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I can feel their energy there and the insecure, weak willed man I’ve become demands that she stay away for fear of bringing them back as well. If she does, I’ll not stand a chance and it will be like the last time all over again.
I know it’s wrong. I know it’s selfish.
But when it comes to her, I’m not sure I can be any other way.
At this point I’ve proven that and more.
I’d sell my soul to the devil to make her mine.
She is Tozi, goddess blessed, andmymate.
I can’t share her.
I won’t.
I don’t know how she’s done it, but she’s back and this time I’m going to make her mine.
Chapter Nine
Felix
Wakingup,Ifeelmore refreshed than I have in a really long time. Well, aside from the overwhelming heat encompassing me and needing to stretch out my taught muscles since I’m sort of bunched up in a snuggled up ball. Only when I go to do that, I bump into something hard and realize that I’m overheated due to the muscled man meat enclosing me into such a small space in between them.
I’m legitimately smushed into being the filling of a sexy man candy sandwich if all these muscles on display are anything to go by, and all at once I’m reliving the moments before I passed out.
Magic.
Ancient languages.
Heaven’s fire.
Protective men shielding me from harm.
No, not men.
Giants…
As if I hadn’t said that word a thousand times in my head by now, it’s like a glaring neon sign flashing a warning signal in my mind.
Beware—Supernatural crossing.
Oh. My. Goddess.
Sitting up sharply, I look all around me and find that yes, these men all snuggled up into me in what can only be described as a doggy pile, are in fact the same ones who helped me when I’d been hurt by the raging storm.
Big, chivalrous, and handsome—though that word doesn’t quite do them justice—Oh! And apparently excellent snuggle buddies, how could I forget?
That all beckons so many questions in and of itself, but I feel the need to take a moment to truly question my sanity and make a mental checklist of things to work out before checking into the nearest asylum.
One: These men are, while still excessively large, not much bigger than the average basketball player from what I can see currently. Still obscenely tall, and all a little more beefcakey than a basketball player would be—more like a defensive lineman actually—but not so much so that they’d be considered otherworldly or anything.
Two: How in the actual fuck was there a storm in here when it’s now very apparent that I’m still inside of the ruins—Thank you to the many lit, albeit probably dangerous, fires about the cavernous room.
Follow up question: Who lights up a bunch of fires and then goes to sleep?
Three: Where are all the aches and pains I’d endured while being pelted with small boulders and clotted dirt clumps and whatever else assaulted me?
Four: Where are all the signs of the storm? How had this weird bed like thing stayed put with the force of a hurricane blowing through this room? Wouldn’t there at least be damage from the earthquake and crumbling ceiling?
