by Knight
“They govern all the races,” he says snottily, with an applied ‘duh’ tacked on the end. Rolling my eyes, I turn and straddle Nos’ lap, ignoring the grumpy man cooking behind me.
“Okay, tell me about the council,” I address Nos, smiling at him as he leans back and his hands come up and frame my hips.
“Like the Fallen said, they govern all the races. They are a mixture of species and tend to be the strongest of all. Each race also has their own ruling body, but all must answer to the council. They rule everything, well, in this country at least. There are three councils in total. The eastern council, the western council…”
“And the other?” I press.
“Pray you never meet the other,” Griffin mutters, making me throw him a look over my shoulder.
“Why?”
“They are the sleeping council, they rule over all. Each council member was voted into one of the five seats of the lords. Their word is law. Only one is ever awake at a time, the rest sleep, saving their powers until their reign. They are the stuff of nightmares and lore. Even older than Griffin and me combined. They have seen the rise and fall of empires, and they endure. They make sure our world, our lives, remain hidden. Even the other two councils must answer to them,” Nos explains.
“Okay, but you’re old. Older than I can probably even guess, and I can feel the power running through you, you are a god, for fuck’s sake. Why aren’t you part of the council?”
Griffin snorts and the sound of sizzling reaches my ears as a tasty aroma of fried chicken and veg makes my stomach growl.
“I have been asked before,” Nos comments, as his hands find the bare skin of my thighs where my dress has ridden up and stroking, making me shiver. Will there ever be a moment I don’t crave this monster? I’m constantly drawn to him, aware when he’s near and when we touch...it’s like fireworks.
“You turned them down?” I ask, tilting my head in confusion. The way Nos and Griffin spoke makes it seem like they wouldn’t be the type of people to take rejection well.
“Yes, in a sense. I am a different kind of monster. I am not merely a shifter or a made creature like vamps, or born of nature like the fae...I am other.”
“Fate Chosen,” Griffin spits, making Nos sigh and nod.
“I was chosen, it is true. They call us mystics, where only one of us occur in the world. For example, the gods or monsters you read about are Fate Chosen. For there is only one of us, ever. Therefore, I simply could not sit on the council. It would not be proper, I have no people to govern and I never wanted to. I hate politics, it’s why I live in nature. It might be brutal and bloody, but it is consistent and honest.”
I guess I could understand that. Leaning forward, I peck his lips in thanks for explaining. “So the council?” I prompt, getting back on track.
“Are not people you want to fuck with, vasculo. Every legacy, lore, and monster in this world is theirs to call and control. They are the law and you do not fuck with them, ever. To deny them...” Griffin shakes his head and I turn in Nos’ lap to see him.
His shoulders are tense again. “Like you did,” Nos points out and Griffin freezes, then the room turns icy and it’s like the light is being sucked into the fallen. Shadows swirl and stretch out of him, filled with rage and hate, before he sucks in a breath and they disappear just as easily as they came, but I shiver from the memory.
“You denied them?” I question, which is probably not the smartest move, but I don’t fear Griffin, even as much as he would like me to.
“All fallen have, that is why they are fallen,” Nos comments and Griffin spins, and his eyes flash as his bares his teeth, with a knife held in his hand and pointing at Nos.
Moving to block his view of my god, I draw his anger to me. “What are you? Angel?” I inquire softly.
“Nephilim,” he snarls, turning back to the food and giving us his back once again.
“Half human, half angel?” I muse, trying to remember the term from stories I’ve read and see in films.
“Sort of,” Nos murmurs in my ear, and I watch Griffin as he speaks. He ignores us completely, like he doesn’t care what we say, but I know that isn’t true. “Angels are naturally occurring species, and contrary to popular belief, nephilim are not the natural mix of humans and angels. They can’t biologically have children, but a long time ago one angel—”
“A crazy fucking bastard,” Griffin adds and Nos nods.
