot that made the very air sing.

His hands came down on mine on the altar, pinning me in place. I was so full of him and trapped by him in the most carnal way possible. Teeth scraped over the point of my pulse with a delicious threat. An Alpha teasing an Omega with the bite that meant forever.

“You see what you do to me?” He growled in my ear. “You turn me into a madman, Ocean. Not just anyone. You. Your body.” He thrust me into the altar, emphasizing the hardness of his body and the softness of mine. “Your scent. Fuck.”

I whined, the sound desperate. All I wanted was more of him, because this was everything. It was a sacrifice of a sort. Offering my fears and insecurities and letting them untangle from my soul while Everett fucked them out of me.

They wouldn’t go away. They were twisted too deeply for that. But I felt the shift. A loosening of a knot so deep I’d never been able to reach it. And maybe I never would have. Maybe it was too far on my own. Someone had to hold on to me and let me know they would pull me back before I fell.

That was what it took to touch that knot of pain and shame and everything else.

Someone else finding beauty in the things the rest of the world had painted with black and rot.

Three someones.

Everett’s piercing hit me deep, and I came. It felt like a breath of mountain air. Like waking up and feeling whole.

“On the altar, goddess.”

If I was a goddess, then he was the god he’d looked like before. He knelt above me, staring down where I was wrecked and ruined and perfect.

I hadn’t quite made it to my back, and he didn’t care, lifting a leg over his shoulder to plunge into me once more. This time deeper.

“Holy shit.” I tried to hold on and barely could.

Everett’s body slapped against mine, every punishing thrust bottoming out inside me. I could do nothing but take it.

Be worshipped.

His eyes devoured me as he took me, showing me exactly what he meant when he told me he liked the way my body moved. There was no shame in this. No embarrassment. Not when my husband’s eyes looked like they glowed with the fire of the gods themselves and he’d set the world ablaze with it if he could just keep looking at me.

“One more,” he breathed, muscles straining. Sweat lined his body and made him shine in the sun.

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