Pretty Faces (The Fallen Gods Book 6)

by K. A Knight

  “Never,” she snaps. “Such an asshole, thinking you could just come back—”

  Opening my palm, I let the knife drop to the floor with a clank, and then I shove her backwards into the rack. She gasps, but I quickly swallow it when I slam my lips onto hers. I taste the rest of her words, her hate and defiance on those addictive lips. That was all it took, after all. One kiss, and I was hers, and even when I tried to run away, I couldn’t. She stills for a moment, frozen, before she kisses me back, harsh and fast. Biting at my lip, she digs her claws into my shoulders once again as I hoist her into the air, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist or pull away, and as much as she protests, as hurt as she is, she still wants me.

  We should be hunting the necromancer, but my mate is more important. I know if we don’t fix this now, we will remain broken, and I refuse to accept that. Let the world fucking burn around us, it may finally match the wildness and heat between us.

  She turns her head away, so I kiss down her neck and back up to her ear. “Keep fighting, we both know you’re wet as hell for me. I could rip away these panties and hammer into this tight little cunt, and you would claw and mewl for me like a kitten,” I murmur as I run my hand down her belly to her jeans and shove it beneath them and into her panties. I stroke along her drenched pussy lips, possessiveness and satisfaction filling me.

  She snaps then, pushing me away before punching me right in the face. “You don’t deserve me.”

  I feel blood dripping from my nose, and with a smile, I wipe it away and lick it from my fingers as she watches, laving the digits like I’ll lick her cunt later. Her eyes widen and her breathing picks up as she stares before I drop my hand. “True, but you’re stuck with me anyway, amore. Pants off, I want to see you come while you cut me to pieces until I earn your forgiveness.”

  Her eyes narrow, and she goes to punch me again, so I grab her fist mid-air and throw her into the table. She slides across it, her legs hanging off, and before she can move, I grab them, yank her ass back, and wrap my hand in her hair, fisting it as I tug her head up. I bite her earlobe until I taste her sweet blood, which is almost as good as her cream, and I grind my hard cock into her ass, eliciting a groan from her. I let her feel my need and how fucking wild she makes me.

  I have lived for thousands of years, and this one shifter made my castle fall. She ruined my world and ripped it to shreds all those years ago with one look into those innocent eyes, and she made it all about her. It always will be. She’s my family.

  My everything. It’s time she realised that.

  “I will say I’m sorry every day for the rest of our lives, amore. I should never have left you. It’s the biggest mistake of my life, but I will never leave you again. Nor will I let you leave. I’ll follow you across this fucking earth, hunting your every step. You will never escape me.” I bite harder then, and she rubs herself against me, even as she tries to escape my grip. “You might be a hunter, baby, but I’m the fucking face god. There isn’t a place in this world you could go to escape me. This hot little body is mine, those claws are mine. That cunt is mine to fuck and taste. Your skin is mine to mark and scar, and your heart mine to protect. So get used to it. Hit me, fight me, bite me, hell, flay the skin off my body, whatever the fuck you need to do to get it out of your system. I’ll take all the pain and anger. I’ll take everything you have, and I’ll still be there begging for more. Do you understand me, Remi? I’m yours.” I punctuate my vow with a kiss on her pounding pulse. “I’m yours, have been since before you were born, waiting in this fucked up world for you to come along. To challenge me, test me, tease me… There is no me without you. I may be a god, a fallen one, but you? You are a goddess. You are the power that runs through me. My blood pumps for you, my heart beats solely for you. Always has, always will.”

  She stills for a moment, panting from our fight, until her head tips back farther, relaxing in my hands. “You want me?” she purrs. “Come get me.”

  She somehow manages to escape my grasp. I blame her perky ass rubbing against my cock for distracting me. She flips on the table, but I’m as quick as my mate. I grab those thick thighs I want clamped around my head while I eat her cunt and drag her down the table, ripping at her jeans until they lie in tatters. Just like I want, her legs come up and wrap around my neck. Grinning, I twist her so she lands on her front again, and then I yank her panties down and shove my hand between her thighs until I’m cupping her wet cunt. Hard. I grind my hand against it to the point of pain, and yet she still moans in ecstasy.

