by Setta Jay
“Are you alone?” Conn asked.
“Yeah.” He was on instant alert at the Lykos’ tone.
Conn, Uri and P all ported into his living room, so he slipped the phone back in his pocket. None of them looked pleased, and he felt his shoulders tense. “What happened?”
“We found Apollo,” Uri answered.
“Is he contained?” He’d been off duty for one day and the God had been located? He’d never been out of the loop, and it really didn’t sit well with him now.
Uri shook his head. “He got away after Drake beat the fuck out of him.”
They were all silent for long minutes.
“I was able to get some of his blood,” Uri finally added. “I’ve never seen such a disjointed wreck. I’m not sure why it’s so fucked up. It’s never simple, but Alex and I were able to decipher some pretty important shit.” He paused. “Looks like the Creators cursed the God. So now, like us, he can’t harm humans without receiving the same pain back ten times. Unlike us, his curse also applies to hurting Immortals with one stipulation, he can defend himself.”
Bastian thought for a second. “So I’m guessing that means he hasn’t just been lying low to figure out all the new technology in Earth Realm. Was he suffering that truck driver’s death?” That made sense.
“Yeah,” Uri answered.
“He was drained for days after,” Uri added with a smile. The Guardians had learned long ago that killing a human wasn’t worth the repercussions. A painful death would have sapped the Deity’s energy.
Conn nodded. “He can still get others to do his dirty work, and we don’t know if he can still play Frankenstein with Immortals. I would hope the fuck that’s included in the ‘do no harm’ clause.”
P spoke a moment later. “This gives you more time with your mate. Do what you need. I’ll handle Drake while Uri gets us more clues to find the God again.”
Uri eyed him for a moment before speaking, “Apollo was also looking for specialized cuffs to use on your mate and her twin.”
Bastian stilled and every muscle tensed up as he tamped down the need to roar with fury. He remembered the God’s fucking cuffs. He wondered how these ‘special’ ones were different from the ones he’d been forced to wear. The one’s that had grown with him as he aged in the bastard God’s warrior training camps.
“He didn’t find them, so he can’t do shit. It’s possible that they were made from the same material the others were. If that’s the case, they would have been eradicated by the Creators. We can only fucking hope that’s what happened.” The male paused. “When Cynthia located the Rod, she never went into that cavern, so that leaves another possible mystery.” Cynthia was the Mageia who’d found the Rod in order to use it in a spell to locate Apollo’s stasis unit. When they’d captured her, Uri had taken her memories so they knew what she’d done in that mountain.
Bastian was getting lost in old memories at the mention of cuffs. He still remembered the heavy storms and lightning that lit the skies when the Creators had come back to the world and seen what their children had done. All the suffering the Gods had inflicted on mortals and Immortals alike. Humanity forced to offer up death and pain for the amusement of the Gods. It was a fucking hell and then there was hope. He’d never forget when the Creators destroyed the slave bracelets. The metal had slipped from his wrists, giving him his very first taste of freedom. He’d never wish those fucking things on anyone and he wanted to kill the God just for thinking of using them on Natasha and her twin.
It wouldn’t have upset Bastian if Drake had finished the bastard off. “So what happened with Drake?”
“He completely lost it. Sirena had to talk him down.” P growled.
“What happens now?”
“I’m going to keep watching Drake,” P said. “Until he gets his shit together, I’m going to be all over him.” P didn’t seem pleased about that.
“I need to get back to Alex and keep running through the God’s memories,” Uri said with a hard stare. Bastian didn’t envy his brother that power. “Hopefully we’ll find a fucking clue that leads to the bastard.”
“We’ll call if we find anything else.” Uri had no sooner gotten the words out before they all ported away.
He stood for a second. The need to get to his mate was stronger than ever. Her presence did something to ease him even with the frenzy riding them. But that seemed to be the case with all of his mated brothers; he’d seen the change come over them.
Are you alone? He had to get to Natasha, see her… hold her and know that she was safe. It didn’t matter that the God couldn’t technically do any harm. The bastard was still powerful, and smart. Of course he’d want his mate and her twin if he could find a way to control them. Bastian hoped the God decided to avoid the hell out of them since he had no way to cage them. But how long would it be before Apollo found an alternative?
Yes. Her mental voice was seductive as hell.
Bastian ported through the club’s wards, already checking his surroundings, to find himself in a big private office before he was even fully formed. He didn’t get a second to enjoy how beautiful she looked in another short black dress before her arms were around his neck, yanking him down for a kiss. Some seductive melody flowed around them as their tongues tangled.
She moaned the second he took over the kiss and he pulled her tighter to his hips, reveling in how perfect she felt in his arms. How sweet her lips tasted.
I need, she whispered in his mind.
What do you need, Psihi Mou? Tell me, he demanded.
I need you inside me.
He felt her tremble against him and he pulled up the back of her dress, finding her naked beneath the flimsy material. He growled against her lips as he sent his fingers trailing down her bare ass to the soaking folds of her pussy. She’d gotten so needy he could feel it even on the tops of her thighs.
He groaned and felt another shiver run through her body. He broke the kiss to look down at her beautiful face. Her thoughts were of need, of aching blinding desire.
