ZEUS
“Ohh…” I hissed, throwing my head back. Two fingers at once! Pain and pleasure shot through my being. But once I took a peek at his fingers disappearing into my hole, my cock sprang back to life.
I put a hand over my eyes in shame. It felt so good. So good that I hated to admit that I loved a man fingering my ass. Was I becoming an animal? How could I feel pleasure this way? I had only received pleasure sexually from the front, how could this much pleasure come from the back?
“Don’t hide,” Odin slowly removed my hand from my eyes, making me see the third finger he had planned slide into me.
“Wait.. three is…a little too much,” I gasped, reaching out to stop hi
ZEUS“NOOOO!” I screamed, my nails digging into Odin’s hand as he held me firmly behind him, ready to shield me and take every arrow meant for his heart. He was about to die. He was…A soundless cry ripped through my mind, my heart ready to shatter the moment his body fell.But the arrows never came.I cracked my eyes open, my breath caught in my throat. Odin still stood tall, unflinching, a crooked grin curling his lips. Damon’s victorious, bloodthirsty grin faltered—visible, catastrophic. His gaze darted to his hunters, who remained frozen in place, their bows raised but not a single arrow released.What came into view struck not only Damon dumb, but sent a chill r
ODINDamon's mother, emotionally broken, betrayed, and terrified of her own son, confessed that she had been forced to bring the bomb to my pack. Yet, she never intended for it to be defused. There wasn’t much time left, and she had no desire to be saved. She left my territory, and not long after, the distant sound of an explosion echoed through the air. It was her life that ended — but in that moment, it felt as though my world had shattered along with her.I realized then that even if I made it to the safe house, Zeus wouldn’t be there. Damon would have already taken him away. I had lost him.In those harrowing moments, I was defeated — hollow, lost, and as good as dead. Until the golden chain around my neck shifted ever so slightly.I remembered the smile Zeus wore
ZEUS“Odin.”My eyes widened, my heart hammering against my ribs so violently I thought it might burst. Was I dreaming? Or was I already dead? Was this my mind playing tricks on me?But there he was. His face. His voice.“Are you hurt?” His hand cupped my face so gently it nearly undid me. His warm, calloused palm was real — too real to be a figment. His brown eyes, burning with worry, locked onto my terrified, disbelieving ones.My chest tightened painfully. My heart reacted the way it always did to him. It clenched, ached, soared.He was real. Not an illusion.“Odin!” I choked out, unable to hold back the storm in
George Darcy awoke in a hospital bed, seething with fury.“I don’t need treatment! Where is Damon?!” he bellowed, his voice echoing off the sterile walls.The attending doctors, unable to manage his volatile state, quickly retreated from the room. Moments later, Victor entered in composed silence, his expression unreadable.“Mr. George,” Victor greeted with a bow.“Where is Damon?! Where is that rebellious son of—”Before George could finish his tirade, Victor quietly reached for the remote and switched on the television. The screen flickered to life, revealing a breaking news report. George’s words caught in his throat as he watched a harrowing video play across the scree
ZEUS“See? Because of you, this werewolf is going to die.”Damon’s laughter echoed, and in front of my eyes, Odin was blasted away—shattered like a dying star.“Odin!”I shot upright, drenched in cold sweat. My chest heaved with panic, heart hammering violently.It was only a dream.Just a nightmare.But the terror clung to me like a second skin.I looked around the room, the same place I had been last night. The late morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor.“It wasn’t real,” I whispered to myself, trying to calm the storm inside my chest.But no matter how many times I repeated the words, the dread remained. Odin’s life would always be in danger, for as long as Damon still breathed.I glanced toward the table, where a new set of clothes waited for me. My fists clenched.I had already lost everything—my dignity, my freedom, my past. This body, the one Damon lusted over, meant nothing to me anymore. It was just a shield I used to keep O
ZEUS“Get out.” Damon yanked me from the car, dragging me toward his private plane.My head snapped left and right in panic. He was really doing it, leaving the country and taking me with him. My teeth sank into my lower lip as fear wrapped around my heart like a vice. In just two hours, he’d brought me here without encountering a single problem. Two of his bodyguards followed with his luggage, and a row of armed men stood in formation by the plane.As we boarded, he shoved me into a seat. I turned to the window, my heart thudding violently in my chest as the engines roared to life. We were taking off. I wanted to fight, to run, or better yet, to die—anything was better than being taken away by him. But Odin’s life was in Damon’s hands. And no matter how much I wanted to resist, I couldn’t risk i
ZEUSJust as his hand slid over my ass, terror gripped me like ice water.“Don’t touch me!” I yelled, jerking away.He slapped me hard with his other hand, knocking the breath from my lungs, and ripped open the button on my pants.“Since you already whored yourself out to that mutt,” Damon sneered, “you must be loose by now, right? I’ll just thrust in, no foreplay necessary.”“No! KEEP YOUR DISGUSTING HANDS OFF ME!” I screamed, kicking and twisting, desperate to keep him from stripping me.Then another slap landed, harder this time. The room spun. My vision dimmed. My skull throbbed.“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, his voice sharp and cruel. Then he punched me in the gut.Pain exploded through my core. I crumpled to the floor, choking on air.“Don’t make me beat you unconscious,” he muttered. “I don’t want to fuck a corpse.”Then—rip—my shirt tore open.And suddenly I was fourteen again.Dragged into a dark room by my father’s friend.Helpless.Frozen.The world spun with old, buried
DAMONI’ve always hated people smiling.It made me sick—how easily they could show joy. But the only smile I ever craved… was Zeus’s.I used to skip school just to follow him around, hiding behind corners, under staircases, down alleyways like a shadow that refused to let go. I would wait for hours, just to catch a glimpse of his smile.That smile was everything to me.I wanted to trap it, steal it, lock it away, so that it would only be mine.But one day, everything fell apart. My father found out.He discovered what I felt for Zeus. That my obsession wasn&rs
ZEUSWhen I regained consciousness, my head throbbed with pain. Dimness clouded my vision, and the memory hit me instantly, I had been kidnapped by Damon. Alarmed, I looked around. This wasn’t a warehouse like I expected. Instead, it was a dimly lit bedroom.Where was I? What was this place? And Odin... My heart pounded in my chest. He must be going crazy right now.I tried to move, but both my hands were tied behind my back, and I was seated on a chair.“Fuck!” I struggled to free my wrists, but it was like trying to grasp air.“You're awake?” Damon’s voice startled me.I immediately looked toward the shadowed figure in the dimness. A tall man sat on the sofa across