Mitry and Weni (17 page)

She had a father and he loved her with his whole heart and soul. Tears welled and rolled down her face and though she tried to hold them back the dam burst.

He held her while she sobbed, one of his hands stroking over her head and hair, the other holding her with such gentleness and love the emotions roiling inside of her couldn’t be contained. She cried so hard she could barely draw a breath, but by the time the tears slowed she felt as if a huge weight had lifted from her shoulders.

She had a father and he loved her.

“When the hell is she going to wake up?” Mit growled as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“How the hell should I know?” Wen snapped back.

Mit paced beside the bed, not caring if he wore a track in the carpet. He hated that Krysta was out cold. For two nights and almost three days he and Wen had been locked in the bedroom hoping their mate would open her eyes. What was worse was when she’d been crying in her sleep. His gut was one big tumultuous knot because he had no idea whether she was locked in the underworld in her mind. For all they knew she could be fighting for her life and they would never know.

“I can’t take much more of this.” Mit finally sat on the side of the bed and stared at Krysta’s gorgeous face. The others had been in and out of the room on a regular basis but nothing they said or did had any effect on how he felt. He just wanted his mate to wake up.

“She seems more peaceful today. She hasn’t moaned or cried out and there haven’t been any tears.” Wen glanced at him before he stroked a finger down Krysta’s face.

Mit shoved to his feet again. “I feel so fucking useless.” That was what bothered him the most, that he couldn’t go to Krysta in her dreams and help her fight whatever it was she was fighting. He finally let his frustration out, howling loudly with rage and fear, his head in his hands.

“Do you have to be so loud?”

Mit spun around and stared at Krysta. Her eyes were still closed but the corners of her mouth were curved up as if she was trying not to smile.

“Krysta.” Wen’s voice was so quiet Mit wouldn’t have heard him if not for their enhanced hearing.

“Krysta!” Mit leapt onto the bed, lifting her from the mattress and into his arms. He pulled her tight against his body, hoping he wasn’t hurting her in his almost crushing grip, but he couldn’t make himself let her go.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his throat. Wen came up behind her and hugged her waist, breathing in deeply, taking in her scent. Mit was doing the same. She smelt so good, warm woman and home. He hoped that she never had to go through what she just had ever again. His heart couldn’t take it.

“Are you all right?” Wen kissed her neck before cupping her face and turning her head toward him.

“I’m fine.”

Mit loosened his hold reluctantly when she nudged his shoulder. The moment he let her go she crawled over into Wen’s lap.

“I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“That’s an understatement,” Mit said in a hoarse voice. “You’ve been out of it for almost three days.”

“What?” Krysta’s eyes were wide with shock and she shook her head.

“We were so worried about you.” Wen kissed her lips.

“What the hell happened?” Mit blurted out.

“Nothing bad,” Krysta said cryptically. “Let me get a shower and something to eat. I’m starving. I promise to tell you everything but it would be better if I only have to tell it once. The others are going to want to hear this, too.”

“Okay,” Mit said with reluctance.

“I promise to be quick.” Krysta scrambled from Wen’s lap, smiling, and winked at them before disappearing into the bathroom.

“What the fuck?” Wen frowned.

“I don’t know.” Mit’s shoulders relaxed. The tension which had invaded his muscles slowly eased. He was happy to have Krysta back but he wasn’t sure he was going to want to hear what had happened to her. If she had been fighting Apep and the demonic all alone… He couldn’t finish that thought because it twisted his guts back into the lump of lead that had settled in his stomach for the last three days. He hadn’t been able to sleep or eat, too concerned for his mate to do normal things when the other half of his soul was unconscious.

Now that she was up and about his stomach rumbled angrily. He was starving and he’d bet his last dollar that Krysta was, too. Thankfully it was almost dinnertime and he could smell food cooking. He hoped Paser or whoever had cooked made a lot of food. He felt as if he could down half a cow without stopping and Wen would have no problems eating the other half.

“I’m going to have a quick shower.” Mit strode from the room and walked down the hall toward the other bathroom.

“I’ll shower after you.” Wen followed him out.

* * * *

Krysta sat back with a satisfied sigh. She couldn’t believe how much food she’d eaten in one sitting. She was stuffed and from the amount her mates had eaten she guessed they hadn’t been taking care of themselves while she’d been visiting with her father. She was aware of the surreptitious glances from the others but ignored them for the most part. She knew they would start grilling her soon.

She leaned back in her chair, wrapped her hands around her coffee mug, and started talking.

“What?” Mit shoved his chair back so hard it toppled over behind him. She met his gaze and nearly chuckled when she saw his mouth was hanging open.

“Are you serious?” Zara’s voice broke into the shocked silence and everyone began talking at once.

Mit righted his chair but she knew something was bothering him when he wouldn’t meet her eyes and started pacing.

Krysta sighed and tried to hear what everyone was saying but it was too difficult to lock on any one conversation. Wen stood and walked over to Mit who was now in the kitchen leaning against the counter and staring at the ceiling.

Her stomach knotted and she wasn’t sure if it was her own emotions causing her gut to churn or her mates, but when she felt guilt assail her she knew it was theirs. She sighed, rose from her seat, and left the room. She didn’t consciously seek out her father’s temple but that was where she ended up. The moment she entered the room, peace and love washed over and through her. She didn’t need to call her dad or even see him to know he was watching over her. She sat in the middle of the floor, soaking up the last rays of the sun as it dipped toward the west.

Krysta always had an almost compulsive obsession in regards to all things Ancient Egyptian and now she knew why.

