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“Bunny,” he whispered, giving me that extra surge of pleasure as I came around him. The spark in his eyes and the smirk on his face that appeared as I reveled in his sexy voice fueled me. “Such a good girl,” he cooed as he pushed deeper into me. My legs wrapped around him. He wasn’t done with me, not even close based on the look he had in his eyes.

“You take my cock so well, bunny.” Shivers ran through me again. My eyes rolled at the sensation of his cock twitching inside me, as I grinded more against him. “Your pussy was made for this.” The rhythmic pulsing had me moaning his name.

“I love you,” I cried out as another orgasm ripped through me. Luci’s eyebrows pursed together; his rhythm now ruined with sporadic pushes into my body as I sunk deeper into the mattress.

“You are fucking mine, Uriel.” He growled with his wings sprouting from his body. They hovered over us, the red embers on the tips burning holes into the mattress. “You will always listen to me. You will never put yourself in danger again.” His hot breath fanned my neck.

I hummed, feeling his pelvis roll against me.

“Words, bunny,” he panted.

Biting my lip, my lashes fluttered and I stared into his dark pools of lust. “Is that the best you can do?” I quipped back.

His thrusting slowed briefly, and his eyes widened at my defiance.

I smiled, pushing my hand towards my clit.

His lip curled in amusement before throwing one of my legs over his shoulder. “You asked for it, bunny.” His voice wavered.

His rough hands pushed down on my shoulders as he ravaged me. His wings propelled his thrusts deeper and harder until we both came undone and stars brightened behind my eyes. Luci’s sweat dripped on my breasts as ropes of his cum filled me. My body was utterly spent. He rested his forehead against the side of my cheek as we panted.

“You will never leave my side again. I hope you know that.” His hand reached around my throat, giving it a light squeeze. My head rolled to the side, kissing his cheek.

“I never plan to.”

Chapter 61

Zeus

“Wegonow.”Irubbed my itchy beard. My body was a mess. Never in my life have I ever felt this weak. It was like a damn tick sucked of all the life essence from my body. My body felt itchy and sick, and the black tar that coated my body where Kronos bled out of me remained.

“Maybe you should clean up first,” Ember offered, but I shook my head. We needed to strike now while he was weakened and be rid of our father, who dared tried to attack us, for good. Next time, we wouldn’t be so lucky. Kronos only grew stronger as the years went by, and he was close this time—too close.

The gods all looked to me to lead the attack. For the first time since my numerous betrayals against Hera, they looked to me for what to do. Their eyes were stern, holding a grudge against our father. They could all do what they willed. They could go down and destroy them together without my permission, but they didn’t. They waited for my word. My apprehension made me mumble to myself, questioning why this would be.

Hades put his hand on my shoulder. “You’ve defeated him before,” Hades spoke loud enough for all to hear. “You can do it again.”

I shook my head, not feeling the confidence I once had—when Rhea, our mother, told me I had the power to do so. Yet they still looked to me as Hades continued to bolster my confidence. He could do all of this without me. They all could. Yet Hades continued to promote me as some sort of leader.

I had changed much since I last fought Kronos. I was no longer the heroic god that came in on a white stallion to gut the belly of Kronos—I was different. I had feelings of regret and guilt still swarming my soul from when I let being the High God go to my head. It was true, that Uriel had taken away much of my guilt, but I still had one person I needed to talk to if I was to properly assume the position that I have failed at for all those years. I would do things better moving forward, the way that I should have done them since the beginning.

“Hera, may I have a word?”

The goddess stood in surprise at my sudden outburst. Their murmurs of planning how to go about destroying Kronos ceased as they all stared at me. Glancing around the room, my eyes all met theirs, and I shook my head. Hera beckoned me to follow her to speak in private.

“No, this will be done in front of the others.”

If I was to gain any respect from my fellow brethren and sisters, this needed to be done publicly. If Hera refused my apology as she has rightfully done in the past, it would paint me as a tainted god, and therefore, I would relinquish my title.

“Hera, I want to formally apologize,” I raised my hands in surrender as Michael approached, his wings covering her face. “I’m not plotting anything,” I sighed, pulling my hands down. “I have been a fool, and I wanted to publicly apologize for embarrassing you, hurting you, and downright spitting in your face as the Goddess of Marriage and Partnership. I got a big damn head and took whatever I wanted all because I thought, I was powerful.” Hanging my head low; the silence of the foyer had my own thoughts echoing in my head.

“I’ve been jealous for a long while, ever since you found your mate,” I swallowed. “Even more so when I found out that you had a daughter and still didn’t tell me, despite us working together for so long.” Daring not to look to anyone but Hera, I got on one knee. The surrounding gods gasped, but the murmurs and whispers escaped my ears because my focus was on Hera.

I bow to no one, and they all know that.

“I’ve failed you and the rest of our family. I beg for your forgiveness for betraying your trust, and I offer my most sincere happiness for you and your mate, Michael.”

Michael’s stance softened with his wings falling around him. Pulling Hera from behind his body, he gave a nod of approval to approach me. My knee was still on the cold foyer floor, and the rest of the gods looked on as witnesses as Hera approached. She had been through so much with her family over the past twenty-five years with Uriel, and she didn’t feel comfortable enough to even tell me of her problems, all because of my jealousy.

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