The Beautiful and Divine

Chapter Twenty-Five: In The End

Ezekiel leans off, leaving my whole body and core shaking. He hasn't even touched me yet and I'm this riled up, my stomach twists into knots. I pick my chest off the moist wooden surface, turning back around to face Ezek who sits back smirking.

"I win." Zek purrs, "What do I get as a prize?" he questions.

"You get this." I reply, stepping forward and straddling The Prophet's lap.

Pressing our lips together, I give a long heated kiss. Breaking apart, I grin back down at a breathless Mr. Black.

"Hi guys." Eve's voice breaks the moment,"Ezekiel won." I state.

Rolling off, I stand in front of Miss Black who gives a erotic look.

"I can tell." Ms. Black laughs, I nod in agreement not even trying to hide it.

"Where is Alex?" Ezek asks, "On his way, he is dying from thirst. I ran shortly after you two, only I failed half way." Miss Eve says.

"Sorry guys I was dying back there..." The Styles pants, entering the shelter.

"It's fine, we waited for you." I smile at Alex, his body is dripping with sweat.

"Can we eat now?" Eve whimpers, "Yes, let's go!" Ezek states.

Grabbing my hand, Zek leads the three of us to the market place. All of his wild ones have gathered, everyone pitches in to help set a super wide and round table. I crowd up the needed number of chairs for it, dragging them one by one. The sandy earth flies in the strong wind, getting into my eyes. Lifting an arm to block it, I continue doing the task.

Alexander rushes over to help me, boosting the setting up time. I place the last seat down in the edge of the circular slab, The Divines sit around them front rim of it. Settling myself down on the chair beside Mr. Black, we sneak our hands under the counter. Hooking both index fingers together, I give a stolen gaze to him before looking ahead. Both men and woman wildlings take a chosen seat, they each hold hands on top of the table.

Using it to my advantage, I hold hands with Sir Ezek fully.

"Who wants to say grace?" The Destroyer asks, looking around the circle surface,

"I can." Miss Eve declares, keeping a hold on Alex's hand.

"It's had been to long since I have." Eve starts, standing up and bowing her head she starts.

"Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen." Ms. Black slowly speaks, opening her eyes and sitting back down.

"Amen," Everyone says in unison, everyone detaches their hands beginning to eat.

Only I don't, my hand remains rubbing the soft top of Ezekiel's paw. Alex hands me the basket of bread rolls, letting go for a moment I pick one out. Passing the weaved creel to Ezek, choosing one of the baked pastries to eat. He sends it on down the line of folks on the other side of him, cycling through each food item everyone fills their plates. I stand up, lifting the heavy pitcher filled with water off the table.