In the Eyes of Osiris (Volume One & Two) ~LGBT~

Chapter Nineteen-Part One: Master of Death

So this is a two part chapter. I kept writing and writing before I knew it, I had 8000 words. I divided the chapter in two. Read it like it is one chapter.

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Adonis POV

"You are a god!" I kept repeating, mostly to convince myself.

"No, I am a demigod." He answered calmly for the hundred time but I could not process his words.

I was finding it difficult to get pass the god part. Osiris was sitting on his bed, right leg up, his elbow resting on it while the other leg was flat down. His left hand, the one not resting on his knees was playing with a strand of his hair while he watched me walked up and down his spatial bedroom.

"Adonis," I stopped my nervous stride long enough to gazed at him. "Come." He held out his left hand to me but I ignored him and continued repeating the same phrase over and over. He was a god!

Groaning, he dropped his hands. "You can kiss me-"

I didn't even wait for him to finish. I rushed on the bed tackling him, my lips taking his in no time. I kiss him hotly molding my body to his, making sure there was no room between us. My hands traveled down and in his pants. He broke the kiss and ripped my hands away glaring at me.

I pouted, "someday Osiris."

"Until then, everything below my waist is off limits."

"Wait, is this what people call abs-" the words choked in my throat.

No, please don't tell me it's that ‘A’ word people talk about, you know the number one way to prevent pregnancy. He's turning me into a nun; my family jewel can't take this. Come to think of it, when was the last time I've had sex? I think it was the day I affirmed Osiris was my mate. That was ages ago!

"I'm turning into Cyan!" I cried in horror.

My king watched me for a long time and shook his head, "you are very peculiar." He untangled himself from me, getting off the bed.

"Where are you going? I have questions so don't even think about running away."

Following him, I wrapped my arms around his neck bending down to his lips. Moving my lips with his, I tried to deepen the kiss but he pulled back, trapping his gaze with mine. He removed my arms from around his neck, ignoring it when I complained.

Stepping away from me he called, "come in Nafre."

The little maid pushed the door opened, balancing a giant tray with every food known to man. She smiled, setting the tray down on Osiris nightstand.

"Thank you," my mate said in his alluring voice.

Nafre jaw dropped, eyes widening. Using her hands to covered her mouth, the maid hiccup loudly sniffing. Osiris sighed in annoyance; walking to her, he opened his arms. She took the invitation and hugged the life out of him; soon I heard two pair of feet running passed me and to Nafre and Osiris.

They joined the hugging feast, crying and screaming, "we love you master." He looked over their shoulders and at me with a bore expression like he was counting the seconds tick by while three petite girls squeezed him to death.

"Alright enough," Dar clapped his hands disrupting the hug.

I turned to him smirking, "I survived."

"Congratulation," he replied in a monotone voice.

I glared at him but he ignored me, going to the tray of food and eating a little bit of everything. At first I didn't understand what he was doing but soon realized he might have been taste testing it. Why? Ugh, I may know what my mate was but he was still clouded in mystery. Not for long though because we were going to have a long overdue talk. When he was done, Dar snarled at the girls to get out so his master can eat. Wow, somebody was bitter.