Accidentally in Love with…a God?(Accidentally Yours #1)(75)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

“Emma, the thought of living without you, constantly worrying about you—it’s f**king exhausting.”

“You can do that? Make people immortal?” I whispered.

“Yes. The other gods must agree, but, yes. I mean—if that’s what you want.”

Well. That was a no-brainer. See my parents again? Be able to help the Uchben fight the Maaskab and free the other Payals? Not die of old age or die a virgin? “One condition,” I muttered.

Guy stroked the side of my head. “Emma, can’t we negotiate later? The process doesn’t work so well on the dead, and we don’t want another Chac on our hands.”

The little boy I’d seen near the cenote. Chac. He’d been changed after he’d died? Couldn’t wait to hear the explanation on that one. Pocket.

“Tommaso. Cure him,” I whispered.

“What? Have you lost your mind, woman? Absolutely not. Never. No.” Guy shook his head.

“Guy,” I pleaded. “It’s not his fault. He’s infected. Doesn’t he deserve to be saved, just like anyone else?”

Guy growled and there was a rumbling of voices behind him. Guy looked at each one of his brothers’ and sisters’ faces, and then turned back to me.

“It’s one thing to let him live, I could put him in our prison. But the only way we know to maybe—and I mean—maybe cure him, would be to make him immortal, too,” Guy said.

“Do it,” I said.

“But you—you and he…” Guy looked mortified.

“Now it’s your turn to trust me. This is the right thing to do. Cure him.”

Guy nodded solemnly. “Okay, my sweet. For you. I will do it.”

Chapter FORTY-ONE

“How are you feeling, my love?” I felt a rough hand jog the length of my sternum, between my br**sts, and then up again toward the hollow at the base of my neck.

My eyes eased open and settled on an incandescent set of turquoise eyes. I sighed, transfixed by their glint. “I love this dream,” I said with a breathy voice and stretched my arms above my head, enjoying Guy’s warm hard body pressed against mine. “It’s my favorite.”

I reached out and skimmed my fingertip down the ridge of his proud nose, and then trailed the pad of my index finger over his full, sumptuous lips, watching as the corners curled into a smile. A smile that made my heart flutter erratically.

“As much as I love being the star of your erotic little fantasies, my sweet.” Guy tucked a stray lock of his chin-length hair behind one ear. “This is real.”

Nooo. This had to be a dream. My body hummed with a euphoric, serene energy. There was no pain or soreness. I was floating on cloud nine. Except for the noise. It sounded like the loud roar of an engine and was completely ruining the tranquil, sexy bliss of the moment.

My eyes darted around the large, dimly lit cabin of the…plane? “Christ!” I sat up, whip-lashed into reality. “What happened?” Guy was snugly wedged between me and the window, stretched across a fully-extended sleeper seat, the kind I always saw on British Airway commercials. Except, Uchben sized. That’s because we were on Uchben Airways.

The plane was completely empty. Except for me and Guy. And I supposed the pilots. “How did I get here?” I ground my palms into the sides of my head.

“Ah, my sweet.” He eyed me like a fresh baked cookie. “We have so much to talk about, yet, oddly enough, seeing you like this pushes talking to the bottom of my list. You’ve taken to your new body with unprecedented success.” Guy positively glowed.

“New body?” My hands began frantically hopscotching over the red, silky fabric covering my parts—arms, neck, thighs, heart. Check! Everything was still in its proper place, and I still felt like me.

“Yes. New, but not necessarily improved; one cannot improve that which was perfect to begin with.” His gaze lazily savored my curves. “But before my ability to produce a coherent thought dissipates,” Guy said. “I must inform you that while you have been infused with the light of the gods, and therefore technically immortal, you can still die if your body is destroyed. Think ‘vampire.’ Those S.O.B.’s live forever as long as no one stakes them. They’re such a pain in the ass.”

Vampires? I wasn’t about to ask; my mind was still stuck on the word “immortal” anyway. Then I remembered the horrific knife wounds in my stomach. I tore open the front of my robe and released a sigh of relief. No more holes. In fact, my skin was flawless, smooth, and glowing with a slight golden hue. Were my pasty, Bullfrog days finally behind me?

I heard a low groan from Guy who stared longingly at my bare br**sts, his smile replaced by a hungry, primal blaze—a look I knew, a look I loved, a look I’d do anything for. He reached out his hand and skimmed his fingertips over my ni**les. He watched with eager fascination as they pulled into tight little pearls.

Cliff! Cliff! Cliff! My naughty-voice began to chant.

“Mmmm,” he rumbled, not taking his eyes off his prize.

“Time to cut the ribbon?” I asked nervously.

Guy’s attention suddenly shifted. He pulled me down and rolled me on top of him. His erection strategically nestled between my legs.

Oooh, I guess that’s a “yes.” Cliff. Cliff. Cliff!

He devoured my lips with a kiss so filled with frantic need that goose bumps exploded over every square inch of my skin. As he ground his hardness into my cleft, his tongue plunged deep inside my mouth, lapping and stroking, ravenous. His hands floated over my back to my neck and then worked their way underneath the silky soft fabric of my red robe. All I could think of was the flood of arousal pulsing relentlessly through my core.

His hands languidly moved over the bare skin of my shoulders and then peeled away the robe from my arms. The sash, hardly tied to begin with, slid apart, and the thin fabric drifted to the floor.

Gods, his touch feels incredible, I thought as he relished my bare back with his rough hands then moved them lazily down to cup my ass.

He pulled me into the thrust of his h*ps and it took every ounce of restraint I had not to tumble down the orgasm-cliff right there. I pulled back, just an inch, then noticed he was wearing a thin, black…kaftan?

“Oh, Lord! I planted my palms on his chest and raised my upper body away from him. “Take that disgusting thing off! That’s what your brother was wearing when he…when he….Are you trying to completely ruin this?” I climbed off him and covered my face. “Take it off!” I shrieked.