#19 Sexy Men in My Bed

Zephyr POV

I had been standing outside her door for five goddamn minutes, my fist raised like a dumbass. Kalyx already told me to “go handle it or shut up about it,” and yet... there I was. Not handling it.

Fuck it. I knocked. Two quick taps.

There was silence, then soft footsteps. The door opened, and there she was, Rowyn Vale, wrecked but still a goddess in every sense. Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted. She didn’t yell at me. Didn’t tell me to fuck off.

Instead, she said, “Come in.”

I stepped inside, shut the door, and the silence between us stretched long enough to be awkward. She was pacing. Twitchy. Like a wild thing caught in too many traps.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Define ‘okay,’” she muttered. “I found my magic. It’s purple. That perv Thornhall practically jizzed his robe when I sparked. The library gave me books about a prophecy that might be about me. Again. And I might be the heir to a bunch of dead gods, destined to form some world shattering pentacle with people I can’t trust.”

She stopped and turned, staring dead into my soul.

“Can I fucking trust you?”

My answer came without hesitation. “Yes.”

She watched me like she was waiting for a catch.

Then she broke.

Rowyn dropped onto the little couch like gravity finally won and started to spill. Everything. Her fucked up childhood. Her mom trying to sell her. The flickering lights. The castle responding. The prophecy. The godkiller heir title. The pentacle madness. The magic inside her that felt too big to hold.

She didn’t cry. But gods, she looked exhausted. When she finally finished, she exhaled like it physically hurt to carry that shit around.

“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered. “I feel like I’m breaking into pieces.”

I sat beside her slowly, close but not touching. Not yet.

“Well,” I said, scratching the back of my neck, “me and Kalyx think we might be two of your points.”

Her head snapped toward me so fast I thought her neck cracked.

“You what?”

I nodded. “Yeah. You drive us fucking insane. And when I’m not around you, it’s like my whole body is off. Then when I am near you, everything makes sense… and nothing does at the same time.”

She stared at me for a beat, then slowly nodded. “Yeah. That tracks. You both make me want to scream and… rip your clothes off.”

That earned a grin from me. “In that order?”

“Depends on the day,” she murmured.

We sat there for a moment, just looking at each other. Her eyes flicked to my mouth, then back to my eyes. I knew I should pull away. I should not kiss her.

But then she leaned in....and I met her halfway.

Her lips crashed into mine like a thunderclap. No hesitation. No fear. Just raw fucking need. She tasted like sugar and danger, soft but demanding. My hands gripped her waist like I was afraid she’d vanish. Hers tangled in my hair like she already owned me.

She pulled back just enough to whisper, “I’m a virgin.”

I blinked. “Okay.”

“I just thought you should know.”

I ran my thumb along her bottom lip. “That’s okay, little flame. I’ll be gentle.”

But she grinned wickedly. “Please don’t be.”

Oh fuck.

The next few minutes blurred.

I peeled her shirt up and over her head, devouring the sight of her. Perfect tits, taut nipples, curves made to be worshipped. My mouth was on her instantly, licking, sucking, biting, while my hands roamed and learned every fucking inch.

“Zephyr,” she panted, rocking against me.

“Shhh, I got you.”

I stripped her bare, kissed the inside of her thighs, and slid a finger inside her slick heat. She was soaked and trembling. My thumb found her clit and worked it in slow, maddening circles. She bucked beneath me, her legs shaking, moaning my name like a goddamn prayer.

When I slid my cock into her, it was slow, deep and reverent. Her gasp tore through me. I held still to let her adjust.

“I got you,” I whispered again.

Then she nodded. “Move.”

And I did.

Each thrust started slow, but her hips met mine, her nails dug in, her mouth opened wide as she gasped and clung and took everything I gave.

Magic sparked, literal fucking magic, purple and gold, lighting us up from the inside out. When she screamed my name, her pussy clenched like a vice and she shattered around me, I followed, roaring as white light exploded behind my eyes.

Our eyes glowed. Our marks appeared, silver rings with a radiant star point, etched onto our arms.

Bonded.

We collapsed into each other, breathless and stunned.

“Okay,” she gasped. “That… just happened.”

I kissed her forehead, smiling like a man who’d just been struck by lightning. “Starwoven confirmed.”

Rowyn POV

I lay in bed, completely fucking naked, wrapped in Zephyr’s arms, and I couldn’t decide if I was glowing or spiraling.

Probably both.

My legs were jelly. My head was fuzzy. My pussy? Sore in the best way. But my brain? That bitch was high on trauma and pacing in circles.

I had just had sex. With a man who literally sparked magic into my fucking soul. And I liked it. A lot.

Before I could spiral any deeper, Thistle poofed into the room like a manic fairy gremlin.

“Oh, you're done now? Good,” she chirped, buzzing into my face. “Welcome, first point of the pentacle!”

She grinned at Zephyr like she’d been waiting all day for this reveal. I narrowed my eyes. “What do you know, nymph?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“Maybe.”

“Ugh. Keep your secrets, you little woodland gossip goblin.”

She winked and zipped off to raid my snack drawer.

I shifted and looked over at Zephyr, who had his arm draped over my waist, his eyes closed and smirking like a sinfully smug bastard. He was unreal. Like the gods handcrafted him for sex and trouble.

I was a lucky bitch. No doubt. But of course, my dumbass brain had to interrupt.

“Kalyx,” I groaned, flopping onto my back.

Zephyr cracked one eye. “What about him?”

“Seraphina told me to stay away from him. She staked her claim like a raccoon guarding a trash can.”

He snorted so hard I snorted too. “Kalyx hates her. Always has.”

“Then maybe someone should tell her that,” I muttered.

Right then, the door slammed open and Kalyx stormed in, dramatic as fuck.

“The fuck, you guys?!” he demanded. “Without me?!”

He looked so personally offended it was ridiculous.

I cackled, grabbing the sheet. “Come cuddle, blood boy. I don’t have the energy for round two… yet. But later? Oh, later.”

He grinned, stripped off his shirt, and threw himself on the bed beside me like he owned the damn place.

“I suppose it’s fate anyway,” I muttered, settling between my chaos boys.

The door shut itself. I didn’t even blink.

“Goodnight, Vaerion,” I mumbled.

“Night, Thistle.”

“Night, sexy men in my bed,” I whispered, smiling like a feral goddess.

Somehow. Someway.

This was my life now.

And maybe... I could get used to it.