“A crazy angel, heartbroken after losing child after child, came up with a plan. He took it to the council who turned him down. He retreated to the wilderness of Siberia and built a compound there. The council thought nothing of it and left him alone in his grief and madness, but he didn’t stop his vision. He kidnapped human women from all around the world with a naturally occurring gene that he deemed necessary to carry an angel baby to term. He recruited...some angels, shall we say, and they experimented. By the time the council found out what they were doing, it was too late. Hundreds, if not thousands, of women had died in child labour but the crazy angel had done it. With help from science and some stolen fae magic, he managed to create half human, half angel babies, the nephilim. He had them of all ages, and he was training and raising them to be an army. They were brutal, unforgivable killing machines. Assassins. Warriors. All of the darkness, none of the light.”
Nos stops again and I’m entrapped in the tale. “The council raided the compounds, and they had a vamp wipe the memories of the humans they could save, and then they sent them on their way. The angels involved were sentenced to death, including the man who started it all—Gabriel.”
I suck in a breath. “What happened to the children? They were innocent,” I defend and he sighs again.
“They were, but the council still deemed them unreliable and...well, monsters. Abominations against the creator’s and fate’s vision for our lives. They were offered a choice, death or a life of slavery. Those who chose to live...they were forced into servitude under the council. Nothing more than their pet assassins and the shadows of the monsters. They are hunters. The council found a way to make them toe the line. They found that nephilim wings can be stripped and they will grow back, but it is a horrendous act, so vile most of the species balk at it. It usually strips them of their sanity and their powers until they regrow, but even then, the nephilim is never the same again...they are fallen.”
My heart skips a beat as I look at my other mate, Nos’ words still ringing in my head. They stripped him of his wings? Rage like no other bursts to life inside me and this time I feel my eyes change. They dare to hurt my mate?
“It is said, because they are not of nature, nephilim do not have mates,” Nos whispers, and it all makes sense now.
No wonder Griffin is such an asshole, he should be. He has been told his whole life that he is no more than a monster, an abomination, forced to do the bidding of others with no chance of freedom, no chance of happiness. Trying to suppress this unparalleled rage, I look around the house he brought us to. Yet, he brought us, the mate he should have never had and her other mate to his safe place. His haven.
“Dinner is ready,” he growls out, grabbing three plates and banging them onto the table without glancing at us, before grabbing the wok off the stove and laying it on the towel in the middle of the table. Only then does he look up, and he freezes when he meets my eyes.
Standing from Nos’ lap, I run my hand across the wood of the table as I walk, until I stand before Griffin, with my eyes locked on his. “I don’t pity you, you survived it. You are alive, they are not,” I say and his eyes flash in shock. “Pity is for the dead and broken, and you are neither.” I let him see the truth behind my words. I don’t think less of him for his past, in fact, I think more of him. We are alike, although he sure as hell has been through a lot more than me. He inclines his head slightly and I turn back to the table, staring at a proud looking Nos. “It smells delicious, let’s eat,” I declare.
It’s quiet while we eat, with Nos and myself on one side and Griffin on the ot
her, concentrating on his plate. The food is delicious, but the atmosphere is frosty and that’s all my fault.
As soon as he’s finished, Griffin disappears upstairs and I hear his bedroom door shut. Sighing, I clear my plate before taking all the dirty pots to the sink. Nos drops a supportive kiss on my head and as I wash them, he dries.
“Come on, Little Monster. You need to rest.” He grabs my hand and I nod, following him upstairs to the room Griffin said we could stay in. When I pass his room, I pause but I don’t bother knocking. He clearly needs some space, and that’s okay. I’m not forcing him to be my mate, and I’ll walk away if it’s easier for him.
Following Nos up the stairs, I stand in the middle of the room with my arms crossed as I study the space. I must look as lost as I feel, because Nos comes and stands before me. “Everything will work out, but that is tomorrow’s problem. Tonight, tonight is about you and me.” He kisses me softly before walking over to the fire. He crouches down and gets it going, the flames licking across the wood as he stands back up and walks over to me.
