Zeus (The God Chronicles) (23 page)

“Wait!” I said, following after him. “When will it be the right time? I’m having a hard time keeping it bottled up!”

Laughter filled the air as he grabbed me, our lips meeting in a sweet kiss. Hands caressed my arms, fingers swirling patterns on my skin.

“We should go to bed—you know, for Santa,” he said as he broke away.

“You’re so mean,” I giggled as he pushed me towards my own room.

“Goodnight, my love,” he whispered softly.

“Karly, will you marry me?”

I’d awakened that morning to blinking lights, fresh cinnamon scent, Dad’s doughnuts, presents under the tree, and the traditional glitter footprints left by “Santa.” It was all expected, right down to the box of oatmeal I got in my stocking every year. But this—my mother sobbing, aunts screaming over the speaker phone, Dad, who never cried, wiping a single tear from his cheek, and Zeus on one knee in front of me, a black box and diamond ring in his hand—I hadn’t seen this coming. Now I understood what he meant when he’d said a proposal wasn’t real until there was a ring.

As I looked into the eyes of the man I loved more than anything or anyone in the room, I said the one thing my heart had been screaming since he first kneeled on the floor.

“Yes!”

Epilogue

Zeus

Karly.

I’d never been so happy to wake up and see someone in the bed next to me.

The white silk sheets whispered over my skin
as I quietly slid closer to her. Her warm, soft skin glowed in the morning light, like the rest of the room. Long, perfect hair fanned out over her pillow, framing her beautiful face. Her hands rested on her chest, holding the sheets there. I smiled at the glittering ring on her finger.

She was
so beautiful, my June bride walking down the aisle in her brilliant white gown, her father in his tux at her side. Not even Hades—who always had something negative to say to me—could find a single flaw with her as Poseidon and he stood by my side.

She’d cried as she danced with her father at the reception, hugging him tightly. I asked Mary to dance during that time, since I had no mother of my own. I truly felt like part of the family, celebrating a love that would last for an eternity.

After a cheerful goodbye, we left the reception and arrived at a much different, but equally significant, celebration. Twinkling lights wafted through the air above us, lighting the way to the shores of the River Styx. It was there that my family—the Gods of Olympus—welcomed Karly into their midst. Our hands were joined together in a sacred, everlasting vow, effectively crowning her as my Queen and a Goddess.

Much eating, raucous music, and dancing followed as each deity presented their gift to us. At long last, the celebrations were over and we retired to our new home on Olympus.

I grinned as I remember what happened then. Karly had been so nervous, staring at the white, silky, canopy bed. It was adorable. Trying to ease her anxiety, I circled my arms around her waist, moving her hair out of the way, and kissed the back of her neck. She melted at my touch, a sigh escaping her. It was all the encouragement I needed.

I spun her around, my lips descending on hers like they were water and I was a man dying of thirst. My tongue slipped inside her mouth, re-exploring the joy I found there. A crushing embrace held me close, bodies pressing together. Breaking away from her mouth and moving on to her neck, my hands found the zipper of her dress, pulling it all the way down. Sliding the fabric off her shoulders, I slowly pushed her back onto the bed, laying myself on top of her.

What happened next was beyond anything I could have imagined. It was different from my previous experiences—completely free of lust and full of love. When I looked at Karly in Vegas, it felt like my world had completely shifted, complying to anything she wanted. When I looked at her on our wedding night that feeling was magnified a thousand times. I was positive I would never want another woman for the rest of my life.

As I smiled down at my beautiful, sleeping wife, she sighed, rolling over, and opened her eyes to look at me.

“Good morning,” I said softly, tucking a stand of hair behind her ear.

“Good morning,” she said, smiling. “I love you, Zeus.”

“I love you, too, Karly.”

I had never known such happiness in my entire existence.

About The Author

             
Kamery didn’t grow up thinking that she would be an author. She loved to sing and act! She dreamed of the day that she would perform on Broadway. She also loved books and had an active imagination. She could come up with a story in no time and tell it to her friends. Over time, she realized that she could follow both dreams.

             
Now Kamery writes when she can, weaving tales in every direction imaginable. When She’s not working on her latest manuscript, she is at school finishing up her degree. Kamery loves learning and getting to do both of the things that she loves!

             
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