Page 121 of The Prayers We Pray (The Path of Temptation 5)

I heard him. I also didn't hear a joke in that. My god was sitting at the end of my bed, holding onto me the way a mere man would. His face was soft. His eyes were worried. In this moment, he didn't look divine. He looked so terrifyingly human that I wished I really was able to answer his prayers.

"What do you pray for?" I asked.

"More time," he replied, pulling just a little more. "This was easier when we kept our distance, and now all I want is another moment in your arms. I want to love your men and see how that drives you wild. I want more, Nari - and I never want it to end."

So I crawled onto his lap, resting my knees outside his hips without letting go of his cheek. I used my hand on his face to make sure he couldn't look away as I slid my hips against his, searching his eyes for some sign that he was going to tell me to stop.

He didn't.

Zeal's hands shifted inside my shirt, following the lace up my back. His lips parted and his entire body softened against mine, making it clear that he wasn't going anywhere. Then, slowly, I leaned in to brush my mouth against his. The moment our lips touched, Zeal's hands paused, his fingers pressing into my skin a little harder, so I flicked my tongue against the seam of his mouth.

His lips parted, and something inside him ignited. The sound in his throat was primal, and he leaned back, carrying me with him until I lay over his body. His tongue thrust into my mouth, but I met it, then matched it, exploring his mouth the same way. My fingers slid into his hair, sliding over the curls. His hand moved lower, cupping my ass.

"Hold," he breathed before shifting both of us higher.

I didn't get the chance to grab him, but I also didn't need to. His grip kept me locked against his body until we had enough room for my legs to be on the bed. His were still hanging off, but neither of us cared. I just wanted to kiss him again, to feel his touch against my skin, and to make it clear that I wasn't about to go anywhere.

I was reaching for his mouth again when the door cracked open. Both of us paused, glancing back to see who'd joined us. Anver stood in the doorway, looking from me to Zeal and then back. A shy smile curled his lips, but just when he shifted to leave, Zeal reached out and crooked a finger, summoning him closer.

"Come, my lost one?" he begged.

Anver took another step into the room, easing the door closed behind him. "I just, um, felt something, so I was worried..."

"Good," Zeal murmured, crooking that finger again. "But if I was doing something horrible to her, what would you do, Anver? Would you make me stop? Or would you make her?"

Anver moved toward the side of the bed, his eyes shifting between both of us appreciatively. "Don't ever make me choose, Zeal," he said before reaching out to cup the side of my face, turning his attention to me. "I'm not sure I could make that decision."

"I'm not sure you'll ever have to," I promised, leaning towards him.

Anver kissed me, holding nothing back. Below me, Zeal moaned in approval, and I could feel him hardening against me. Shifting my hips, I rocked across the ridge in his pants at the same pace as my tongue tangled with Anver's. I felt Anver's lips fighting a smile, and then he pulled back.

"You do know that works better when your god isn't wearing clothes," he teased.

Which made me think devious things. "Going to help me undress him?" I asked.

Zeal just relaxed into the bed. "I like this idea."

So I rolled off Zeal's body and began to pull at his shirt. Anver moved to the end of the bed and tugged at a shoe. Zeal made no move to fight us, but the worry was gone from his eyes and a smile had taken over his lips. He had to sit up so I could slide his shirt over his head, but the moment it was gone, Zeal reached for the buttons on mine. Taking his time about it, he opened my shirt while Anver made his way up to Zeal's pants, climbing across the bed to reach.

"Mm, she's beautiful, isn't she, Anver?" Zeal asked as his pants fell open.

Anver just leaned in to kiss the side of Zeal's neck, pushing his pants down until the bed prevented any more. "So are you. Going to share?"

We both turned to look at him.

Anver just ran his eyes over my body. "It seems I like the way you put me in the middle, Nari." Then, letting go of Zeal, he moved to spread my shirt. "I like watching sex. I love kissing both of you. Sometimes, I want to touch, and you don't care how I do it." He kept going until my shirt slid down my shoulders.

"He has just realized that while he doesn't get sexual desire," Zeal explained, "he still has some desire. He still likes pleasure. He simply doesn't tie it together the way you do. He doesn't want sex, Nari. Anver wants love and to be allowed to enjoy the beauty."

"Yeah..." Anver agreed as he pulled me in to taste my lips again.

I liked this new confidence he had. I loved how he was willing to explore his needs, finally trying to learn what they even were. I also noticed that while I kissed Anver, Zeal was pushing off his pants, careful not to force us apart in the process. It was enough to make me reach back and ease my panties down.

I got them to my knees, then had to break the kiss to get them the rest of the way off. Zeal tossed his pants away, and Anver yanked his own shirt over his head. Yet, the moment I was naked, Zeal flipped me over so I was on my belly, pushed a hand between my knees, and leaned in.

His lips kissed my ass, then the spot where it met my thigh. Just as Anver dropped his pants, I tried to lift myself onto my knees, and that was all Zeal needed. His tongue swept between my folds, sending my nerves into overdrive. Throwing my head back, I gasped, loving how it felt to be taken by a god, and Anver caught the back of my neck. Urging me higher, he crawled his naked body towards me, and then kissed me again.

He wasn't hard, but he still looked amazing. The lace on his body was a true work of art. The way he guided me up until he could reach my mouth was alluring. The feel of Zeal's tongue teasing my entrance and swirling around my clit felt so fucking amazing that I never wanted this to end.

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