Katrina

We've reached the beach before Miles has had a chance to respond to my statement, and when he sets me down on the sand, I notice two things. First, my dress is completely dry and looks like I'd just put it on, making me love Cupid even more so than I did before. If I were looking to add another member to my group, he'd be my first choice. A girl needs a man who knows clothes in her life. Although Cupid seems like the free lover type, someone who can never be tied down, and my plate is already full with than men I have in my life. Speaking of men, Miles biting his lip and looking nervous is the second thing I notice.

"What's wrong?" I ask nervously, instantly worrying he was keeping something else from me.

"We sometimes forget that you weren't born into the Divine World." Miles states, piquing my interest even more, "While having sex with all of us created a bond, it wasn't a binding bond." He states, shifting from one foot to another.

"But you said that first night that if I had sex with you, it would bind us together," I reply, crossing my arms and narrowing my eyes at him.

"Which it would have," Miles responds, reaching out to pull me in his arms.

I step back, keeping my distance; whenever one of them pulls me into my arms, my anger seems to fade away, and I get caught up in the feeling of their embrace, and our conversation gets swept under the rug.

"Kitten, I wasn't trying to lie or entrap you. You did bind yourself to each of us when you chose to have sex with us. Once you completed that bond, you were held captive by the feelings that come with the bond, those feelings making it impossible to leave even if you knew that there was a possibility that you could."

"I hate having my choices taken from me, Miles. My entire life growing up, I didn't have a choice. My parents left me, choosing for me to have a safer life than life by their side, the foster system chose what house I lived in, and my foster parents chose if they kept me or not. The day I turned eighteen, I was forced to leave behind everything I knew and start all over. It wasn't until the very next day after I turned eighteen that I was free to make my own choices. I've only had my free will for three years, and it feels like it's being taken from me again."

"I'm sorry, love," Miles replies, taking a hesitant step and reaching out for me again, stopping before his arms circle around me, giving me a chance to say no. This time I let him take me into his arms, my heart hurting not because they withheld the information but because I couldn't imagine ever leaving my mates behind, and even the thought of doing so breaks me.

I inhale deeply, taking in his scent and calming my emotions, wondering when they'd become so out of control. Once I've gathered my wits, I pull back a little tilting my head up so he can give me a kiss, his lips placing the softest of touches on my own even as he squeezes me a little too hard, but I don't complain; it's comforting.

"So why did the true bond form only after we had an orgy?" I ask, causing Miles to give me a what the fuck, dude face.

"Would you rather I say gangbang, or fuck fest, or ran a train on me?" I ask, stepping out of his hold and waggling my eyebrows at him, trying to ease the remaining tension in the air.

His facial expression makes me want to keep going so that I can see him awed by my cunningness, but instead, I take his hand and lead us back to the gazebo, knowing that our food is probably waiting for us.

"Our bond only became a true bond once we became united as one, fully giving ourselves to one another, removing all other obstacles in our lives, and leaving room for only love and trust," Miles responds, his answer warming my heart.

"So it could have happened even if we didn't have the Bukkake party?" I ask, grinning wickedly as I manage to shock him once again.

"What am I going to do with you, little mate?' He asks, pulling open both curtains on the gazebo and tying them back so we can still watch the ocean while we eat.

"Feed me," I reply, adding food at the last minute, so he doesn't get the wrong idea. I could have sex with this man all day long and still want him the next day, but right now, I needed to fuel my body with substance. "How did they know what to serve us?" I ask as I look at the plate in front of me, filled with seafood.

"I selected it when I was making reservations. If it's not to your liking, I can get the waiter, and he can get you something else," Miles responds, getting ready to stand up.

"No. No. Don't worry. This is just fine. I was only curious on how they selected our food." I reply.

While I devour my meal, seafood being my favorite type of food, Miles is pushing his food around on his plate, looking lost in his thoughts.

"What's up? I ask, putting my fork down and giving him my full attention.

"It just..." He sighs heavily as if whatever is on his mind is weighing him down, "I wanted this date to be perfect and I picked out everything, going over it with a fine tooth comb to make sure everything went smoothly, and now I feel like..." He stops letting out another heavy sigh.

I don't interrupt or ask him to continue, instead choosing to let him gather his thoughts. I know that opening up about his emotions isn't something my God of War isn't used to and that he was making a big step just by talking about them for me.

"I feel like I've made a big mistake." He finally blurts out, causing my heart to skip a beat as I try to choke down my emotions at the word mistake, hoping he'll explain further.

"I took away every single one of your choices today. I bought your entire wardrobe, picked out your outfit not once but four different times today, and I even chose your meal for you."

Oh, so that's what's going on; our discussion on free will earlier has gotten him worked up overthinking and analyzing all of his decisions.

"Miles, You've made me the happiest I've been in a long time. This date, this day, it's been wonderful. Everything you've picked out is something that I love. You may have made all the choices today, but you've shown me that you're watching me, studying my likes and dislikes, and taking an interest in every part of me. Proving to me over and over again today how much you love me." I state, letting my happiness and love for him carry over in my tone.

"And if you ask Beckett, he'll tell you I'm also a good submissive; I don't mind when a man takes control in the bedroom or on a date." I think over my statement for a second before adding that the only thing I'd rather he not do is order for me at a restaurant if we're ordering off a menu.

"Maybe I should see just how submissive you can be," He states getting up from his seat and scooting over to my side of the gazebo, the curtains falling as he moves.

"Are you sure there isn't a little bit of succubus in you too?" I ask, only partially joking.

"100%." He replies, his hands inching up thighs, "You're just killing me in that dress." He groans.

"I'm likely to stab you with a fork if you move your hand any further up my skirt," I reply, stabbing at a shrimp and popping it in my mouth. "Seafood wins over sex any day," I state, pushing his hand away from me.

Miles chuckles and reaches across the table, grabbing his plate to eat beside me, "Can't blame a guy for trying." He states before digging into his food.

We sit and eat the rest of our meal in silence, just enjoying each other's company and the food before us. I'm beyond stuffed by the time I finish off the last scallop. I felt full halfway through my plate, but I was enjoying it too much to stop, instead stuffing my face with the rest of my plate. The ache in my stomach tells me that fatty should've put the fork down instead.

"I hope you didn't eat too much," Miles states, dabbing his lips with his napkin and pushing off from the table, fetching the bag Cupid had given him. "There's a special spot I want to share with you, but you have to hike to get there."

**AUTHORS NOTE**
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*7 out of 10 chapters have been posted. The other 3 will be up by Sunday.*