Blood Flows Deep (Ryze #1)

by N. Isabelle Blanco

He pulls back and stares at me lovingly. He caresses my face and kisses me, his tongue sliding into my mouth.

  “Please, baby. I need to fuck you.” His words are punctuated by three sharp throbs of his dick inside me.

  My pussy contracts viciously.

  “Say you fucking understand me, girl. I can’t—”

  “I get it. I get it. Fuck me already!”

  Our auras burst around us like the vortex he pulled me out of four days earlier. His body loses all control, those huge arms locking around me tight and holding me still for his rough fucking.

  The sound of the bed slamming against the floor is punctuated by the sound of his hips slamming roughly into me.

  I can’t breathe, let alone make a sound. Too many sensations to name barrel into me, most powerful of all hunger. My canines break into my lip and I taste blood.

  “I love this pussy. Fuck. Never felt anything . . . you’re amazing. Ismini, it’s so . . . fucking good.” His whole body rears, white light illuminating all of his veins. “I love feeling your clit swell for me.”

  “When? Goddamn it, I need to—”

  He presses his fingers hard into my clit. Thrusts into me deep, rotating his hips roughly. He sends a jolt of power out of his finger and his cock.

  “Now! Ismini, now!” His teeth pierce my neck, where his mark is.

  The sound of his powers thunders around the walls, and my cells rip apart with pleasure.

  The bed breaks, our bodies falling with it.

  Blindly, I sink my teeth into the mark on his neck.

  What happens next is beyond mere words. Beyond even symbols. My heartbeat roars, magnified by his blood. The beat of his heart echoes in my cells.

  We merge deeper than ever. Everything he feels, I feel, and vice versa. Each throb of his dick becomes a wave of my own orgasm. His emotions tangle completely with mine.

  My jaw locks around his throat. I don’t think I’m going to be able to let go anytime soon.

  Dyletri keeps drinking from me long after we stop coming. I keep drinking from him, too. This hunger’s never going to lessen or abate, I know that now.

  Dyletri eventually rolls us over. I end up on my back, still intertwined with him. Everything goes black.

  When I come to, I realize I’m licking his neck while he repeats the favor.

  He’s still hard inside me.

  “I fucking love you,” I whisper against his neck.

  “And I love you.” He chuckles softly and presses a sweet kiss to my cheek.

  I have a moment of shock as I stare up at the ceiling of the temple and see the sparks of our power still crackling on it.

  “We broke the bed. Nylicia told me to, and it happened.”

  “Figures. That fucking voyeur. But that’s okay. Let her watch. I’m nowhere near done with you, woman.” To prove it, he thrusts into me.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Very.” He licks down my jaw. “I have a lot of time to make up for. And your pussy is like crack.”

  I burst out laughing, causing my walls to shudder around him and making him hiss. “No you didn’t.”

  “What?” Dyletri pulls back and gives me the sexiest pout I’ve ever seen on a man’s face. “You don’t feel the same way about my cock?”

  “Maybe,” I breathe, spreading my legs.

  “Maybe? That’s it woman. I’m coming inside you until you’re addicted to my cum.” And he attacks my neck, his body thrusting and his teeth piercing deep again.

  EPILOGUE

  Two weeks later.

  -Renentr. Abideos—Chamber of Souls.

  CRIUS

  The darkness is normal. I’m used to it.

  Voices reach out as I pass by. That’s normal, too. They’re nothing more than whispers with no identity to me. Pleas that hold no meaning. Echoes of what once was.

  None of them mean anything to me. None ever have.

  Liar.

  I can do nothing to aid or comfort the glowing souls I watch over. They’ll either reincarnate when Fate allows, or they’ll remain here. Forever.

  Just like me.

  You comforted one of them for eons.

  I’m not fully trapped here. I can go into the world whenever I wish. I’m everything here. Pharaoh, emperor, king.

  Their motherfucking god.

  The rules that apply to my minions don’t fully apply to me.

  Breaking my connection to this place is impossible. I will always be god here whether I like it or not. But at least I’m not fully bound like them.