He frowned. “Why the hell didn’t you call for me?” Bastian demanded as he ran a thumb over her flushed cheek. Her eyes were glassy and her lips were swollen and sexy from his kiss. She was so damned close to the edge he barely took the time to toss the suit jacket and shirt away, happy he hadn’t worn a tie.
Her gorgeous eyes greedily watched as he partially undressed. Without looking away from what he was doing she unzipped the side of her dress and tossed it over the couch in front of them.
Within seconds his sexy mate spun and bent over the back of a couch. He growled low, nearly losing his mind at the sight of her beautiful ass lifted and offered up to him. Her long legs spread so he could see every inch of her exposed pussy all coated in her juices.
“Please.” She whimpered and the breathy word was enough to send him close to the edge. Her mind was a jumbled mass of needy entreaties as he unzipped his pants to set his cock free.
He didn’t wait, not when she was this close to pain. He slammed in deep and felt her climax instantly pulsing around his cock. He groaned hard, wanting to spank her for allowing it to get this far.
She cried out but kept pushing back for more. He gripped her hips and thrust hard and fast, controlling every movement to get all the way inside and hit her just where she needed him most.
What the fuck had happened while he’d been away from her thoughts? His eyes lifted to the big tinted glass wall that held the view of the stage below. A spotlight shone on a couple fucking, the female tied and spread for her Dom, and he bit back a snarl.
“Give me your hair,” he demanded, and she lifted shaky hands to pull her long dark hair back from her face.
He wrapped it around his fist as he continued to slide in and out of all those slick juices. He pulled her hair back, forcing her neck to lift so that she was facing the show before demanding, “Were you watching them?”
“Yes.” She moaned.
“Were you imagining me fucking you like
that?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“And you didn’t call me to you?” He smacked her ass and slammed harder into her fluttering channel.
“I thought I could wait,” she countered breathlessly.
“And will you wait again?”
“No.” She seemed to struggle for the word.
“Good.” He didn’t like the idea of her being in painful need and left on her own.
He smacked her ass again, still not happy, but also to see her dark skin flush a beautiful rose. “Watch them and tell me what you see.”
She sucked in a harsh breath as she pushed and wiggled for more. She was so damned beautiful like this. “She’s spread and so wet, but she knows he’ll give her what she needs.”
“Can anyone see through the window if they look up?” It was tinted and he doubted she’d set it up so anyone could see into her private space, but he wanted to be sure.
He thrust once more, enjoying the noises she made, the way she gripped him so tight.
“They see a mirror.” She breathed out.
He ported them to the glass and he sucked in air at how fucking torturous it had been. Her own throaty cries echoed in the room as she tightened around him again. The sensation of them becoming one had sent things spiraling out of control. He lifted her back to his chest, still impaled in her as he moved to see just how many times he could make her come around him.
He pulled her wrists together at her back, pressing her gorgeous tits to the window as she cried out again. His mate wasn’t done. She still needed more; he could feel it, could hear it in her thoughts.
“Is it what he’s doing to her or the fact that they have an audience, Psihi Mou?” he whispered into her ear. He bent his thighs to thrust up higher as she clamped down on him.
Her thoughts were everywhere. Trying to answer while he gave her what she so desperately needed was difficult for her, but it was important that he knew what she needed most. He had to know.
“What he’s doing,” she admitted.
“Good. Because I will bind you, Natasha.”
He released her hands and moved so he could give her a better angle. Her forehead touched the glass as she bent at the waist, splaying her hands on either side of her head.
He thrust hard and fast until she was screaming and crying out all over again. Her body trembled in his hold as she sucked him in. Her tight grip wrenched a deep groan from him as he let go and flooded her with come.
She was so damned perfect. Held him so snug inside her that he never wanted to leave again.
“I don’t think I can walk,” she murmured, her breath fogging the glass.
He pulled up his slacks and lifted her into his arms, smiling.
Chapter 21
Paris, Earth Realm
Tasha was a shuddering wreck. She wasn’t sure how it could just keep getting better, more intense, hotter, but it did.
She was so happy the room was soundproof. She’d actually screamed her last climax and not cared.
It also helped that her sister was gone, because if anyone would have heard it, it would have been her twin.
“Is there any place to clean up?” he asked when he turned them into the room. She rested her head on his shoulder and just let it happen. His pants were pulled up but not buttoned, and she felt the material slide against her ass.
“There’s a bathroom,” she said and pointed to the hall to the left of her desk as he headed in that direction. When he set her down on the edge of the sink, she looked at him. He was gorgeous and it seemed he’d dressed up for their night. Her eyes lowered as her lips hinted at a smile. So much had happened and the frenzy was driving her insane, but it was really sweet that he made this effort when they were already linked together.
“Why does that happen when you port with me?” That blending was not normal. She and her twin had ported each other and never combined into one being. Thank God.
“It has to do with the frenzy. Another way to demand we finish it.”
She nodded and waited as he cleaned her. It was becoming his habit and she didn’t even think, she just spread for his gentle ministrations.
