We kissed some more as I lay down, lifting my legs. When it was time, G lubed me up, then himself. It was cool and made me giggle, a pretty new sensation considering it’d been a long while since anything like this had happened to a top like me.
Me submitting. Me. It didn’t feel scary at all. It felt fucking amazing.
“Are you sure, Aki?” he asked softly.
“Yes.”
With my legs up, wrapped around his buttocks, he slid into me.
“Wow!” I gasped as he filled me slowly.
“You okay?”
A bite of pain, yeah, but it soon faded. I drew in a few breaths. “Yeah, I’m good. Take it slow for it bit, okay?”
“Of course?”
He was so big but delicious. He slowly slid in and out of me, a delicate rhythm as we kissed, as I let my hands wander across his back.
We didn’t take our eyes off each other.
“Harder,” I whispered.
Animal need was flaring up. A dominant side that needed more heat.
G fulfilled that need.
His thrusts increased. My hands went to his face, running across his short black hair, tracing the cool fades he had.
I loved his hair.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, G. Fuck me.”
He went to motherfucking town.
Whoa.
He pounded me, gave it to me so hard, working us both into a frenzied sweat, stealing my breath yet making me cry out his name. His delicious dick was hitting the right spot, that one major spot. It was so intense I didn’t even think to touch myself as he fucked me. Didn’t need to.
I came hands-free, crying out, “Oh, Gabriel!” as the orgasm ripped out of me.
I never called him Gabriel.
He came next, hotness filling me up, our mouths locking together in a frantic kiss of the best passion ever.
“Holy shit,” I breathed as he rolled off me. I turned to him, resting my head on his chest. “That was amazing.”
He was panting. “So good. So, so good.”
I wasn’t done yet.
I rolled off him, standing up, cock still rock hard. “I’m gonna use that bathtub.”
The hotel room had a shower and a deep furo bathtub perfect for two randy guys who still weren’t worn out when they should be.
“Wanna join me?” I winked at him, enjoying the sight of his still-hard dick.
“Hell, yes.”
* * *
Man, he could hold his breath! G hadn’t come back up for air until I’d cum. When he surfaced, he kissed me, the now tepid water running across his lips.
“That was great, G.”
What a pair of horny fuckers we were.
“Come here.” He was leaning against the side of the tub, his right arm outstretched.
Back to my fave shoulder in the world, catching my breath from the second orgasm.
“Look at us,” I said.
“Yes.”
“Who’d have thought this would happen, eh?”
“I’m glad it did, Aki.”
“Me too.” I wrapped my arm around his stomach, cuddling closer.
“Maybe we should get to bed,” he said gently, kissing the top of my head.
“Yeah, my nuts are shriveling in this water.”
He laughed.
Heat bloomed in my chest, right where my heart was.
Alive stars.
Words were bubbling to the surface.
Alive stars.
“G?”
“Yes?”
“I lo—”
The hotel phone rang.
Shit!
“Hold that thought, Aki. It might be the plane.”
“Yeah.”
G got out of the tub, dashing to the next room. “Hello? Yes. That’s fine, sir. Yes, I will certainly tell him. Thank you. Goodbye, sir.”
He hung up, returning to the bathroom. “That was your dad. The plane’s ready. He said he will call once we’re in the air. He wants to talk to you.”
“Oh, so he does wanna chat, then?”
He didn’t say anything.
I pushed myself out of the tub, grabbed a towel. “We’d better get ready.”
“What was it you wanted to tell me, Aki?” He got to toweling himself.
The irritation of the interruption went away. The warmth was back, the words returning to the surface.
I scratched the back of my left wrist with the fingers of my right hand, hesitating. It was bad to hesitate, but sometimes you just had to give into it.
“G, I think I… No. I know I… Shit.”
“Aki—”
“No. I gotta get this out.” Deep breath. “I… I love you.”
At that moment, a violent tremor tore through the building. The windows exploded, the lights going out.
