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Chapter 31
Jane DoeAzrael: God of the Wolves. Orion: God of the Mages. Draco: God of the Lycans. Ozul: God of the Shadows. Lunette: Goddess of the Moon. Sephtis: God of the Dead. Ismene: Goddess of Knowledge. Kiara: Goddess of Fate.
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Draco Fools, I was surrounded by fools. Azrael with his obsession and lack of self-control, Orion with his paranoia and trust issues, and the girl. The sharp-tongued girl with secrets in her eyes. Who couldn’t even manage to take care of herself when it mattered most. Watching her cut into her flesh with no regard tore away the melancholy that long ago seeped into my mind. It was as though she couldn’t even be bothered to be gentle. At the time, the rage had been so strong that I had no choice but to leave. Following several paces back, I watched Azrael and the girl as they walked down the corridor. More than once their hands neared one another’s. So close, yet they never touched. The girl didn’t even notice the way she gravitated towards him. Had it truly been that long for the mortal wolves that they’d forgotten what a mate-bond felt like? Azrael’s frustration sharpened his scent. He wanted to explain to the girl the truth behind his and Orion’s conversation, but he couldn’t
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Blakely “I am so not wearing that.” The scrap of fabric clinging to Azrael’s hand was just that, a scrap. It didn’t matter that it was the most beautiful piece of clothing I’d ever seen with my two eyes. I was positive it would barely cover my backside, let alone everything else. With his raven hair tumbling messily over his forehead he smirked, “Oh, yes you are. We must blend in, little wolf. Your hair and mortal features will already attract attention. The last thing we need is to announce where you’ve come from. Entering the city in your current attire would do just that.” I glanced down at my jean shorts and t-shirt combo, then released a sigh. There wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to wear that outfit, but there was also no use in arguing with him. “Fine. Get out so I can change.” The moment he glided from the room (reluctantly, I might add), I tossed the garment onto my bed and waltzed over to the closet in search of something else to wear. Every one of my hopes and drea
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Blakely “Deidama and Galen have found a balance of sorts. Well, for the most part. As you can tell, she enjoys pushing his boundaries, but what is chaos if not a rule-breaker?” It wasn’t Azrael’s explanation that had me wide-eyed, rather the sheer insanity of the bustling marketplace. We’d headed here after checking into the Inn, an event I was still trying to process. The seemingly endless maze of taverns, restaurants, townhouses, and stacked apartments had opened into a wide circle packed with stalls and lined with various shops full of raucous patrons. Each building was unique in the fact that it didn’t have a door or windows. Its open front allowed customers to waltz in and out at will. The flashes of color I’d seen in the distance were actually thick bushels of cloth interwoven high above our heads, providing a bit of shade from the blistering sun. A plethora of scents filled the dry air. Smoked meats were being cooked on several skewers, while small vials of spices and perf
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Blakely An alluring warmth spread throughout my chest, forming a tether that pulled me straight into his orbit. The rich aroma of a nighttime breeze flooded my senses with every soft pass of his lips over my own. I drowned in his taste, releasing a sharp gasp when his tongue invaded my mouth. All the surrounding chaos melted into the background, leaving me unable to do anything but feel. Much too quickly, he pulled away. Those large hands of his still cradled my face, stroking my cheeks so gently that something deep within my heart lurched. “Tell me what you’re thinking, little wolf. I can practically see the gears turning in your head.” He rasped, an achingly beautiful smile tugging at his now swollen lips. My mind was a twisted mess of indecision. On the one hand I wanted to sink into his arms and take everything I knew he’d willingly give, but on the other I knew this could never work. He was a God, and I was—I was just me. While he wormed his way into my fragile heart, im
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Azrael I watched my little wolf glide through the crowd like a miniature goddess. The sweet smiles she tossed here and there had my cock growing hard and my magic swelling with the urge to kill all those within her range. After witnessing that shop keep putting his hands on her, I wanted nothing more than to peel the flesh from his bones and watch as his body slowly drained itself of blood. It’s exactly why I sent Draco back to rid him of his fingers. My mate—two words I would never, ever tire of hearing—worked her mouthwatering body into the crowd of dancing patrons. I could do nothing but watch in awe and obsession as she swiveled her hips and gave in to the pull of the music. Never had I seen her so relaxed—so at home within herself and her surroundings. Despite how hard she fought against me; I knew it was all in vain. My little wolf wanted me. Her body whispered the truth that her mind refused to accept. While I’d never force myself on her, I would toy with the fraying thre
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Blakely “I’m coming with you.” I huffed, mentally cursing the Inn for having so many flights of stairs. It would be my luck that the single elevator, somehow powered by magic, was out of order. How did that even happen? Just a few steps down, Azrael cleared his throat. “This time, I’m afraid you can’t. Elias is the God of Sex, little wolf. His allure is almost impossible to resist, and Jade is as vicious as they come. If she coaxes even an ounce of jealousy out of you, she will tear you to shreds.” “I can control myself.” “Somehow, I doubt that.” “You’re not exactly the epitome of self-control, Azrael. For six flights you’ve done nothing but stare at my ass. Besides, you know Draco’s not going to stay behind and play babysitter. What if those faceless people come here while you two are gone?” I pumped my fist in victory when we made it to the seventh floor. “I’m coming with you and that’s final.” My fingers slipped off the doors handle when two giggling women wrenched it open. T
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Blakely “Are you sure you still want to do this, little wolf? Draco can escort you back to the Inn if you’ve changed your mind. Neither of us will think different of you.” The genuine gleam in his eyes told me he was telling the truth, but it was far too late to back out now. I wiped my sweaty palms on my thin cotton pants, swallowing past the bundle of anxiety lodged in my throat. “I’m positive, now get out before you’re caught!” With a curt nod, Azrael slipped out of the thick curtains blocking off the employee section of the brothel. If I didn’t know any better, he almost seemed nervous. His playful mood had all but evaporated since this morning, when I awoke to my hands wrapped around his throat. When the fog cleared from my eyes, I almost screamed at the sight. All he did was flash me that devastating grin of his and purr, “I actually think I’m beginning to enjoy this.” When his cock twitched against the thin sleep shorts I wore, I yelped and scrambled off him. Draco stood
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Blakely His fingers barely skimmed the top of my thigh when a voice that could only be described as pure unadulterated sin, rippled across the showroom floor. “Azrael, my old friend!” Magic lived within every syllable, tickling my flesh as it delved between my legs. I forced myself not to stiffen, but instead relaxed even further on Azrael’s lap. “Brace yourself,” He whispered in my ear. A flash of white crossed my vision as a muscular form settled onto the sofa opposite to us. Every thought in my head turned to pure static at the sight of Elias, God of Sex. It wasn’t his perfectly bronzed skin, nor his golden hair that caught my eye, but the feathered wings attached to his back. They were so large they took up the remaining space on the sofa, and so white in color that my eyes stung the longer I gawked at them. There was a collective sigh from several men and women in the room as he stretched his arms over his head. Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, only a pair of pan
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