Goddess of Pain - Katie May Page 0,77

Then, I spin him around, so his back is to his reflection. He peers over his shoulder, eyes narrowing dangerously when he noticed what caught our attention.

Namely, the two holes cut into his pants, one on both cheeks. And apparently, Tate decided to go commando today, his peachy white ass on clear display.

“Desmond!” he roars, face turning a strange combination of red and purple in his fury. “I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“Hey!” Desmond holds up his hands placatingly as he attempts to use the coffee table as a buffer. “How was I supposed to know that you wouldn’t fucking notice before you went out into public?” He begins to laugh again, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I thought you would figure it out right away, get pissed at me, and then change before you left. I didn’t expect—” He clutches his belly and falls to his knees, his words nearly inarticulate around his laughter.

“You’re lucky the station was fucking empty at this time of night! You fucking asshole!” Tate balls his hands into fists, and I know he’s only seconds away from decking the God of Combat.

“Hey!” A completely naked Sin stares intently at Tate’s ass before nodding his head once in approval. “I do that to my pants too.”

“For fuck’s sake!” Tate bellows as he runs after a laughing Desmond.

Children.

All of them.

Meeting Avery’s gaze across the room, he smiles softly, nodding towards the shower. The message is clear. I’ll watch over the dumbasses and make sure they don’t kill each other. You should shower.

And I can’t argue with that. Gray ash, tinged with black and white, covers my entire body. My dress has numerous charred holes in it; in some places, the fabric is only hanging together by a couple of precarious threads.

Returning his smile with a grateful one of my own, I duck out of the room and into the bathroom. I don’t bother to lock the door as I strip out of the neon dress and my matching panties set. Naked, I turn the dials on the shower until it reaches the perfect temperature—not too hot where it sears my skin, but not too cold where it feels as if I’m bathing in ice.

Standing underneath the spray, I throw my head back and watch through hooded eyes as the water darkens before sliding down the drain. The ink Sin drew on my skin begins to wash away as well, and I can only pray that it’s not a prelude or a visual representation of where our relationship is going. We have forever, all of us, and I refuse to accept any other alternative.

The sound of the door opening and closing captivates my attention, but I pretend to be oblivious as I slowly glide my hands up my sides and to my breasts. Tweaking my nipples, I release a low, heated moan before dropping one of my hands to the apex between my thighs.

A low growl stops me before my fingers can touch my bundle of nerves. Less than a second later, the shower door opens, and Helio steps inside the enclosed space.

My breathing stutters as I survey the raw beauty that is Helio Merrit, the God of Karma. He’s a fucking work of art, a masterpiece, and he’s completely and undeniably mine. My eyes trail down his chest, covered in dark hair, and then to his cock that bobs proudly. It’s big, so fucking big, but I shouldn’t be surprised, given the size of him.

Without speaking, he grabs my bottle of body wash off the shower shelf and pours a generous amount onto his hands. Then, he begins to wash my skin, starting at my shoulders and trailing down to my fingers. He doesn’t linger on any particular spot as he cups my breasts, gently gliding his thumb across my beaded nipples, before lowering his hands to my stomach.

His touch gradually turns from erotic to…something else. Something more. His touch is loving and gentle and protective.

“Helio…” I cup his cheek, and his eyelids flutter close underneath the intense spray of water.

“I wouldn’t…” His rumbling voice does strange things to me. Things that may or may not involve me rubbing my thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the ache currently between them. He presses his forehead to mine, eyes still closed. “I wouldn’t be able to survive if something happened to you.”

“It scared you, didn’t it?” I whisper, kissing the corner of his lips. “What happened with the assassin?”

He grunts, and for a moment, I think