“The fuck?”
An explosion shook the room. I staggered forward, straight into G’s arms.
He wrapped me tight.
“What the hell is this?” I said.
“We need to get out of—”
Another explosion. We tumbled to the floor, still locked together as debris rained down on us.
“Fuck!”
The hotel was under attack. No prizes for guessing what grade A bitch was behind it.
“Shit!” I yelped. “Come on—”
A mega boom broke us apart, sent me flying through the dark as the walls came down.
Chapter Forty-Five
Gabriel
Darkness. A ringing in my ears, a terrible throbbing in my head.
Smoke.
So much smoke… Dust… Burning… Piercing sound… Alarm… Alarm?
Aki?
“Ak-Aki?”
“G! Oh, fuck! G! Help!
It was Aki…
Too dark, too much pain and smoke… Eyes wouldn’t open…
“They’re in here!” A woman’s voice in the distance.
“Help!” Aki again. “Fuck! G!”
My eyes were too heavy, my head swimming in a murky soup. It was too dark in this place.
Blood in my mouth…
Pain… So much pain in my head…
Moving… Rock? Something moving. Weight on my left…
“G.” His voice was a beautiful sound. “You’re gonna be okay, G.”
I passed out.
Five Hours Later…
Chapter Forty-Six
G was okay, but had suffered a nasty hit to the head, now completely out of it on the hospital bed next to mine. Lucky to not have a bleed to the brain, that we’d been rescued from the hotel quickly.
So fucking lucky.
I wanted to hold him, curl up to him, hear his voice, listen to his heartbeat away from the constant beeping of the monitor. In a strange way, though, the beeping was soothing. It meant he was alive, even if he was unconscious.
I was holding back the lava again, full of darkness, of desires for vengeance. Only minor cuts and bruises for me, no broken bones, loaded up on rage and adrenaline with nowhere to go.
The elves…
This had been the elves according to the incoming reports. For reasons I didn’t know yet, they’d attacked the hotel, killing ten staff.
I thought the elves had been my friends, even if they hated my dad.
Rebel elves?
I wanted their fucking blood.
This should’ve been the work of Mama Rita, but the SCU had found the elf bomb that’d hit the hotel. Their magic was used by transferring energy into objects—in this case, a bag of pebbles planted in the hotel’s basement by some fucking piece of shit.
Destruction…
When I was free, death was coming.
Hard.
Chapter One
A heart full of vengeance and nowhere to go.
Terrorists elves.
Great. Just what I fucking needed.
I stood at the window of Kalani Hospital in my white gown, staring at the lights of the Shinjuku City through the prism of the pale, amber crisscrossed SCU anti
-magical shields across the glass.
It was the last place I wanted to be.
The red light of the cursed moon bathed my face. In the distance was Mount Fuji as I’d never seen it before, an undying red flame, brighter than the moon, flickering at its peak. A sign that the afterlife was fixed after I’d broken King Daichi’s rule in that dead place. Now he was gone, balance restored in everything afterlife, I now held his (stolen) power of death in my katanas. Pure death, corrupted and twisted and powerful as fuck. Kill anything harder than normal. Perfect for ending moon curses. Just had to get back to London to make it happen and figure out how the hell I was getting my power on the moon. Fling it up there? Hmmm. Might need some wings for that.
Wings would be a cool idea if I wasn’t so full of murder.
A silver moon was coming in just over twenty-four hours, so much time hoovered up now. If it remained permanent, if I failed, then the werewolves would be fucked, along with the whole world. The mazoku (shadowy demon creatures) would take hold, and Mama Rita would become their queen. Not good for anyone. That’s why I had to win.
Nothing else would end the curse but the dead power.
“Fucking elves.”
Not only was there Mama Rita and the mazoku to contend with, but now the elves. An attack on the hotel I’d been waiting at with G for a plane back to London, where I’d told him I’d loved him.