  I used to take great pleasure in breaking those rules, in going out into the world.

  Not anymore. Everywhere I go, an echo of her presence remains. In my home, out in the world.

  Mostly here. In the very chamber I kept her soul in for so many millennia.

  I stare at the dais were her Aristi once lay. The wolf inside me stirs, hungry. Pain stabs my groin as my cock hardens on a rush.

  Another fucking problem. Over sixteen millennia and a reconstructed body later, and the lack of sex has finally gotten to me.

  No. It’s been getting to me. Slowly. Methodically. The first two-thousand years after my rebirth, I felt nothing. Needed nothing.

  The last fourteen-thousand have been a slow, excruciating, downhill spiral into madness.

  I remember the first time the need struck. The Earth was still flooded, the water just beginning to recede. The Aristi was delivered to me, I heard her voice in my mind for the first time—

  And I lost the battle to my need to find her body.

  I did, and it had been oddly preserved despite being lost within the ocean. I pulled her from the depths, held her in my arms, and smoothed her hair away from her face.

  The howl of a monstrous creature awoke within me for the first time in two-thousand years.

  I’ve been hearing that howl ever since.

  It’s just because she’s beautiful. Any male or beast would stir for her.

  Liar.

  “Damn it.” I run a hand down my face, heading toward the one place I should be avoiding. But like a damn fish on a hook, I keep getting dragged back to that dais against my will.

  I stop before it, staring down and hating the emptiness of it now that the soul is gone.

  She’s back. Her body is gone from the resting place I kept it in. She will get to live now. Hopefully find some measure of happiness.

  No one knows how much she suffered more than I. Just like all the other souls, I heard her every thought while she was here.

  Every. Damn. Thought.

  My hands land on the sides of the dais and I fight to not thrust my agonized cock into the air.

  I won’t do it again. I refuse to fuck my fist in front of this dais.

  Like I did so many times when her soul was still here.

  While she watched.

  My back bows and darkness teases the corners of my vision. Fuuuckk. This hunger. This gods damned fire that’s threatening to consume me.

  I’m a wolf, like Ianthen, like my brothers. A spell managed to lock the needs of my Hyren side away all these years, for the most part.

  That spell’s been obliterated.

  Without it, I only have one option. The same option Ian, my brother Cyake, and all my other siblings face—fuck. Fuck on a rampage. Fuck all day, every day, as many times per day as possible.

  Fuck like the beast I truly am . . .

  Or go rabid and destroy everything with my powers.

  I won’t give in. I won’t. If I even get close to a female . . . No. That’s not an option. I will not run the risk of returning to my previous form. No female will ever have that type of power over me again.

  She does.

  She’s gone now. I can avoid her. I know I can. All I have to do is plan my moves correctly, and I won’t have to lay eyes on her again.

  And doesn’t that hurt like a bitch?

  Ridiculous. It’s not like I need her to exist.

  She’s alive now. She’s going to have a lif
e.

  Yup.

  Without Dyletri. He fell in love with the girl.

  And that matters why? It changes nothing. Why should it?

  “Oh, the Gods damn it! No, actually, damn me.”

  I freeze.

  My heart explodes.

  Rage, insanity, and violent lust incinerate my identity. I’m stripped down to nothing but the beast and its catastrophic desires.

  The voice sounds again.

  I’ve never heard it outside my mind before.

  I know instantly who it is.

  Adrenaline drenches my system. Everything that makes me an immortal male goes into overdrive.

  My teeth are bared. I’m growling so loud I have no doubt she’ll hear me. My body’s coiled tight, preparing to pounce. The dais falls apart beneath my grip.

  Don’t come in here, you fucking mouth-watering female . . .

  “Why the fuck did I volunteer to do this? Ouch! What the . . . Gods damn it, Crius. Spikes? Really? Since when? You morose . . .” She pauses a moment. “What is Cy’s favorite word? Ah, yes! Morose motherfucker . . .”

  Is she really cursing me out?