“What are we doing tonight?” she asked. She had more questions, but she wanted to enjoy herself too.
“Where do you take a female who can go anywhere?” His smile was just a hint of curved lips. Sexy as hell.
She found herself amused and pleased. “What did you decide?”
His eyes flickered. “You’ll see soon enough.”
She took another towel and flipped on the faucet as he eyed her. She unzipped his pants and slid the cloth over his semi-erect cock, enjoying the moment.
His breath hissed out. “If you’re going to clean me, you’ll do it with your tongue, Natasha.”
Her body heated all over again. He was already hard against the material and she dropped it to the ground before sliding off the counter until her breasts touched his bare chest. She leaned in and inhaled his scent before nuzzling his neck, kissing the hard tendons there before he took a step back.
“On your knees,” he demanded slowly and she sucked in a breath. Just those words alone made her wet.
She gracefully dropped to the floor and lifted her hands.
“No hands. Put them behind your back,” he demanded, and she slowly complied, loving the way he watched her every move.
His muscles were pulled tight as he fisted his cock, bringing it to her lips. She opened and he pushed inside. “Lick it.”
She moaned.
She thought she’d die with how hot and good he tasted on her tongue.
“Keep me wet while I use your sweet mouth, Psihi Mou.”
She clenched her thighs, her pussy aching with need as she rolled her tongue and sucked him in.
“Harder,” he growled as his other hand fisted in her hair.
He used her mouth and she loved every second of it. He was demanding and exacting, telling her every way she wanted her to get him off until she was moaning and writhing while come jetted down her throat in warm ropes of pleasure.
He pulled her up onto the counter and slammed two fingers inside her. “Good girl. Now ride my hand,” he demanded and pulled her hair back so her throat was exposed as he fingered her to another screaming orgasm that sent her reeling into space.
Chapter 22
Heaven Realm
Tasha thought she’d come out of her skin by the time they reformed. She was panting, it didn’t matter how many times she’d come. “No more porting together.” She felt like her legs might not hold her as she stepped away.
He looked just as affected, but she noticed his lips twitching. “That wasn’t a joke. I can’t take another one. We’ll end up doing nothing but having sex.”
She saw his grin widen as she turned away from how blindingly gorgeous he was when he smiled.
Warm winds whipped over her skin and caressed her as the sun glinted through a shimmering blue dome that covered the miles of mountain to a valley below. “Is this what I felt us going through in the end?” She’d felt a pull on her cells. Nothing painful, but she’d known the difference.
“Yes.”
The flickering lights of the souls were soothing to watch, almost like a sea of fireflies. She hadn’t been here in centuries, and though she knew by her internal GPS exactly where he’d taken her, she didn’t remember ever having seen this. “It’s beautiful,” she said as she looked out at the lake and fountain of incoming souls there in the Realm of Pure Souls. He’d taken her to Heaven and the romantic gesture wasn’t lost on her. She glanced up at him while he gazed out at the souls, ever the watchful Guardian.
“Is the dome to keep them in?” she asked, confused.
“It is,” he replied. Was there a hint of steeliness to his tone? He looked down at her before pulling her into his side. She leaned her head against him and enjoyed the sunlight on her face, the beautiful view of the lake and the river that twined down to the sea beyond. Peace flowed over and around her in a dance.
“Why contain them?” she finally asked. She seemed to remember the souls flitting around everywhere when she and Nastia had once ventured there.
“We have to protect them from Hell beast attacks. There aren’t enough of us to patrol a bigger space here.” He didn’t sound pleased.
She frowned at him. “Hell creatures can harm souls?”
“Yes, they’re capable of snuffing them out completely, and some can infuse them with darkness before they can be reborn.”
“The Tria?” Another enemy Apollo had taught them about, triplets born of an incestuous relationship between Ares and Artemis. They were supposedly pure evil and imprisoned in Hell Realm.
“Yes. They can send their beasts here and to Tetartos, so we use spelled domes to protect what we can and patrol as well. In Tetartos, Immortal warriors guard the cities from attacks.”
He kissed her hair after a moment. “This isn’t our destination, Psihi Mou.”
She lifted her head, still uncomfortable with how being in his arms could feel so right. They didn’t know each other, didn’t even fully trust the other, but his touch felt soothing and perfect making her ache for nothing more than to stay there forever.
His eyes warmed as he looked down at her and she wondered if it was the same for him. He lifted her into his arms and carried her down the hill, and this time she wouldn’t say a word, high heels were not nature wear.
“Why did you dress up?” she asked, loving the way he looked in the sleek black suit with his hair down and that sexy Adam’s apple exposed by his dress shirt. It was just begging for her lips, her tongue.
He looked down at her and smiled as he made it around a curve and into a tunnel. “Because I’m courting my mate.”
Melting. She was melting. “That’s sweet considering I’m a sure thing at this point,” she mused as she leaned her head against his chest and glanced at the walls flecked with blue and green fluorescent rock that softly lit the cool tunnel.
She heard a soft hum as they descended and her ears perked up. Her head lifted and she looked again into the winding tunnel. There was a soft tune in the air and she loved it. She wondered what was making the sound. “What is that?”
