Arvyn wasn’t sure if Kirill was talking about Ra putting the crib together with his magic, but when he found himself, and his mates, naked in bed, he sent up a prayer of thanks for Ra’s ability to multi-task.
“I love you both so much,” Ra groaned as Arvyn and Kirill got on with what they did best – driving their mate wild with lust.
Their bond throbbed and glowed and somewhere, the Fates were smiling.
Epilogue
Somewhere in Montana – not that far from Ra and his mates’ new house.
“What are you doing?” Sitting in a dingy bar, a half empty beer glass set on the table in front of him, Seth muttered as he scowled at the map on his phone. “Don’t tell me you’re having a damn party without me?”
Seth had a lot of time on his hands since he’d been banished, and he’d spent a lot of that time, working on how to get the most out of his phone, so he could keep an eye on Ra. He was worried, when Ra had first sent him away, that his access to the amazing app service on the phone, called Paulie after Zeus’s mate, wouldn’t work for him on earth. But no, Paulie had been surprisingly helpful, including giving Seth access to a new app that showed where all the gods were at any one time.
There were a lot of dots around Ra’s avatar which was depicted as his golden sun headdress – red, blue and even a couple of green ones. Every instinct in Seth’s body demanded he go there – stand by Ra’s side, protecting the man as he’d done for most of his life.
But he couldn’t.
All because of that fucking wolf, and that stuck up vampire. Seth refused to call them Ra’s mates. He knew paranormals had them – they were incessantly annoying about the whole concept. Some wolves, and Seth refused to think of any one in particular, would leave people who were devoted to them, just because someone else came along who apparently smelled good. A whole heap of fucking nonsense.
The last person Seth expected to fall into the mating trap was Ra. Sure, other gods were all ridiculously besotted with various shifters – I mean, who ever dreamed the Lord of the Underworld would be twisted around the finger of a chipmunk? But it was as if there was some contagious element in the godly waters – previously proudly promiscuous gods were falling for one specific shifter and they are happy about it.
Including Ra. Seth rubbed the ache in his chest. He knew how faithless wolves could be, and there had been nothing he’d read in the months since he’d been banished, that suggested vampires were any better. Hell, some of them claimed to be mated, but they still fed from random strangers. Where’s the loyalty in that?
Worry and anger were now Seth’s constant companions. In a way, he didn’t blame his father for taking up with two sexy beasts. Ra had spent centuries alone, and Seth did think getting laid would do Ra some good – boost his mood. But no, his stupid father had to turn around and mark his companions, and worse he let them mark him.
His growl sounded loud, and Seth looked up, checking the room, not that there were many people in the dingy bar to notice him. It was late afternoon, and Seth was in his typical spot, tucked up in a corner of a biker bar he found the first day he’d been kicked out of his home realm. Ra’s platitudes, about getting a job and learning about humanity were steadfastly ignored. The powers he’d been left with were enough for him to get by. It wasn’t as though Seth had any intention of creating a successful life out of his time spent in banishment. I’ll be home soon enough, he thought as he sat brooding over the dots showing in Ra’s home.
Six o’clock, on the dot, a figure appeared in front of his table. Seth barely gave the burly biker a second glance. “You got something for me?” he grunted, shutting down the app on his phone.
“A hundred bucks a win, up to six fights for the night.” The biker hitched his belt buckle over his sagging belly. The belt buckle was a depiction of the Grim Reaper complete with scythe. Seth really hoped that when the biker, and no, he hadn’t bothered to remember his name, but when the biker did meet an untimely end, that Thanatos knew enough to turn up and show him what the real Grim Reaper looked like.
But Seth had some anger issues to work through and the biker he’d met on his first night on earth, had proven useful in helping with that. Draining his glass, Seth slapped it on the table, dropping a crumpled ten dollar note beside it. “Let’s get on with it then,” he said as he stood up. I might even treat myself to one of those fancy hotels tonight. Seth sauntered out of the bar. After all, his six hundred dollars was guaranteed. In his long existence, Seth had never lost a fight to anyone – Horus does not count – and he wasn’t about to start now.
The End
Of course, this isn’t really the end. Halfway through writing this story, I realized the issues between Seth and Ra were far too complex and entrenched to be able to resolve them in this book. This story was for Ra, who’d always struck me as lonely, and I wanted him to have a bright future with his very different, but equally devoted mates. Consequently, Ra, Arvyn and Kirill will play a major part in Seth’s story, which will be the next book in the Gods series.
I do have so many other stories I have promised you all as well. My writing has been slower this year, understandably, but I keep a long “to-write” list and will keep working my way through it. Writing and my art have proven to be the best ways I can keep my mental health on an even keel, and I’m not likely to stop anytime soon.
If you did enjoy this story, can I ask you for a review please? I am sure you have seen the problems authors have been having with piracy, recurring returns and other practices that have severely reduced our income this past year. Reviews, not just for me but for any author, really do help new readers decide to take a chance on a new-to-them author. Thank you.
It’s not always been easy to be positive this year, for any of us. But I take hope in the random acts of kindness I read about every day. Keep loving each other, be grateful for the little things, smile at a stranger, and if you can, pay things forward.
Thank you for your wonderful friendship and support.
Hug the ones you love, frequently,
Lisa xxx.
About the Author
Lisa Oliver lives in the wilds of New Zealand, sharing her home with her two Rotty dogs, Zeus and Hades. They can often be found, sleeping around her office chair as she taps out the stories she loves. With over sixty paranormal MM (and MMM) titles to her name so far, she shows no signs of slowing down.
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