In This Chapter: Azrael: God of the Wolves. Orion: God of the Mages. Draco: God of the Lycans.
Blakely I swatted at yet another mosquito, snarling under my breath when it became tangled in my hair. “You’d think with all the magic in this realm someone would’ve invented some enchanted bug spray.” Azrael laughed from where he walked a few feet behind me, weaving through the gargantuan trees that made up Adira’s Forest with ease. Both the Inferno horses knickered when he charged forward and swept me into his arms. “I’ll protect you, little wolf.” I rolled my eyes, not at all oblivious to his hands resting on either side of my ass. Rather than demand he put me down, I wrapped my legs around his waist and enjoyed the small reprieve from walking. Back at the mansion I had started to head towards the closet with the intention of changing into the dress when Azrael stopped me. “Save it for dinner, little wolf. We have somewhere to be, and that gown isn’t meant for traveling.” Instead, he handed me a t-shirt, sneakers, and a pair of booty shorts that barely managed to cover the m
Blakely I slid off Azrael’s back and hobbled into the house before he could shift into his very naked, very muscular human form. A girl could only take so much, and I was already beginning to fold. My stomach snarled as I quickly flitted up to my suite, desperate for a warm shower. Riding a wolf the size of a bear didn’t help my tight muscles. On the bright side, I had plenty of time to inspect Azrael’s silky fur. Dark as night with streaks of shimmering silver, it looked as though he’d been plucked from the sky. Which, in a way, I suppose he had been. Now that I’d seen both him and Draco in their wolf forms, I was almost curious as to what Orion looked like. I was so eager to wash the sweat and grime from my body that I practically sprinted into the bathroom, forgetting the gown I was meant to change into. After going through the motions of washing my body and hair, I wrapped a towel around my torso and returned to my suite. Not expecting to find Azrael sprawled across my bed, I
Draco Ushering the tiny goddess over to my closet, I grabbed a t-shirt and made quick work slipping it over her shoulders. It fell to her knees, easily concealing the mark I’d left on her soft thigh. She released a sound of protest when I pulled the towel from her body, tossing it to the floor without a care. Another sound, this one pained, tumbled past her lips when I dropped my own towel and grabbed a pair of sweats. The heat that leaked from her eyes soaked into my flesh, causing my cock to stir. I looked down at her, unashamed at the erection hanging between my legs. Resisting her had been futile, something I quickly realized as I watched her and Azrael grow closer over the course of weeks. Whether she knew it or not, she owned him. His obsession with her had long surpassed the point of no return. He’d never let her go. He’d do anything to keep her. I wasn’t sure I could fault him for it anymore. There was a deep blush on her cheeks, darkening as she panted softly. My beast r
Blakely “Boys?” Of course, Orion couldn’t keep his mouth shut for more than five seconds. I wish I could’ve said I was surprised, but I wasn’t. It seemed that whenever Orion felt something emotionally, he almost always channeled it into anger. Primitive bastard. “The scrawny, pathetic mortals you’ve likely whored yourself out to were boys.” He drawled, not once breaking his stare from my face. Taking another long drink of wine, his lips twitched ever so slightly. Something wicked gleamed within his eyes, shimmering like two freshly cut diamonds. Running his finger along the rim of his glass, he snarked, “We’re gods, poison. Gods.” Masking my rage behind a blank look of indifference, I lowered myself into my chair and snorted, “Really? Between the two of us, who do you think has slept with more people? The twenty-one-year-old girl, or the two-thousand-year-old, temperamental, insufferable, antagonistic God?” Knowing it would piss him off further, I took a sip of my own wine and
Blakely One Hour Later “Ugh, why do you have to be so fucking heavy?” I snarled under my breath, wincing when I clipped the wall. Orion’s arm remained slung over my shoulder, a heavy weight I couldn’t wait to rid myself of. It had taken me half an hour to traverse the maze-like halls, following his slurred instructions. The mansion hadn’t bothered to help. Apparently, it didn’t approve of my actions. Azrael had offered me a hand, but I declined. I didn’t want this falling back on him or Draco. Just because I planned on staying didn’t mean I was okay with causing a rift between the three of them. No, they’d stay out of this, and I’d happily suffer the consequences. “Why do you have to be so short and bossy?” Orion griped, his voice husky and heavily slurred. Gritting my teeth, I shifted his weight to my hip and wrenched his bedroom door open. The scent of leatherbound books and smoke covered every surface from the dark lacquered furniture to the four postered bed with its obsidian
Blakely There was nothing soft about his kiss. No, it was brutal. Crushing in a way that left my head spinning and soul horribly raw. It was a kiss of fury and desire, claiming everything it knew it could never have, devouring all the hurt swirling in my chest and matching it with his own. I hadn’t even realized that I’d closed my eyes, allowing myself to drown in the torrential downpour that was Orion, God of the Mages. A tongue, silky and bursting with his mouth-watering taste, glided across my lips, silently begging for entry. His hands hadn’t even touched me, and yet my body was humming, desperate for more despite everything he’d done. Just this once, I needed to see the war waging in his eyes, the same one that undoubtedly played out in my own. His growl trembled the very bed I laid on, racing past my lips. I should’ve been afraid, yet some unconscious part of me knew Orion wouldn’t hurt me. My eyes snapped open, and he was gone. The darkness that had once filled the room w
Blakely Like the coward I was, I didn’t show my face for the rest of the day. Instead, I wandered my way back to my bedroom and took a long, cold shower. Once I had slipped into something comfortable, I begged and pleaded with the mansion until it once again revealed Lunette’s hidden library. With nothing better to do, I grabbed the book I’d started last night and made my way to the cushy little window nook. The garden below was teeming with life. Bright bushels of flowers dotted the ever-changing maze. Butterflies, some glowing softly, flitted about on their own personal missions. From afar, the surrounding forest looked like an iridescent rainbow. One that melted into the pale blue of the sky. If I had any sort of artistic ability, I would’ve wanted to paint it. I read slowly, stumbling over every other word. After a few hours, boredom began to set in. If only I were one of those people who could lose themselves within the pages of a book. Every now and then a strange sensatio
Blakely “What have I done?” He asked, his voice empty with hatred, “What have you done, poison? How many have you killed?” I spat onto the floor, trying to clear my mouth of the disgusting taste before I vomited again. Pain streaked up my throat, as though I’d been screaming in my sleep. Four hundred and seventeen, that’s how many I killed. I had counted each one, had memorized the horror on their faces as my wolf tore them to shreds. Some had tried to fight back—some even shifted in an attempt to put me down—but whatever magic they’d carved into my spine sent my wolf into a frenzy that couldn’t be stopped. “I never wanted to do that.” Orion shook his head, staring down at me like I was the scum of the earth. Whatever potion he slipped into my drink must’ve allowed him to see my dream. My insides churned yet again. How could I have been so stupid? “It didn’t look that way to me. In fact, it almost seemed like you enjoyed it. Slaughtering all those people,” His lip curled in a s