She’d been amazed how much her dad had had a hand in her learning how to fight the demons. Apparently she was the only person who had ever and who would ever find information on the internet regarding the snake god and his shadow demons. Of course there was general knowledge online regarding Apep and other Egyptian gods but not what she’d been able to uncover, apparently.

Krysta felt complete now that she knew who her father was and the circumstances of her birth, and although she loved her mates more than life itself she could already feel them distancing themselves from her. She could feel their emotions through the mating bond and right now they both felt as if they didn’t measure up to her dad and weren’t good enough to be her mates.

She decided to give them a little time to get over the shock and come to her, but if they didn’t approach her soon, there would be holy hell to pay.

How long she sat in her father’s temple she had no idea but it was quite a while. The sun had set long ago and her legs were starting to get stiff from being cross-legged for so long. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. Mit and Wen had gone to the training room to work out some of their aggression and uncertainty. She finally had enough of her mates avoiding her. It was time for her to confront them.

She stood and walked around the room a couple of times to ease the stiffness in her muscles and just as she was walking toward the doorway, Mit and Wen entered. She stopped, crossed her arms over her chest, and waited.

When she saw the sheen of sweat on their bare chests, shoulders, and arms and that they were still panting slightly, she realized that they had pushed themselves hard. Her heart flipped and pounded in her chest but she made sure to keep her expression stoic.

“Are you okay, baby?” Mit asked as he walked toward her.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Maybe because you had to fight off the shadow demons, Apep, and then found out your father is a god.”

Krysta snorted. “I’m not the one hung up on that fact.”

Mit’s expression turned contrite. “We were shocked.”

“You think I wasn’t?” Krysta lowered her arms and let them hang loosely at her sides. It was hard to keep from curling her hands into fists.

“You’ve had longer than we have to come to terms with such an unexpected…event.” Wen widened his stance and crossed his arms over his chest.

Krysta nodded as she conceded him that point. From what they had told her she’d had three days to talk to her dad. To her it had felt as if only five minutes passed. No wonder her mates were in such turmoil. They would have been very worried about her and she could also understand how they might think they weren’t good enough to be her mates. It wasn’t everyday one found out they were mated to the daughter of a god.

“How come you don’t have any powers?” Mit asked.

Krysta shrugged. “My mother was human.”

“Does it bother you, knowing that you dad is a god?” Wen asked.

“Not really. I was shocked and hurt when he told me, but he didn’t know of my existence until I started researching the demonic and Apep.”

“How did he find out?” Mit stepped closer and cupped her face.

Krysta wanted to nuzzle into his touch but she fought her instincts. If she did that she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from initiating sex. Her pussy was already wet and achy, and her nipples were hard and throbbing. It still amazed her that she could become so turned on and from just a simple touch from one of her men.

“My mom told one of the angels and he passed it on to my father.”

“Shit! That must have been a shock.”

“Apparently.” Krysta nodded. “Ra has been watching over me for the last two years.”

“Thank god.” Wen walked around behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her against his hard, warm body.

“So have you come to terms with it yet?” She shifted on her feet and nearly groaned when she felt the thick ridge of Wen’s hard cock pressing against her back.

Mit took her face between both of his hands and stared deeply into her eyes. “It’s going to take some getting used to, but we figured we would never have met if we weren’t meant to be together.”

The tension drained from Krysta’s body and when she tuned into the connection she had with her mates, she knew that they were indeed trying to come to terms with the shock she’d given them.

“If it helps Ra said he couldn’t have asked for better mates for his daughter.”

Mit blinked and a slow smile formed on his lips.

“Really?” Wen asked.

“Yes.”

“Well we certainly won’t argue with a god.” Wen chuckled. Mit lowered his hands from her face and Wen swept her off her feet and strode toward the doorway.

She didn’t need to ask where they were going. One good thing about having such a strong connection and enhanced senses was that her men knew when she needed them and she knew when they needed her.

Before she knew it they were back in their apartment. Wen lowered her to her feet, grasped her shoulders, and turned her to face him. As he lowered his head, she went up on tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

Their lips met with ravenous desire as the need for each other consumed them in its fire.

Wen’s tongue pushed into her mouth, rubbing along it before coming back to duel with her in an erotic dance.

Mit moved in behind her and she gasped into Wen’s mouth when he grabbed hold of the T-shirt she’d borrowed from him and ripped it down the back before shoving it off of her arms. Her bra didn’t escape his aggressiveness either and it was quickly discarded to the floor.

Mit tugged on the button of her jeans, releasing it from the hole, and then slid the zipper down.

Wen broke the kiss, panting for breath as he stepped back from her and began to shuck his clothes.

Mit grabbed her hips and spun her around to face him. “I love you, baby.”

Tears burned in her eyes and while she tried to blink them away, they welled and trickled down her cheeks.

“I love you, too.” She reached up, palmed his cheeks, and tugged him down toward her. He met her halfway, slanting his mouth over hers, taking her lips in a kiss so hot, wet, and wild she nearly came on the spot.

Cream wept onto her panties and she moaned in frustration at still having too many clothes on. She gasped in air when Mit lifted his lips from hers and stared deeply into his eyes as he shoved her jeans and undies over her hips and down her legs.

A chuckle escaped when Mit cursed because she still had her sneakers on. He knelt in front of her, undid the laces, and removed them and her socks one at a time. She moaned when Wen pressed his naked front against her back and whimpered with arousal when she felt the tip of his hard cock brush against her lower back.