  “Is our fight getting you wet, amore?” I taunt as I stroke her cunt lips. “I think it is, I think you love fighting me. Love making me bleed, love it when I don’t hold back. I think you’re on the verge of coming already.”

  Even as she swears, she parts her thighs for me, allowing me access to her wet pussy, which I stroke as a reward before circling and teasing her clit. “Want to hate fuck, amore? Real dirty like? ’Cause I sure as shit do.”

  “Shut up,” she snaps.

  I bring my hand down on her clit, once, twice in warning, but she squirms and pushes back for more, so I do it again and again before I ram my fingers inside of her. She screams, her legs falling open as she pushes back, her face pressed to the table.

  “I hate you!” she growls, even as she clamps around my fingers, her cream dripping as I spear them inside of her, adding another and another, stretching her. She loves it though, the pain. Grinning in victory, I pull back and push my fist into her. I pin her to the table when she tries to get away, her body shaking as I push my hand through her tight channel, forcing her to take it. I bite at her shoulder, digging in until I taste blood, and then I pull back and watch it drip down her skin. I know that will scar, I don’t know how I do, but I just do.

  She moves impatiently, rubbing and pushing back, fucking my fist, riding that edge of pain she loves so much. She’s panting now, incoherent words leaving her lips. Her claws scrape down the table, making the metal screech as it splits open like skin.

  “Oh fuck, do that to me,” I rasp before yanking my fist out. I flip her and slam it back inside of her. Her eyes are closed, so I narrow mine and slap her with an open palm until they flare wide and she snarls. Her claws slash across my pecs, splitting the skin. Agony fills me with ecstasy until I shiver. “Again, fuck, rip me to pieces,” I beg as I ram my fist into her faster and faster. Her breasts jiggle with the movement as she swipes me again, splitting me open further. I heal as she does it, and with a scream, she keeps slicing until she has it out of her system, until we’re both coated with my blood, until it’s mixing with her dripping cream and fucking inside of her on my fist.

  Unable to help myself, I lean down, capture one perky, rosy nipple, and suck. She groans and lifts her hips as she meets my preternaturally fast thrusts. Her legs are shaking, her pussy fluttering. She’s so fucking close. Releasing her nipple, I grab a knife from the table next to us, and as her chest arches, I slice right down her torso, from neck to navel. Blood runs across her body like fucking paint, caressing it, staining her skin as she screams, her pussy clamping around my fist as she comes. The sound is high-pitched and hungry—her monster, no doubt.

  Pulling out my fist, I watch as her eyes flicker open and meet mine, even as she rides the aftershocks. I lick along my hand, tasting her blood and cum. “I love the way you bleed for me, amore.”

  She snatches the knife from me and stabs it into my shoulder, making me groan as my head falls back. Her hand drags down my bloody chest and curls around my cock, and I need to look. I open my eyes and drop my head forward, watching her tiny, dangerous hand tipped with claws stroke me, staining me with her blood and mine until she drags me closer, rubbing my cock along her pussy. She nudges her clit with it over and over as her other hand picks at the healing slice down her chest, poking it, prodding it. I see the spark of pain pass over her features, melting into the pleasure. I can’t take it anymore. I smack her hands away and, grabbing some chain from the table, I wind i
t around her wrists and slam the knife through the loop, restraining her to the table as I line up and thrust inside of her. She groans, wrapping her legs around me as she lifts her hips. We find a fast, hard rhythm, the table shaking from the force of our fucking, and she quickly builds back up.

  “Khalid,” she begs, entreating for her release from me. Her mate.

  I slide my hand down the split on her chest, dipping my fingers inside of it the same way I did her pussy, and it throws her over the edge. Her pussy clamps around my cock like she did my fist. I fuck her through it before snarling and pulling out. I lean down, ready to flip her, and her head descends as fast as a cobra strike as she continues to come. She sinks her teeth into the skin between my neck and shoulder, digging in deep as I whimper, and when she pulls back, I know.

  She bit me.

  She claimed me.

  It makes me wilder.