  My eyes widen dangerously.

  She’s spending time with my brother?

  Another loud growl echoes through the chamber. I’ll fucking kill him. Brother or not, primal being or not, I will destroy him for being near her.

  The Universe will collapse without him existing. My brother’s and I will suffer at the loss of him.

  And I don’t give a fuck. I will end him for being near my female.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  “Oh, yeah. Great. Smart woman. I will take him his . . . his . . . what is the damn word? Invitation. Oh, yes. I had to—just had to—bring his invitation.”

  My head turns toward the entrance of the chamber; the only part of me that does.

  The most gorgeous hellion in all of existence bursts in. Perfect. Infuriating. Made for cock.

  My cock.

  My breath screeches to a halt at the sight of her. “You shouldn’t have come here,” the creature struggling to break free snarls from within my throat.

  She ignores me. “There you are,” she growls in return, tiny hands on her hips. Brow furrowed. A pout on her face. Eyes so blue they’re difficult to stare into.

  They’re even more brilliant now that she’s alive again.

  She’s dressed in jeans. Knee-length, black boots. And a—

  It’s only been two weeks and she’s wearing a leather jacket?

  “Dim—” I choke. Completely choke. I have to clear my throat just to try again. “You need to leave. NOW.”

  Dimithinia raises her stubborn little chin and stares me down, as if she isn’t staring into the eyes of the monster that will consume her. “Why?”

  “Because if you don’t . . . I won’t let you leave until I’m balls-deep in your fucking soul.”

  NYLICIA

  “Explain to me how we’re in here right now and Crius doesn’t feel us.”

  I shrug and stare at my sister over my shoulder as she approaches. “I made sure he has a little distraction.”

  From somewhere else in the Underworld, the devil mentioned growls out, “Because if you don’t . . . I won’t let you leave until I’m balls-deep in your fucking soul.”

  My sister and I raise our eyebrows at that and she whistles low under her breath. “Distracted, indeed,” she says. “Kind of makes me wish a male would say some shit like that to me.”

  I wish I could warn her of what’s heading her way. I really do.

  As one, we turn to stare at the orb before us. The one glowing bright white with power.

  “Has Dyletri remembered?”

  I shake my head no.

  “But he’s one with Salicyar now.”

  “He doesn’t remember either. He lost everything the moment they ripped this from him and replaced it with Lust.”

  “So you’re seriously going to do this. You’re going to reawaken his original purpose?”

  Dyletri thinks I’m finished with him. That poor, poor little fool.

  “Nylicia, if you do this, we both know War will rise in the wake of Destruction.”

  I smile down at the beautiful, horrible force before me. “That’s exactly what I’m counting on, sister. Besides, Vengeance will be the first to tempt War to rise once more.”

  “I hope he forgives you.” She’s not talking about Dyletri and we both know it.

  “I hope so too.” I don’t know how I’m going to live with myself if he doesn’t.

  First look into

  Blood Stained Tranquility, the second book in the Ryze Series.

  EVESSE

  “I love this song!”

  “Cy, seriously. Don’t start this shit. Shut it.”

  Gangnam Style blasts over the speakers, and Cy takes off, straight into the “riding the pony” motion.

  “Cy, I’m serious.”

  “Don’t be a hater, Ian. Dance this shit with me. This is classic!”

  “Someone smack him.”

  “Gladly.” I walk right by Cyake and deliver the necessary blow to his head.

  “The fuck? The song is playing. I have all the right to dance it!” Cy rubs his head and glares after me. “Oh shit, girl . . .”

  I ignore that last part.

  The place is packed full of gods and beings I don’t know. Thankfully, I managed to wake up right on time for the celebration. Ismini deserves for me to be here. Dyletri does, too, but I’m still busy pretending I can’t stand his fucking face.

  Hey. He set my girl up to be sacrificed. I’m entitled to torture him a little.

  “Seriously, Eve, that dress is hot.” Lizzisi, Goddess of Light, steps in front of me and hands me a glass.

  Liz’s white dress is just as gorgeous.

