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Chapter 51
Jane DoeIn This Chapter: Azrael: God of the Wolves. Orion: God of the Mages. Draco: God of the Lycans. Lunette: Goddess of the Moon.
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Orion Over the centuries, I’d lost count of the things I’d done. While they still lived within my memory, I had become skilled at pushing them aside. At focusing on the present to ignore the horrors of the past. Countless wars I’d fought, slaughtering in both human and beast form, and yet nothing in all those years gave me such a visceral reaction as witnessing poison’s darkest nightmare. My own stomach turned as I watched her spew her dinner onto the floor. Disgust for myself and for my people had my skin crawling. I wanted to peel it from my body and take to the forest, running until the residue of her pain was smothered by blundering exhaustion. Seeing the horrors through her eyes, feeling the blade carving into her flesh as though it were my own—I’d never experienced anything so harrowing. I’d freed prisoners of war, witnessed torture and its aftereffects. I’d even been maimed a time or two on the battlefield, but never had I felt the unrelenting agony that was dark magic weav
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Blakely Sharp waves of pain invaded the cozy darkness wrapped around my cotton-stuffed head. I would’ve groaned if my tongue wasn’t plastered to the roof of my mouth, forced in place by something disturbingly mushy. Well, at least I could no longer taste my own vomit. Voices, sharp and swift, permeated the thick layer of pain sparking down my back and up my stomach. “I’m sorry, I can’t do anything for the scars on her back…” Came a rich, feminine voice. “You know how temperamental dark magic is. If I tried anything, it could lash out and do more damage.” A threatening snarl pierced the air. It filled my chest with an odd sort of warmth. “You’re the Goddess of Healing and you can’t—you know what, forget it. There must be someone that can help her.” Instantly I recognized the haughty, masculine rumble. Orion’s voice alone dredged up all the memories my throbbing head had been trying to force down. They flashed behind my eyes all at once, each one more painful than the next. I mu
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Blakely “You have ten seconds to undress and bathe. I won’t be traveling with you while you smell like burnt flesh,” he drawled, “Not that your natural scent is any better.” Hah, now he was blatantly lying. I’d seen the way he reacted to my arousal. I’d felt the hard length of his cock pressing into my leg when he pinned me to the library’s floor. Gritting my teeth, I spun around and faced him. He cocked his head, arms stretched out along the rocky edge of the pool. Not giving myself time to chicken out, I dropped the oily sheet I held to my chest and let it tumble to the floor. Rather than look away, I met his stare and held it. Taking the challenge, Orion dragged his eyes down my face, lingering on my throat before plunging even lower. I could feel his stare on every part of my body. Sliding over my nipples, between my legs and through my lips. Down his gaze went, all the way to the tops of my feet. When he raised his eyes once more, they were several shades darker, his pupils
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