The incident was under investigation. Motive unknown for the moment. Hospital under SCU lockdown—hence the anti-magic.
Shit!
It was supposed to be the beginning of a great new thing. Put the drama aside, and you had me and G reaching a good place, a new starting point. No more confusion. Our second time having sex had meant something more than primal stuff, not just about the physical, like everything was starting to make sense in a world that was so messed up. Mrs. Wallace was dead. I’d finally met my mum and now she was gone, my uncle was still missing, and I was processing the fact I was half-tenshi.
G was the thing that held me up.
I sighed. The city looked so quiet out there, no traffic moving aside from the odd blue SCU van patrolling, or a black werewolf van doing the same.
The tenshi thing didn’t really make me one of them. Just like I was half-werewolf, unable to shift, the other half of my blood had a different effect. Nothing conventional. Wolf and tenshi. It was a blend of the two bloods which made me an anomaly. Metaphysical wolves (Bob and Rose) and katanas, which sucked down energy with the new bonus of letting me use that energy for my own benefit. Only if my katanas were forged by my uncle, though. Had to be connected. Blood and blood.
Always blood.
Dangerous. Anomaly. Man, what a pair of labels. I mean, I’d wanted answers about what I was. Now I had them I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
Yeah, my head was proper full, my beliefs upside down, revelation ringing through my flesh and bones.
Ugh.
I know the tenshi made us all, apart from the elves, but I was a little, I dunno, disappointed. And they’d used me in their game to save the world. Whatever. I wasn’t gonna rant and rave about it. No point. It was the whole G thing, though, that stung. That whole them knowing I’d have to take his beta werewolf power. The more it rolled around in my head, the more it hurt.
For now, the real potent side of my anger was directed elsewhere. I was raging to get my hands on an elf. Any elf would do. Even my friends back in London—Xavier, Phi, and Melody. But no elves had been arrested yet. Raids on their tunnels had failed, and the borders to the elvish realm (Elvenrie) were sealed tight.
Drama was coming with the elves and wolves. I knew that after the shit my dad pulled with them when Mama Rita was killing werewolves in London. Fine. They weren’t happy. I totally got that. But couldn’t they let me save the world first? And why attack my hotel? Me? G? I’d always had a good relationship with the elves. Okay, sure, I didn’t know the Tokyo elves, but I wasn’t an enemy, and neither was G by association. Hell, I’d joined Xavier and the gang on many slagging-off-my-dad sessions while down in the trading tunnels buying spices from them.
Funny how life can really knee you in the balls.
They’d hurt my G.
They deserved bloody death and—
Destruction…
There it was again, a shade of something darker swimming around in my soul. It’d been getting louder every hour since leaving the dead realm.
Destruction…
Part of the danger of being me, I guess. The tenshi had called me dangerous, so had my dad. I could flip either way, apparently, being an anomaly.
Destruction…
Walking the line between sanity and going full-on vengeful.
Too fine a line.
I still needed to talk to my dad.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” I whispered, my voice lower than the soft snores coming from G in the next bed of our private room.
G. My G. Was he my G? We hadn’t become a thing. Like, no actual ‘Hey! We’re a thing!’ kind of, erm, thing. But he’d told me he loved me, and I’d told him the same. After everything—even after I took his beta werewolf power.
Then the hotel… He’d got hit on the head. Concussion and a nasty strike to the skull. Injured. Blood. Scared the shit out of me. Thought he was dead at one point.
But he was alive.
My G was alive.
Thank the tenshi.
Felt weird saying that now.
I walked away from the window, crossing the dark room to sit on his bed.
We’d been lucky to survive. After my initial seeming okay, cut up and stuff, but ready to kill, I’d blacked out for three hours.
Adrenaline crashes were a bitch.
I’d woken up two hours ago, head groggy, but feeling better as the minutes passed by.