  I look down at the tight, red strapless piece with the slit up the thigh. Oh, I know my dress is hot. So are the black heels.

  I picked both of them out on purpose.

  He’s not going to be here.

  “Your dress is, too.” I smile at Liz and slowly sip whatever she gave me. It’s similar to champagne, but with the kick it has, it’s definitely more than just fermented grape juice. “What is this?”

  “Laussane.” Liz slams back her glass.

  “You guys and your weird fucking language, man.” I’m amazed she managed to toss this strong-as-hell shit back like that.

  Liz smiles happily. “It’s our own version of alcohol. Just enjoy it.”

  “You trying to get me drunk, Liz?”

  She laughs, flipping her blond hair over her shoulder. Her eyes spark whenever she smiles, the lightning in her irises flashing rapidly.

  I’m no longer freaked out by it.

  Nah, not after the little sight that awaited me the first time I looked in the mirror after waking up.

  Swirls of gold, brown, and black dominate my irises now, and when I get mad, a sea of red stains my entire eyeballs.

  “Don’t tempt me, woman. I might take you up on that. Make Zen regret he was too late,” Liz says, because she’s oh so sensitive.

  That’s the one name I really don’t want to hear right now.

  “Dude, wasn’t Crius supposed to be here?” Cy stops next to us with two drinks in his hands.

  I would judge him, but Ianthen’s right behind him, and he has three.

  Sillizi, Liz’s black-haired twin and Goddess of Darkness, waltzes up to our group looking way too stunning in her midnight blue dress. “I believe I see him coming in now. Oh, baby.”

  I turn toward where she’s pointing.

  Dammmmnn. Hello, God of the Underworld.

  The big motherfucker walking in is the definition of animalism. His arrogant gait matches every other part of him.

  “Drink, bitch. Drink. He has that effect on all females,” Liz says under her breath, making another glass of lausanne appear in her hand and chugging.

  “Hey, have you seen . . . Oh, holy shit. I think I just
came,” Soleria gasps, slamming to a halt next to me.

  I hear a small growl from my left. I don’t have to look to know it’s a certain blue-haired creature—cough, Ian, cough—who’s most likely chugging all three of his drinks at once.

  Cyake waves over the black-haired guy who just walked in. “Yo! Cri! Bro, it’s been forever!”

  Crius’s silver eyes move in our direction. The God of the Underworld has no pupils, and it takes me a moment to process that.

  He doesn’t seem too happy to see his brother.

  Crius takes a couple of steps and then stops, looking startled. The way his big body jerks is freaking comical.

  Especially when I see the reason why.

  Over the last two weeks, I’ve actually grown close to the small woman headed my way. Oh, I was hostile to her when I first woke up, sure. But that lasted less than a day.

  The bitch is just too fucking lovable for anyone to hate.

  “Dimi!” It’s time to play with the God of the Underworld. I heard what he did to her the last time they saw each other. How he physically kicked her out of Renentr. “There’s your hot ass! Looking for someone to fling it at tonight?”

  Yeah, I’m loud enough to call the attention of everyone around us, but that isn’t so wrong, is it?

  Nah.

  Dimithinia stares at me with a confused look. Until she notices the individual glaring down at her with all the fury of his domain. When she sees it’s Crius, Dimi flips her long hair over her shoulder and literally sashays toward me, the slit of her dress showing off just enough leg and thigh.

  As far as displays go, I have to admit I fucking love it.

  Take that, asshole. You’re just another male idiot about to suffer for your foolishness.

  And there’ll be more of them before the night is over. There’s a reason I picked out my dress, after all. Even if he doesn’t make it, it doesn’t hurt to be prepared.

  “Fling myself at? Perhaps I am thinking about it. Are there any takers?” Dimithinia asks.

  Cy innocently raises his hand.

  The laser glare with no pupils focuses back on him.

  And cue the evil genius laugh in my head.

  True, that’s his brother, but Crius is so jealous that he’s ready to end Cyake’s life for lusting after Dimi.