The firelight dances around the room, throwing shadows across his beautiful face as he grabs my crossed arms and drops them to my side. His fingers graze the side of my arms gently, raising goosebumps in their wake.
Circling me, he moves my hair to my other shoulder and drops a gentle kiss on the base of my neck, making me shiver again. Need pulses through me, this isn’t fast and primal. He is seducing me, showing me. My mate…he’s laying claim to me.
He grabs the zip and pulls it down gently, and the back of the dress gapes, letting in a cool breeze as he moves to face me again. Grabbing my hands in his, he lifts them in the air, and no words spoken between us.
Keeping them there, I watch as he grabs the straps of my dress and tugs them down before the fabric slides down my body, pooling on the floor around my feet. His mouth opens as his eyes watch me hungrily.
Standing there in just my tattered lace, I watch my god as he watches me. Tonight I’m all his, and it’s clear from the hunger and possession in his eyes that he intends to keep me.
His hands circle my throat and tilt my head up. Leaning down, he kisses me, hard and strong, before pulling away. He strokes down my chest, circling my waist, until he runs his hands around and cups my arse, exploring me. His warm touch makes me dart my tongue out to moisten my lips. He follows the movement, and with a groan hoists me up, holding me to the front of his body as he turns and lays me down in the middle of the big bed.
I look up at him as he stands there, just watching me, with his eyes running across every inch of my bare skin, and I start to get impatient. Cupping my own lace-covered breasts, I moan, arching into my own touch as I roll my nipples between my fingers.
My eyes fly open and I gasp when he grabs them, stilling my movements. Sucking in breaths, I watch him as he kneels on the bed next to me.
“That’s not how it’s going this time, Little Monster,” he growls, his eyes sliding to white as he watches me.
“No?” I tease, arching up, rubbing against his hands and making him growl again.
“No.”
Releasing my hands, he pulls off his shirt before grabbing them again. He yanks me up the bed and ties them together, binding them to the headboard and testing the restraint before sitting back, happy with himself.
Struggling, I pull on them. They are tight, biting into my wrists, but I could get free if I wanted to. I settle down and lay my thighs open, observing my monster.
He looks like the god he is right now, with flames dancing across his golden skin. Each line and muscle are defined, rippling as he moves over me. Lying between my parted legs, he licks up my stomach to the valley between my breasts. He circles the lace with his tongue before covering my hard nipple and sucks. The lace and his warm, wet mouth make me groan as I arch into his touch. Forgetting about my tied hands, I try to reach him to keep him clasped to me, but I can’t reach.
He lets go with a pop and moves to the other, as the now wet material sticks to my nipple while he gives the other the same treatment, before letting go and taking in his handiwork.
Stroking down my belly, he runs his hand lightly over my pussy before moving to my thigh, and stroking down my leg until he reaches my ankle. He grabs it and pulls it over his shoulder and onto his back.
Leaving wet, trailing kisses up my belly, his bottom lip catches on my skin as he lifts his head. “Did you know that in the old stories, skinwalkers take powers from blood?” he whispers and I groan again, my eyes widening as a bolt of pure lust and power shoot through me, straight to my pussy.
“They did?” I ask, breathless, my eyes locked on my god.
“Yes, you obviously feed through sex and energy, but I wonder...” He murmurs as an evil grin overtakes his face while he watches me squirm. The thought turns me on until I’m rubbing myself against his hard body for relief.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He laughs.
“Nos,” I warn, narrowing my eyes on him.
He moves up my body as his lips hover over mine. “Did you know your eyes are a mix of black and white right now? Like a star shooting through the night?” he whispers before kissing me hard, and sweeping his tongue in my mouth.
Groaning into his mouth, I chase him and when he pulls back I nip his bottom lip with my teeth in punishment, but something else guides me and I bite down until blood bursts into my mouth.