Ten hours spent here. Seven hours traveling back from Mount Tate to Tokyo. How many spent in the hotel room? Too much time. Time was being hoovered up, and travel was too dangerous right now. Until the Tokyo wolves and the SCU could make sure flight paths were secure, there would be no launching off anywhere. Mama Rita had already attacked the city, which included Haneda Airport.
I wasn’t expecting to avoid the silver moon. I mean, I’d been told I would see it—the fourth moon. Dad had ordered a worldwide construction of iron shelters for temporary protection. They wouldn’t last, and I wasn’t expecting them to be in use long.
Ugh.
This really sucked skanky balls.
I took G’s hand in mine, turning to face him. The red moonlight cast shadows across the handsome features of his dark face, beautiful no matter if he had a thick bandage wrapped around his head. There were cuts and bruises over his body that would’ve healed by now if he was still a wolf. Gone by now. Werewolf healing was awesome, something I didn’t have myself.
Now he was human.
I’d taken his power.
No one knew what’d happened yet apart from the doctors.
What the hell was Dad gonna do when he found out? G was the beta to my dear papa—the High Alpha. Not a convo I was looking forward to.
My babies, Bob and Rose, were out in the city. I’d sent them about an hour ago when my strength had come back enough for them to go for a bigger run. Searching for Uncle Ryoka—legend and maker of katanas.
Still no trace of him.
My eyes grew hot with tears. They spilled down my cheeks, one of them dripping off my chin to land on G’s cut up knuckles.
I was like that now—a crier. Man, I’d sobbed so much lately. Talk about up and down emotions! Over at the window, I’d been seething. Now on G’s bed, I was weeping.
The way of my life now.
I lifted G’s hand, planting a gentle kiss on it. Even in hospital, knocked out and battered, he still had that Christmassy scent. It never seemed to leave him.
“Please wake up soon, yeah?” I put his hand down, spreading my five-nine and scrawny body next to his muscular six-four bulk, hanging off the bed a little.
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The heart monitor beeped a steady rhythm, his chest rose and fell in stable breaths. He was okay, just out of it, hooked up to an IV drip and a painkiller thingy with a button. Monitored. Cared for. The docs had assured me he’d wake up soon, that he was fine. He’d have the worst headache ever when he did, need pain meds for the gash on the back of his head, but he was fine. Lucky.
It wasn’t fine, though. He’d been hurt, and I couldn’t do anything for him. Only wait and listen to his breathing, snuggled close, watch him sleep.
My newly-human best buddy. My lover? My—
“I love you, G.”
* * *
Dreaming.
Me and G sat at the kitchen table in my flat on Grays Inn Road, London. Drinking coffee, eating some brownies I’d just made. Nothing complicated or raunchy. Just me and him, staring at each other across a steaming coffee pot and a mountain of sugary goodness.
I’d only loved a guy once before, and that’d, well… That’d been Colin. He was gone, and his shadow was getting the middle-finger every time it reared its ugly head.
One day I’d be really free of him. The wanker purged for good.
G had killed him.
For me.
I poured him some more coffee.
We were talking. Just being. Sometimes it was awesome just to be.
Ah. Bliss. Wasn’t real. I knew I was dreaming, but I was gonna enjoy the shit out of it while I could.
“Aki?”
Oh, he spoke.
“G?”
“Aki??”
“G?”
“Aki?”
“Erm, is this vocal tennis?”
“Aki…”
And I was back in the hospital room, blinking myself awake, my mouth dry.
Hot breath on my forehead.
Oh, yeah, I was curled up beside G. A miracle I wasn’t on the damn floor with a cracked coccyx or something.
Hot breath…
I pushed myself up, coming face to face with green eyes. Man, had I missed those eyes.
“You’re awake.” I stroked his face with the back of my hand. “You’re awake.”
With the starry eyes I had for him, I’d say he was one handsome fella no matter what. Without the filter, though, he looked dreadful. Exhausted. In pain. No denying that.
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