Accidentally in Love with…a God?(Accidentally Yours #1)(74)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

I swung to the right, then to the left. My hands blasted anything that came into contact. The first few dozen Scabs fell to the ground, instantly cooked. But as I reached Scab number twenty-five, they began falling and getting back up again. I was running out of juice. How or why? Who the heck knew. But two things were for certain: I was tired and they just kept on coming.

“Guy!” I screamed. With the swarm of black mud-crusted bodies bearing down on me, I couldn’t see him. I felt a thud against the side of my head and then the warm gush of blood down the side of my face. I continued flailing my arms, but my vision was flickering from the blow.

“Guy!” I screamed again as a one of the priests threw me into the dirt then jumped on top of me.

And what can I say? He was just like all the others. Head to toe covered in black soot, long ropes of foul-smelling dreads, rotting black teeth, and barely any clothes. Oh, and one very special accessory. I caught a glimpse of the shiny blade raised in the air right before he plunged it deep into my stomach. There was little pain at first, but then a crippling blaze of agony racked my body. I peered into his black and crimson eyes in horror as he lifted his arm once again and hammered down. The air escaped my lungs as the knife sliced another hole through my torso.

Just my effing luck! I’d finally gotten Guy to admit he was a huge, selfish jerk, and I’d realized he really did love me. Sure, he was convinced that my feelings were tied to that idiotic bond, but I knew it was more. It had to be. Why else would I be willing to keep him in my life after all he’d done?

Regardless, I’d been looking forward to making him prove himself to me. I had in mind twelve-hour foot rubs while I nibbled hot dogs and watched chick-flicks. Oh, the possibilities.

I was also tickled that the man responsible for my grandmother’s death got what he deserved—sort of. Personally, I wanted to see him burning in the fiery pits of hell, but I supposed an ominous black hole filled with anguish from his thousands of victims would do.

And finally, I’d made peace with the whole “being different” thing. Discovering I had the ability to crack bad guys in two with the touch of my hands sure helped.

Only now, after discovering all this, I was going to die? And still a virgin, no less. Well, effing great! Just effing great!

When the dark priest raised his dagger for a third time, a bolt of lightning struck the top of his head. Smoke snaked from his eyes sockets as he collapsed to my side. Cracks of lightning suddenly exploded all around me. One by one the Scabs fell to the ground.

“Good job, K’ak!” I heard a female voice call out. It sounded like Cimil.

A stunningly gorgeous, tall, golden-skinned man, with a mane of silver-streaked black hair falling to his ankles, stepped from behind the shadows of the trees. Aside from the two-foot high headdress, made of intertwining silver and green-jade serpents, he was completely naked.

“Hello, Emma.” His face glowed, and I felt a wave of heat as his gaze settled on me.

“Cock, I presume?” I choked out.

He frowned. “Kay-apostrophe-a-kay. K’ak,” he clarified with what sounded like a perfect British accent. “It’s Mayan for heat. But you can call me K’ak Tiliw Chan Yopaat”

“It-it practically rolls off the tongue,” I sputtered.

He shot a glance over his shoulder, and how he did it without losing balance considering he was wearing fifty pounds of jewelry on his head, was anyone’s guess. Maybe he’d had a lot of practice? “Votan, get your ass over here. Your human is dying,” he said.

I’m dying? Oh, yeah. I am.

Guy instantly appeared at my side and peeled away my tattered, blood soaked shirt. The anguish in his eyes said it all. “Oh, Emma!”

I raised my hand to his face and met his stunning, turquoise gaze.

Like staring into the gates of heaven, I thought. Then there were those lips, his sinfully rock-hard body, and that man-gear. I’d never get the opportunity to see him put those to use on me or to let our love grow into something more. We could have had an amazing life together, because he was amazing. Strong, fearless, and beautiful. But more than anything, I couldn’t stand the thought of him suffering because of my death.

“I’m sorry, too, Guy.” I swallowed, tasting nothing but blood. “Just promise you won’t let this change you. You’re wonderful and kind—when you want to be—and I know you’ll kill every last one of those f**king bastards. You’ll stop them and save my family. I know you will, because you’re an awesome God of Death and War.”

He took a deep, slow breath. “I love you, Emma, I really love you.”

“I love you, too,” I whispered.

“You do?” His eyes lit up.

Had I missed something? Did he just win the Emma’s-dying consolation prize?

Brutus suddenly appeared over Guy’s shoulder. “Sir?”

“Not now, Brutus,” Guy blurted out.

“But, sir.” Brutus frowned. “Tommaso, he’s still breathing. Do you want me to finish him off?”

“No!” I screamed. Then I realized it wasn’t just Brutus, Guy, K’ak (resist laughing), and yes, Cimil gathered around me, there were dozens more. A mixture of Uchben I already knew and…others. They were smiling down at me, glowing with affection. “Who are they?” I whispered to Guy.

“These are my other brethren, Emma. The gods.”

They were beautiful—no, they were breathtakingly gorgeous. Their faces were amalgamations of every culture and ethnicity I’d ever seen. Deep golden skin. Large almond-shaped turquoise eyes. High cheekbones. Full, sensuous lips. Some had thick black hair and others, flaming red or pale blond locks. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have guessed I was staring at a pack of very suntanned angels. Except, they were naked. Very naked. And they didn’t have white fluffy wings. Oh well, nobody’s perfect.

“Please, Guy. Don’t kill Tommaso,” I begged.

Guy’s brows furrowed. “Emma, you don’t understand what you’re asking. He’s tried to kill you—twice.”

“Please. It’s my last wish,” I begged.

He jerked his head back. “Last wish? Woman, what the hell are you talking about? You’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m not?”

“Hell no! You and I are taking a trip to the other side. You’ll be immortal, just like Brutus and Gabrán. I can’t take this anymore.”

Brutus and Gabrán were immortal?