Katrina

His kiss is painful, it's real, and it's raw. This man is still madly in love with me, even after everything that's happened today. He sees no fault in who I am. I am still the woman who stole his breath away outside that club, Hectate.

"Hey, no fair." I hear a familiar whine from outside the living room, "I told you Miles is always hogging her."

"You'd think he'd wait to start the gangbang, until we'd at least managed to stumble out her." mutters another familiar voice, causing my rising panic to diminish as I pull my lips away from Miles and turn to face the direction of the rooms down the hall.

Aphelion and Samael are both standing there. Samael's arms are crossed, and a small smile appears on his face when my eyes catch his.

"Have I ever told you how much demons turn me on?" Samael teases, although I'm not sure if he's joking or not. He did grow up around demons, after all. "There's a reason I'm bonded to the prince of darkness and the Princess of Hell. Your crazy, the chaos and havoc inside you also lives in me."

"Princess, you're stuck with me. Monster or not. The moment you walked into my life, you became my prisoner. Wherever you go, I go." Aphelion states he's leaning against the wall, and I can tell he isn't fully healed, but as always, his priority is me.

"I almost killed you," I whisper, my eyes filling once more with tears as I look at my lightning god. My spark of joy. The man I mated to first. The one who saw right through my tough facade from the very beginning.

"And I would willingly almost die again and again for the rest of my life if it means I get to spend my days with you. Before you, Princess, I was a shell. I did exactly what I was supposed to. I never stepped a foot out of line. If my father told me to jump, I'd ask how high. I was his shadow. It's only now, since I met you, that I've opened my eyes. Without you, I wasn't living. So if being with you means dying, then I'm willing to do just that because at least being with you means I'm living life."

"Monster or not, I'd still fuck you. You are hot, darling." Beckett states, coming up behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist, and pulling me up against his chest.

His comments make me laugh, which is a bit difficult to do through snot and tears, so it's mostly just snorting, which causes all my mates to chuckle.

"What is chaos without destruction?" Luka asks lovingly.

"You are all... I can't believe I...I don't know what I did to deserve..." I start and then pause before trying to start again. Each word, each start of a sentence. It just isn't enough. I have no words to describe how these men make me feel; how loved, cared for, wanted, treasured, and so much more.

"I love you. All of you." I finally state, hoping they can see the words I cannot form through my expressions.

"Oh, look, your horns are gone." Aphelion shouts out in excitement, breaking the room's tender, lovey-dovey mood.

"Horns?" I squeal, my hands shooting to the top of my head, patting it, which causes me to grimace in pain when I hit a tender spot.

"Gentle," Beckett whispers in my ear, his hot breath sending chills down my back as he reaches up and takes my hand from the top of my head and intertwines his fingers before tucking his arm back around me.

"What else did I grow?" I ask pulling away from Beckett and walking toward my room, wanting to look myself over in a mirror.

"Just some pretty sexy fangs," Samael states, slapping my ass as I walk by him.

I stop in front of him and caress his cheek looking him over to make sure he really is okay. When my skin touches him, I can feel the aura inside of him. It's strong, not as strong as normal, but it's enough for me not to worry. "I always knew you were twisted," I reply, slapping his cheek gently as I try to continue onward toward my room.

"Not too fast, Princess." Aphelion states pushing himself off that wall, grabbing my hand, and pulling me firmly toward him until my nose grazes his chest. He drops my hand, cupping my face instead with both hands, tilting my chin up so I can look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry," He whispers, and it's only then that I see the sadness in his lavender eyes.

"What do you possibly have to be sorry about?" I ask reaching my hand up to caress his face, my breath hitching as he nuzzles into my touch.

"I hurt you, Princess." He replies solemnly. "I can't even stomach the thought of you getting hurt, and this time, I was the one doing the hurting."

"Sparky," I whisper, my breath hitching with emotion, "You didn't hurt me. You saved me. You stopped me from doing something I would have regretted. You pulled me out of the darkness. You could NEVER hurt me."

"But I did," he whispers, bringing his forehead down to mine. "When my lightning struck you, you released a deafening scream, and then your entire body ceased up. It was only after my lightning struck that you shifted into your demonic form. Even now, you're still hurting because of my actions."

"How can you be so dumb," I whisper back. "I almost killed you. Even now, standing here apologizing to me, you're still in pain from where I cut into you, and yet you feel guilty. Aphelion, I'm not sure what would have happened without you, without your actions. Samael would have drained his aura completely, trying to stop my hellfire, and then once his fire dimmed, mine would've torn through this school." I paused for a second, making sure he was actually listening to me and not lost in his own guilt. "The fire inside of me was killing me slowly. If I hadn't shifted, it would have incinerated me. You saved me, Aphelion."

I watch as the hurt eating him alive disappears from his eyes when he finally lets my words sink in.

"I'll always be there to save you, Princess." He smirks before gently kissing me on the lips and then letting me go.

"Katrina," Luka calls out, causing me to turn back toward the living room, or at least what remains of it, "Go ahead and look yourself over, kit-kat, but when you're done, we really need to talk. All of us."

"Yes, there are some things you should know," I respond before walking the rest of the way into my room. Finally, deciding /it was time to come clean about everything.