All Chapters of Curse of the Wolves: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Blakely After Azrael all but dragged sparky from the room, insisting they needed to talk, I set my sights on finding some answers of my own. Ozul, the shadow demon I’d befriended in the basement, wasn’t a damn demon at all. He was a God, an actual God. What was even more troubling was the fact that the mansion aided me in releasing him. Did he and Lunette know one another? Part of me understood why Orion was so pissed at me for letting him go, not that I’d ever admit that aloud. Still, if they hadn’t managed to get any information out of him this long, then I highly doubted he was ever going to talk. Rather than focus on the pale-haired God haunting my lady parts, I began to scour the library in search of information. “Give me everything you’ve got on the Gods.” Books slid off their shelves, their pages flapping wildly as they took to the air. A tornado of them surrounded me, rustling my hair around my shoulders. One at a time, they fluttered down onto the tables, landing in a n

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

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

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

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