He moans, reaches out, and holds my head still. I pull back and lick my lips, enjoying the taste of copper in my mouth…and he was right, the taste of power. It tingles across my tongue.
“Blood is used in many rituals, bindings...” He whispers.
“Bindings?” I gasp.
“Not to worry, Little Monster. You are already bound to me, heart, body, and soul.” He grins again.
Raising my other leg, I wrap it around his waist and rub against him. “Change for me,” I beg.
“No,” he growls, reaching out and clenching his hand around my neck, making me gasp as my breathing is cut off. He holds me there, between pain and pleasure, while he watches me and I watch him, letting him do whatever he wants. “Not this time. This time, I am going to fuck you as a human. If you can still move after, I will change for you and you can have your monster between your thighs.”
He lets go of my neck, no doubt leaving a mark behind, but he didn’t even use a fraction of his strength, just reminding me what he’s capable of. He might be sweet, he might be my safe haven, but he’s a fucking god after all. I want it all, his sweet, his bad, his destruction. I want him to carve a path through my body until nothing’s left but blood and power.
Crawling down my body, he places a gentle kiss on my belly before nosing at the edge of my panties. His hand strokes up my thigh and I watch in fascination as he holds his fingers up, and my eyes widen as I watch them transform into claws. He swipes away the lace, ripping through it like paper. One of his razor sharp claws catches my hip bone, drawing blood, and he leans over and laves it with his tongue with his eyes still locked on mine.
“You taste like sex, power, and mine,” he growls, before licking across my hip to my pelvis. Groaning, I arch into his mouth as he licks down my pussy, parting my lips with his tongue and fingers.
I tug on my bindings and whimper as he sucks my clit before nipping it, his fingers pushing inside of me brutally with no warning, and stretching me as he pulls them out and slides them back in, curling them inside of me to find my sweet spot.
“Nos,” I cry, my thighs locking around his head to keep him there.
Raising his head, his lips parted, my juices and blood covering them and his chin, he watches me as I shake and moan before diving back in. With his fingers fucking me, he devours me with his tongue like he did the first time we met.
When he nips at my clit again I scream, fighting my bonds, as I’m thrown into an orgasm. His name is on my lips like a prayer, and I fall back to the bed as he crawls up my body and kisses me, the taste of me on his tongue.
“You should know by now, you can’t contain me,” I warn, leaning down and nipping at his chin before sitting up as much as the ties will let me.
“No,” he growls, grabbing my hips and throwing me back on the bed next to him, as both of us fight for control.
Landing between my legs, he yanks them farther apart, lines up his cock, and thrusts in, making me yell as I arch up, unsure if I’m fighting to get closer, or farther away.
His hand hits the headboard when he starts moving, his hips rolling with every hard thrust, showing me how strong he is, but he’s still holding back.
“Fuck me, I want it all,” I moan.
“You are going to have it, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he growls, raising one of my legs as he starts to hammer into me. He picks up speed until he is almost a blur and his grip is bruising as he spears me on his big cock.
“Yes!” I yell, pushing down as much as I can to meet his thrusts, my body shaking with every strong touch.
Breasts bouncing with his thrusts, my eyes roll back in my head as he drags the head of his cock over that spot inside of me before bumping my cervix.
“Nos, please,” I beg.
Pulling out, he impales me on his cock, his balls slapping my skin as he reaches down and flicks my clit, making me scream again as I’m thrown into a second orgasm and he follows, my pussy milking him as he explodes inside of me.
Whimpering, I toss my head when it gets to be too much, the pleasure still cresting with aftershocks every time we move. With a groan, he lays his sweaty head on my heaving chest.
I tug hard on my restraints and free myself, rolling my shoulders to relieve the tension before twining my fingers in his hair, stroking his head as I try to remember how to breathe, with his cock still hard in my pulsing pussy.
He lifts his head and smiles at me, all soft, his eyes still blazing white. “Little Monster.”