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Wait? Hades, no. Forty years I waited for a mate. Three months I waited for her to accept me as hers.

If Daphne is willing to be mine, I’m not going to wait a second longer.

Before she can finish that ridiculous statement, I’ve already strode boldly past her into the center of her space.

Her lips curve upward. Tucking a lock of her red hair behind her ear, she runs her heated gaze over me, snagging on my groin. Her tongue darts out, dabbing the corner of her mouth. “Well, then. Guess that answers that question, huh?”

Using the toe of her sandal, she kicks the door closed behind her. Then, moving into me, she trails her finger down the fabric of my chiton, not-so-casually stroking the side of my glaringly obvious erection.

“Come on, baby. Make me yours.”

DAPHNE

I don’t have to ask twice.

Now, I knew that Alex wanted me. To be honest, if I wasn’t so worried about Willow when I first met him—and his attitude didn’t turn me off right away—I’m willing to bet all the gold in his palace that he would’ve followed me into this bedroom that night. I would’ve been his bonded soulmate before I even had a clue that was a thing, and I probably would’ve hated him for the rest of eternity.

But that was then. Tonight, I love Alex as much as he adores me. I’m going into sex tonight with my eyes wide open, and no care that I’m tying myself to him for as long as we both live—and, considering he’s an immortal god, that’s a pretty fucking long time.

I can’t wait.

And it’s not because my cousin has her own god of a husband. Or that Willow is stuck here, no matter what. For a little bit longer, I could technically go back home. Would I? Nah. This is my home now. This castle, here with this stunning man… it’s where I belong. No one—not any jealous nymph, calculating witch, or embodiment of chaos—is going to change that once I get him inside of me.

The best thing about Other fashions? Once I let my dress settle down at my feet, I’m wearing nothing but my golden sandals. Seconds later, they’re gone. It’s just me standing there, completely naked, while my suave soulmate’s jaw drops open.

I snap my fingers. “You gonna stand there and stare all day, or are you gonna strip?”

Alex shakes his head, clearing it. A smirk tugs on his lips as he quickly removes his white chiton.

No underwear for men here, either, I see. Because… oh, yes. I see.

When there was only some thick fabric between my questing fingers and his cock, I figured I got a good idea of what it would look like. Proud to say I wasn’t that far off—and that I must’ve hit the lottery to be able to claim a dick as nicely shaped as his to be the one I get to ride for the rest of eternity. Not too thick, just the right length to fill a chick up without being stuffed, and it’s already so impressively erect.

Yes, please.

The rest of Alex is as amazing as I imagined. From his sprinter-like body to the way his dick juts so proudly from his thatch of darker blond curls, I’m almost in a trance, staring at him as he finishes undressing.

His sandals go, and so do his armbands for some reason. But then Alex reaches up, his fingers settled on the sides of his thick, golden torque, and it’s my turn to give my head a clearing shake.

“Leave it.” The words come out husky. “Please.”

I don’t know what shocks him more: that I actually said ‘please’ to him, or that I’m asking him to leave on his torque. I’m not even so sure why I asked him to. Probably because, over the last few sleepless nights, I imagined him hovering on top of me, pounding away while the golden shine of his necklace hypnotizes me. It just… it seems right.

He can tell that I mean it. With a smug grin, he says, “Anything for you, my Daphne.”

He did something for me, right? Now it’s my turn to do something for him.

And if the Daphne I’ve always been has this need to turn that smug look into something more to her liking… he didn’t have to follow me in. But he did, and I’m going to make sure he enjoys every second of what we’ve both been waiting for.

Stepping away from my scattered sandals and my discarded dress, I stalk toward Alex. I make sure to put a little bounce in my step, leaving my bare tits to jiggle just enough to distract him while I make a quick grab for his cock.

It’s blazing. Even when Alex is in the lead, he runs hotter than the rest of us in the Other, but I gasp when I feel how hard and heavy and hot his dick is against my fingers and palm. I didn’t have any doubts about what I was doing, but that seals it.

Unless he begs, he’s not leaving this room until I get this thing of beauty inside of me.

CHAPTER 6

ÁNDRAS