must be for any of them?”
“If Ra was that lonely, then why did he leave when he’d found us?” Arvyn’s head was swimming, it was all so much to take in. He thought he’d hit the lottery, having Kirill as a mate. Now a god had been thrown into the mix and Arvyn wasn’t sure if he should be running or showing his belly.
“I can’t answer that,” Wes said softly. “It may be because he knew you two, or at least Kirill knew about your bond, and he wanted to give you two time together first. I don’t know. But he won’t have gone far.”
“So, how does this work?” Kirill asked. “Have we been given to Ra by the Fates to worship him – to keep his life force going through us being good little servants and worshipping the ground he walks because no one else does anymore? I’m a Prince among my kind, a coven master in my own right. I’ve worked damn hard to reach my position and I have responsibilities I can’t just leave because a god told me to.”
“Surely it can’t be like that.” Arvyn hadn’t even considered that aspect. He didn’t have a coven or a pack, but Arvyn didn’t consider himself any less worthy than other people either.
“It’s not,” Cass snapped. “Geeze guys get with the program. Ra being able to command the sun to stop in the skies, or, I don’t know… cause the earth to rise up and create a whole new island, has got nothing to do with any of this. It’s just his ‘thing’ the same as fangs and flashy red eyes are your thing, and Arvyn changing into a wolf is his. Ra is a guy first and foremost. He likes dressing in jeans and boots. He’s just learned to ride a motorbike and has finally gotten the hang of sending text messages. He has an endless curiosity about people and he always wants to help, even when he’s hampered by the non-interference law. He’s not going to pull you away from your precious coven, or take it away from you, the same as he’s not going to disrespect Arvyn’s alpha status. And if you’re worried about who’s going to be the top in your relationship, given how you are all powerful men in your own right, you do what most of us do with our mates and learn to be versatile and love it. Sex with a mate is better than anything you’ve experienced before no matter what position you’re in.”
“Beautifully said, babe,” Wes said to Cass warmly while Arvyn cast a sideways glance at Kirill. He’d always assumed he would be the one topping in any permanent relationship he had, and from the slight flush on Kirill’s cheeks, it seemed his mate had the same idea. Looks like Ra isn’t the only one who’ll be learning new experiences. Arvyn subtly adjusted his cock.
“Now that we’ve worked out your mate problem, Kirill, I do need to talk to you about your coven, and Yakov in particular,” Wes said.
“Just one more question about Ra?” Arvyn said quickly. “How do we get in touch with him if he doesn’t live around here?” And that’s an understatement. Arvyn had no idea where gods went when they weren’t on earth.
Wes didn’t seem to mind the question. “I can get his phone number for you, or I can get Thor’s mate to summon him for you. Either way, he’s easy to reach. But there’re other things we need to handle here, first. Kirill, how much do you know about Yakov?”
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Kirill had to stop and think, his mind still processing all he’d learned about Ra. The process wasn’t helped by the fact he hadn’t taken blood in at least a month – the two individual drops taken from Arvyn and Ra not counting – and every cell in his body wanted him to sink his fangs into the warm veins he could sense in his beloved.
But Wes and Cass were on a mission. They were trying to help him, and he respected that. Although Yakov was going to be dead in the next twelve hours, so Kirill didn’t see why any information about him was important. “He’s been my second for about a year. My last second, someone who’d been with me for the previous fifty years, moved on to start a coven of his own when he met his beloved, and it was him who recommended Yakov for the job. I saw no