The Sun God Diaries

“Well, well, well. Our brother’s night was full of fireworks last night.”

“And he’s still glowing from last night, too!”

I snapped out of my thoughts and faced the smug and knowing looks of Gabe, Mike, Abaddon, and Azrael while trying not to keep the look of embarrassment out of my eyes. “Shut up,” I muttered, reaching for my glass of orange juice. “I was just thinking about-”

“How Cyler made you glow all over?” Abaddon teased, smirking. “Face it, bro. You’re head over heels and lost in la-la-land.”

“Stop it,” Gabe scolded, him and Mike slapping the back of the demonic twins’ heads simultaneously. “Our brother has a right to feel the way he does.”

“Agreed,” Mike piped up. “And thanks to his mates, we’re definitely needing to step up our game with ours.”

“Don’t remind us,” Azrael moaned, all teasing gone as our other brothers came into the dining room with our fathers to enjoy the weekend breakfast spread. “Alyssa and Addison want us to top the first date with something special for our second date. I don’t get it, man. The carnival was supposed to appease them.”

It was then Taylor and Terrell’s turn to join in. “Well, it’s not enough,” the former reminded them, accepting his plate of food from a passing maid. “Everyone knows that Alphas are always the ones to make sure that their mates are courting them properly with regular dates and moments of spontaneity. How else do our fathers always get Dad glowing every day?”

That was true, given the fact that our parents were still at the bed-and-breakfast for their nth honeymoon since they got married. And Dad always came home with a slight limp and a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Well, Tomeka wants Claude and me to make date number three to be extra romantic since the mating season’s coming up- after the Autumn Formal, no less,” Phillippe reminded them. “And we’re planning a trip to the NYC after Monday’s classes for a one-nighter at the Waldorf-Astoria.”

“Mike and I got our boys covered with an at-home romantic session,” Gabe chirped.

“Taylor and I are treating Destiny to dance lessons- tango, to be precise- following dinner tonight,” Terrell replied.

“And Kaden and I are treating Mariah to the opera in Paris tomorrow,” replied Clayton.

Abaddon and Azrael slumped in their seats, looking as if they have been defeated. “Damn,” the latter replied sulkily. “Y’all got Abaddon and I beat. And let’s not forget our brother and his final date with the Sons of Enya tonight.”

That caught my attention. “What about it?”

“Well, it won’t be long until you get presented with a small gesture in a few,” Abaddon replied, taking a bite into his omelet. “If I know better, there’s going to be something for you in-”

“Malachi,” breathed Mr. Yanez as he came into the dining room with a small package that looked very familiar given the box’s light-blue color. “Special delivery for you.”

“Told y’all,” Abaddon piped up. “Read the card, bro.”

I nodded, taking the card out from the top of the box and starting to read.

Mi Caramia Malachi,

Days never go by without thinking or dreaming of you.

Tonight, I plan to seal the deal with my and my brother’s mating bond with you.

I’ll arrive at five after your lessons. Wear something nice.

Until then, accept this token of my love. And wear it tonight.

-Veronique.

P.S.: I hope you like Italian.

“Damn,” all the brothers breathed after I finished reading and began to open the box.

I opened the small gift box to extract another Phillippe Patek watch, the face and outer ring covered with diamonds. “To the glittering sun that lights up my life,” I read the back. “With love, Veronique.”

Taylor whistled low just as the triplets came into the dining room with various flowers that were likely for me. “Damn,” he breathed. “That male Gorgon got us beat.”

“You think?!” Azrael whined. “Some brothers got it bad with finding their mates and pulling out all the stops. Those twelve boys are making Abaddon and I look like chumps.”

I gave them a knowing look. “Well, just up your game and be more romantic,” I replied. “There’s a lot you can do if you have more gumption. But if you want to slack off, then I guess you won’t mind if your newly-bought Jordans meet some bleach and-”

I don’t even finish my sentence as both demonic brothers raced out of the room as if possessed by ghosts.

“You’re very manipulative, Malachi,” Claude said pointedly. “And very devious. No wonder our mates love you for keeping us in line.”

I nodded, sipping my glass of juice. “I always do my best,” I replied.

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“Ah, Malachi,” Veronique (his Gorgon appearance replaced by a Hispanic male with spiked black hair and grey eyes) crooned as I headed down the stairs as Perseus (dressed in a tasteful light-blue dress shirt with tan khakis) and greeting the final Son of Enya with a chaste kiss. “You look like a beauty incarnate. I knew that you would look stunning tonight.”

“That I am,” I replied, my demigod persona and voice in full display yet keeping the same humility as before. “So, Veronique. Your brothers did a beachside dinner in Hawaii, stargazing at the observatory, and fireworks at the park. What do you have planned to impress me?”

The fourth Son of Enya smirked, snapping his fingers.

And before I had a chance to blink, we were teleported from the palace to the main entrance of what looked like a private Italian villa. “This is one of the family’s private properties that my brothers and I own all across the world,” he replied. “And tonight, we’re in a small neighborhood outside the main streets of Capri. Tonight, we are enjoying a homemade Italian feast before heading outside for a walk in the parks, and then it’s a midnight swim at the Grotto.”

My eyes went wide at the mention of the famous underground swimming hole that everyone who came to Capri and enjoyed a lovely time whether by day or by night. “That’s...that’s...” I couldn’t even finish the sentence because he knew that Capri was the one dream vacation on my list to visit.

“I know,” Veronique replied as he led me through the large doors and straight inside the spacious living room where the sounds of Rhianna playing from a hidden stereo emanated in the large home. “Tonight is all about you and me, Caramia- my love. And we will have a night to remember.”

And he kept that promise tenfold, readers; from the first bite of homemade bruschetta and savoring the last of the apple crostatas to listening to the sounds of the passing countrymen and supernaturals that were enjoying themselves and being lost in the ethereal waters of the grotto as we swam in our merman forms (that would make my Dominique and Veronique’s merman side Sirion happy). We were two young men that were enjoying an Italian date night full of Caprese wonders.

“I love you,” I breathed as we emerged from the waters, breathing heavily while staring into the eyes of the now-Hispanic stud in front of me. “I know I said this to our other mates- your brothers included, but I’m telling you as well. I love you, Veronique. I love you and all my mates.”

Veronique smiled slowly yet gradually, his eyes glowing green with pride and desire. “I love you too, Malachi DuBauer,” he breathed. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes.”

And for the next two minutes, we kissed and savored each others’ scents and essences as if there was no time left in the world and the end would come at any moment. And then, I felt the click from the bonds of all the Sons of Enya and my Magnificent Eight as I felt myself glowing all over with the love from all my mates.

If only the thirteenth and final mate would come and make himself known.

“Ah, there you are.”

Veronique and I broke away from the kiss and whirled around to see a masculine and domineering teenager who looked a lot like Sorunos as he was dressed in a Roman centurion outfit that swiftly disappeared to reveal his naked frame...and sweet Nyx almighty! He was hung as a horse!

“Who are you?” I asked, my eyes averted from his giant cock as my face heated up with shyness.

Veronique turned to me with a cheeky look as the mystery man dove in and his long legs were replaced by a red merman tail. “Say hello to our final mate, babe,” he teased. “Malachi DuBauer, meet Olodom, the son of Sorunos.”

“Please,” the guy said, giving Veronique a proud look before turning to me with lust in his eyes. “Call me Ollie.”

Hot damn it to hell! My friends and Dad aren’t going to believe this!