  I spin her, drag her ass back, and split her cheeks. I push my hard cock into her ass, forcing her tight hole to accept it. It must hurt her, it must be agony, yet she begs for more, her voice breathless and needy. My claws dig into her hips, cutting open the skin. She knows what I can do, and yet she doesn’t care. She’s unafraid.

  When I’m balls deep, I pull out and slam back in, spearing her ass with my monster cock. She cries out and screams, spurring me on as her hands yank at the chain.

  In punishment, I grab the other end and bring it down on her ass cheeks and bottom of her spine, which bows at the impact. “More!” she demands.

  So I do it again as I fuck her ass, bringing the chain down across her back, ass, and anywhere I can reach. Her skin reddens, almost breaking under the heavy metal, and I still don’t stop. I love the look of the welts, of my marks on her flesh as her screams urge me on, until it’s too much. I grip the end of the chain and force it into her pussy, and when she explodes with a scream, squirting cum, I howl my own release, thrusting once more into her ass until I still, my cum filling her.

  Both of us are breathing heavily, but when I feel like I can move again, I pull out of her ass, watching the cum drip from it to her tight, raw pussy where the chain is still lodged. With two fingers, I gather my release and force it inside of her, alongside the chain, before I pull out and free her hands. She rolls over, and I catch her as she stumbles.

  “Shit,” she whispers, and I grin as I lean down and coat her lips with her cum and mine before kissing her, tasting our mixed fluids.

  “You got that right, mate.”

  Lying on the floor of the locker, with her head on my chest and our legs twined together, I finally relax. Her skin and mine heals as we rest. There aren’t any marks left behind as evidence, apart from the matching mate bites, which I will wear proudly. Satisfaction fills me, and I find I’m unable to stop smiling. We may not be fully perfect or forgiven, but I know we will be okay. After all, matings are still relationships you have to work on. I broke my mate’s trust, and that will take time to heal, but I know only actions can prove that I’ve changed. She is giving me a chance, and I’m grateful for that.

  “I’ve only ever seen one wendigo,” I murmur. She shivers but moves closer, so I wrap my arms tighter around her. I don’t know why she’s ashamed of her animal. Wendigos may have a bad rep, and yes, they are violent, but she clearly has a good bond with hers to be able to control it so it isn’t killing and eating people. “Don’t be ashamed, amore. You have found a way to have its strengths and help tame its weaknesses. You were incredible.”

  Her eyes roll up to mine in confusion, and I can’t help but lean down and kiss her. “Did you really think I would run after I saw that?”

  “Well, kinda.”

  “Amore.” I grip her jaw and search her eyes. “There is nothing you could do that would turn me away.”

  “Not even coming home and fucking you in the blood of our enemies?” I groan, and she grins. “Or almost killing you during kinky sex?”

  “Don’t tease.” I chuckle as I pull her closer. “Do you forgive me?”

  She goes quiet for a moment, and I hold my breath. “I’ll try, plus I figure we may not make it through hunting this necromancer, so I may as well go out knowing I’ve been satisfied.” I spank her, and she giggles as she bites down on my nipple in retaliation. “I need to forgive the past,” she murmurs, but it doesn’t sound like her words. It’s almost exactly what the Librarian said as well.

  “What do you mean?”

  Sitting up, she swings her legs over mine and crouches above my waist. I grasp her hips to hold her as she stares down at me. Her hair falls across one cheek. She’s so fucking beautiful. Wild and strong, just like me.

  “You’re going to think I’m nuts—”

  “More than normal?” She punches me, making me laugh as she carries on.

  “I was in here, getting ready, when I swear I had a vision of someone.”

  I frown, and she launches into every detail while I listen carefully. She explains that’s where her wendigo came from, and that the world is in danger from this necromancer. She briefly struggles over the words but hurries on, saying we have a sacrifice to make, a big one. She seems nervous about it.

  “Amore…” I murmur when she’s done. “That sounds like a visit from the Fates, but what could she be on about?” Just then, screams fill the air, and we exchange a look.

  “Talking later, hunting now,” she murmurs as she scrambles to her feet. I can’t help but spank her ass as she rushes past me to get her weapons.

