Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 161535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
“I’ll grow you more.”
“It’s not the same.” I smile. “Your way is cheating.”
“It’s not cheating. I’m a god. This entire domain is mine to do with as I please.”
So he says. “Then why do we still have bone walls?”
“Because I’m still collecting enough scabs for your throne, my sweet.” He nips at my earlobe.
A peal of laughter escapes me, and I collapse against him, forgetting all about flowers and company. I turn in his arms, lifting my face to his for more kisses. Kalos’s mouth devours mine, and I gasp as he blatantly licks my parted mouth. My entire body hums with excitement, and I slide my hand, flowers still clutched tight, to his hip. He—
A goat—Ollie—rips the flowers out of my grasp and races away with his prize. Bella bleats and races after him, their hooves clattering on the bone flooring.
We watch them go, and I let out a snort of amusement. “I swear, those goats have a death wish.”
“I won’t let them die,” Kalos tells me with a kiss to the tip of my nose. His mouth curls into a lazy smile. “Speaking of goats…you should see the statue of me they’re erecting in the temple in Narshire.”
My eyes widen. “What about it?”
“It’s a very impressive statue of me seated, with a vulture on my shoulder. I look quite regal. At my feet,” he continues, and lifts his hand. He indicates size by holding his thumb and first finger apart by about an inch, “is a very tiny maiden holding a goat.”
I’m genuinely surprised. “Me?”
“Aye, the Maiden of Medicine.” He gives me an amused smile, then tugs my dress collar down so he can kiss my shoulder. “Metta is making quite a few noises about how your plant books are saving lives.”
“They weren’t my books—”
“Semantics. You’re considered my helper now. I’m afraid it’s been cast into stone. Cruel, inflexible Kalos who only pauses in his evil deeds to humor his Maiden.”
He sounds perfectly amused, but I’m no longer laughing. I pull back, frowning as I gaze up at him. “You’re not cruel and inflexible.”
“I don’t care what they think, sunshine—”
“I do. I’ll have a talk with Metta.” I’m sure I can send her a message somehow. A weird dream, a vision burnt onto a piece of toast, something.
He shakes his head. “Don’t bother. They’ll be full of obsequious words and ready to praise me the next time I cast a plague upon them.”
Turning, I grab the short lock of hair that brushes over his forehead. Since I returned, he cut his hair short again, and I love touching it and running my fingers through the waves. Today I give it a tweak. “We haven’t decided on the plague yet. You said you’d talk it over with me before doing anything.”
He is perfectly unruffled. “What better way to get our disciples to test their newfound knowledge?”
“Why do we have to test anyone?”
Kalos throws his head back and laughs. “Sunshine, I’m the god of disease. Testing mortals with sickness and plague is what I fucking do!”
“Hmph. We’ll see.”
He just laughs harder and cups my face in his hands. He kisses my frown away. “None of this ‘we’ll see.’ I’m the god of disease.”
“I’m your Maiden of Medicine!”
“You weren’t very maidenly last night when I had my head between your thighs and a finger up your—”
I hold his lips shut with a pinch of my fingers, but his green eyes dance merrily. “You’re supposed to be Apathy. I think no one wants a plague for a very long while.”
“The bad news is that very little of me is apathetic when I am around you,” Kalos murmurs, his hands sliding to cup my ass through my clothing. “The good news is that I can be easily distracted.”
The press of his hard cock is evident against my belly, and it’s sending furls of delicious heat through my body. “What sort of distraction did you have in mind? We’d have to be quick, we don’t know when the god of death is arriving.”
“He can wait.” Kalos’s hands hitch my skirts up to my hips, and the table with the vases is suddenly hitting my backside. He pushes me up onto it, stepping between my thighs. “I think you’d love to make the god of death wait for a while, my sunshine. Consider it part of your duty.”
“I am very dutiful,” I pant, spreading my legs wider.
In the end, we make the god of death and his consort wait for a very long while.
The End