23. Kami

23

Kami

I 'm coming around him again. Oz is huge inside me, but he feels so incredibly good, as if he's giving me more than energy but something else.

That intangible something I'm always searching for.

He gives a soft groan and shoots inside me again.

I can feel his size, the warmth of life flowing throughout my limbs.

It had been a weird impulse to cut my finger and feed him my blood earlier.

I couldn't have known how much it would turn him on. Turn me on.

But he's come inside me three times now, and it makes me hungry for a fourth.

Even after I'd accidentally sipped his powerful energy.

I hadn't meant to, but lost to the instinct, I just…did.

So incredibly satisfying.

"Kami," he whispers.

I pull back after I'm done my climax, shivering and sated in his strong arms .

I really, really like the look of him. Fierce yet gentle.

My gentle giant.

A cliché that would have had Ahza rolling his eyes. Then again, if Ahza had seen Oz naked, he'd totally agree.

I do think that I bonded us by giving him my fruit in that dungeon. Or something has made us closer, and not just the sex.

I feel him in me. Not his body, but his spirit. I know I ingested his energy. I really should have asked before I did. Like with Ries. But it just happened.

I needed him in me. All of him. Cock and spirit and self.

I rock over him, feeling him finally soften.

Talk about some killer sex.

Around killers.

I can't believe I let myself ignore reality to fuck him. But as I blink up at him, I see him staring over my shoulder at… I blink in astonishment. "What the hell?"

"I was going to ask you about that. This is more your wheelhouse than mine."

We're staring at a ring of thorned flowers that have grown around the perimeter of the space around us.

They remind me a bit of the tree man's leavings. Yet I sense no hostility from these flowers.

They're mine. And Oz's. Created from our union.

They smell divine.

Like, literally godlike.

Oz pulls me off him and hugs me. Then he kisses me, but our passion has finally spent.

"Kami. Fuck. That was—that was?—"

I stare. A hint of green stains his cheeks. "Are you blushing?"

"Shut up. "

I grin. "You're so cute. Who knew my orc was shy?"

He blinks at me, and that flush remains though his grin grows. " Your orc, eh?" He pauses then nods. "Okay. I'll allow it."

"You'll allow it? You're not in charge, buddy." I wave my hands at the thorny cage around us, not surprised when it parts.

I focus, and it moves back against the wall of trees, leaving the entrance bare while filling in everywhere else.

I feel pretty proud of myself for that.

"Nice job, tree girl."

When Oz stands, waving that huge dick in my face, I have to acknowledge I'm hooked on him.

And Ries.

Yep. I can officially join the pleasure poppy club.

Oz plants his hands on his hips and stares down at me, looking from his dick to my face and wiggles his brows. "Don't get—wait for it—cocky."

I cover my face with my hand while he laughs.

"We were a little too loud, I think," he says in a lower voice and steps back into his clothing.

I guess I should too, but he stops me.

"What?"

"I didn't get a chance to really look at you before." He stares, studying me, and skims my skin with a large hand.

I feel super sensitive everywhere.

He nods.

"What?"

"Mine." He flashes his teeth.

So I'm not the only one who's feeling possessive.

Perhaps this energy sharing is the culprit, because I feel possessive of Ries too .

"Um, so, is my being with the others going to be a problem?"

Not cool to bring that up after we just fucked, but I need to know. Our survival depends on working together.

Oz frowns. "I don't think so. We made a pact." He looks contemplative. "I feel that. But more, I feel you." He rubs his chest.

I rub mine. "We're tied, I think."

"No, it's not the apples," he says, reading me. "I told you before, I'm a protective kind of guy. But it's not just you being so much smaller or needier."

I have to roll my eyes at that.

"I just… It's you."

I think that's a compliment, but I can't be sure.

Then rustling outside stops us both.

He shoves me behind him as a bright head pierces the darkness.

"Well, well. Smells like…I was going to say sex, but no. It smells like ambrosia in here." Malkar blinks. "What have you two been up to?"

Crash pushes past him. He glares at Oz, then past him at me and points. "You, naked one. Get out here. You have some explaining to do."

"Hey, let me in," Ries complains from behind them. "I want to see the naked one too. Unless you're talking about the orc. Then no thanks."

Oz sighs. "Great. The gang's all together again. Might as well come on in."

I am trying to not feel weird about being naked. At least I'm not a mess. Whatever happened to make those flowers used all of Oz's seed. I'm not covered in anything.

Especially not clothes .

Crash shoves Malkar aside. Then Ries enters and does the same.

The demon scowls. "The next asshole who touches me dies."

Crash, of course, lifts a hand and pokes Malkar in the shoulder. "Well? I'm waiting. Kill me already."

Malkar ignores him and gives me a sly grin. " You can touch me all you like." His eyes heat. "Especially as perfect as you are in your natural form."

Ries frowns. "Huh?" He spots my clothes on the ground and his eyes widen. "Okay. My turn."

"She's not an amusement ride," Oz growls.

Crash snorts. "Sure she's not. You're looking pretty relaxed after your turn on little Miss Tilt-a-Whirl." He laughs but doesn't move fast enough to avoid Oz's punch to his gut.

Malkar sighs. "Just don't kill him, Oz. Remember, his soul is mine."

"Sure thing. I'll just make him less pretty."

This time I snort. "Good luck with that. He's so pretty. Prettier than me."

"And me," Ries says, piling on. "Like a delicate flower." He's staring at the flowers with a curious gaze.

"Fuck you," Crash manages while ducking another of Oz's fists.

The space in here isn't that large, so the three of us are crowded by the entrance while Oz tries to teach Crash manners.

I hurry into my clothes, feeling a bit better once dressed.

"Seriously though." Malkar takes me by the arm and drags me closer to the flowers. "Those are Caethybdue's Tears. They only grow in her presence."

"Caethybdue? The fae goddess of death?" Ries has followed us and crouches next to me, his gaze on my body like a caress. "What are her flowers doing here in a place devoted to the god of war?"

What a great question.

I wish to hell I knew.