  “Pants, Remi. Make sure you wear pants,” I call as I search for my own clothes. I find them shredded and laugh.

  God, I love this woman.

  REMI

  We follow the trail of screams to the outskirts of the city where Dominic said his birds saw them. We pass an empty graveyard and have to take the last mile or two through the forest on foot. Along the way, we find clearings with more pentagrams, blood, and even a body pinned to a tree, as well as scorch marks.

  What is that woman up to?

  Whatever it is, it isn’t good. Hell, the Fates mentioned the end of the world, and Khalid trusted what I saw, which means we have to stop her before she does that. Before she kills us all. We hurry through the forest as silently as we can, but we have to skid to a halt at the edge of the tree line where they all stop, and it breaks into a clearing.

  The sky is overcast and dark, and as I watch, mist seems to roll through the forest and blanket the world, giving everything an ominous feeling. Awesome. But we have come to the right place. I spot the woman on the hill. It must be her. She has long black hair, interwoven with bones, her face is covered in blood, as is her body, and she’s wearing a black see-through dress. Following after her like puppets are hundreds of undead zombies. But surrounding her are the ones I read about—the aware servants. I can smell them from here. They are dead. The odour of rot and decay reaches me on the wind, but so does the stench of their powers. Supernaturals, a shifter for sure, but the others are overpowered by the scent of death.

  Their gazes turn our way as we step out from the tree line. Like hundreds of creepy dolls, all eyes fall on us, watching, empty.

  “Got a plan?” Khalid murmurs to me, scanning the zombies and surrounding area.

  “Never do,” I retort as I plait back my hair. “Fuck shit up, kill them, grab some burgers.”

  I shiver when all the zombies glance back at the hill. He laughs as all the zombies turn back to us. “Deal. Add in some orgasms, and I’m there with you. Fine, let’s do this, mate. Oh, fuck,” he whispers, and I follow his gaze to the woman. He must have been looking at the zombies, but now he’s gaping at her. His eyes are wide, his mouth is open, and his face is pale like he’s seen a ghost. For a moment, irrational jealousy fills me before I push it away, watching his pale, broken face… I couldn’t tell him about Lilith. I was going to before all the screams happened, and then there didn’t seem to be time.

  “Lils?” he yells and steps farther out. I try to grab him as the zombies growl and shuffle clos
er, but he shakes me off, only stopping at the foot of the hill with his head craned back, staring at her. “Lils, is that you?” he yells.

  She laughs, and he looks at me and then back to the woman. “I saw you die. How?”

  “Oh, face changer, death is never permanent. You of all people should know that,” she calls, her lips painted black and dripping blood. Her eyes…those eyes are filled with evil. This is his sister?

  I can feel the memories stretching between them, sense his pain when faced with the woman he once called family. The woman whose death ripped them apart.

  “Khalid,” I murmur as the zombies start to move, circling us, surrounding us. I pull a knife and turn to watch our backs, even as I glance over at him, but he’s too busy staring at her in shock. There is so much pain in his eyes and heart that it flows through him to me, making it hard to breathe.

  “I watched you die,” he repeats. “How? Why? How are you doing this? You were human!”

  “I was never just human, you fool,” she roars, and thunder cracks overhead as if called by her voice. “You were too dumb to realise that. I just had to play the poor little me card.”

  “Atlas, Atlas would have known—”

  “Atlas was too busy trying to resist the pull. Too busy hating himself and the chemistry between us.” She tilts her head, licking her lips as if she can taste it. “Or should I say between Lilith and him.”

  “I don’t understand,” he whispers.

  She rolls her eyes. “That much is clear. For an ancient god, you sure are stupid. I am not her. She is simply allowing me to use her body while I build my army and am restored to my former glory. We had a deal, me and your little human.” She steps closer, her eyes flicking to me with a smirk. “To save her life, to scoop her from the fires of hell, only she didn’t really know what she would be handing over in the process.” Her eyes fade to a bright blue for a moment before she snarls, “Oh, but she is so strong, still fighting it… She won’t stop what is to come. No one can stop me now. This world will be burned and belong to me once more. We shall live in darkness, the rivers will flow with blood, and the air will be filled with screams of the innocent.”