Sinful Gods: Paranormal Romance (Hell's Playground Series Book 2)

by Jesse Darkling

  "What kind of questions?" she asks in an uneasy tone.

  "If he knew who sired you or not."

  "How would Rowan know anything about me when even I don’t know? Does the Warden have my records? I paid a lot of money once to try to find out who my real parents are, and nothing came from it."

  "Yeah, I guess it's the same otherwise the Warden wouldn’t be asking questions unless he suspected something—" I break off.

  "What like maybe I secretly know, or Rowan’s got some hidden channels?" she asks.

  "Yeah, something like that. Rowan has connections down here." I cringe. “I wish I knew more.”

  Shaye leans forward and takes my hand. "Thank you for telling me the truth about the assassinations about the fire wolf and everything."

  I stare down at her hand in mine knowing that will never be the same as we were in high school yet hoping for a new start with her even if it is in this fucking place. She fills a hole inside me that I didn't know I had until she was gone. By the time I realized it, I was neck-deep in too much shit to involve her. But now that she's here, I find that I can't force myself to stay away nor do I want to. I rub my thumb over her knuckles, trying to find the strength to tell her what I need to.

  "Look, Shaye, I know I screwed up with us. But I will do everything in my power to protect you, to keep you safe, to let you know I will be here for you however you need me to be." Before I can finish speaking, she presses her finger to my lips.

  "We've both done things and said things in the past we wish to take back." She removes her finger, but I lift my free hand to cup her cheek she leans into my touch.

  "There's nothing we can do about the past. Through all of this, I've learned we don’t have the promise of the next moment. All we have is right here and right now. Even though we were apart, you were always a part of me. It hurt too damn much to stay away from you last time. I’m not strong enough to be able to do it again.”

  I take her in my arms and kiss her.

  She tastes like the sweetest honey, her body softening against mine. There is something so intoxicating about having her in my arms, knowing I overpowered her, yet I wanted nothing more than to not harm a hair on her body. She is delicate, delicious, and all fucking mine. My beast agrees with me... he claimed her as ours from the first time he met her. And I've claimed her as mine from when we were younger. From the first time I saw her at school, from our first kiss, from the first time I fucked her.

  I've lived with that agony long enough, and now I have every intention to make her mine, to fix what I could to show her that while I may be a monster, to her I will only ever be her savior and protector.

  Her hands combed through my hair, fisting it as she drew me closer, pulling herself closer. Those soft, perfect breasts press against my chest, and my cock twitches with desperation. With a need that drives me insane.

  I kiss her hungrily, spearing my tongue into her mouth, tasting her. I know she's just healed from a deep injury, and I should be gentle, but that's not the message she gives me.

  She moans against my mouth, her hands working my top up my stomach, finding my skin. Slowly, she curls her fingers into the elastic of my pants and slides her hand in.

  She grasps my cock, and I hiss as my erection pulses, my balls tightening with a need I can barely control.

  "Babe, you keep pushing me and I won't be able to control myself."

  "I don't want control," she whispers against my mouth. "I want to feel what we used to have, to pretend I'm not in this shit hole where I feel like I might die any day. Take it all away, Nelos. Please."

  Her soft voice breaks me. I can’t say no to her even if I tried. "Oh, babe, I want to give you the world and take you away from this hole, but I can't." I cup the sides of her face. "But I can promise you that I will do everything I can to keep you safe. I will find a way to fix everything. Trust me."

  She clings to me, her hand still on my cock, though I don't miss the flare of doubt in her eyes when I said the word, trust. How could I blame her after everything. This was on me to show her I meant every fucking word.

  Her hands work me back and forth, and I'm so fucking close to exploding. My heart rages in my chest, my blood pumping furiously. I knock her hand aside before I burst because it won't take long with how much I've missed her.

  I lean in and kiss her again, our mouths clashing, our front teeth clinging.

  "How are you feeling?" I whisper as I leave a trail of kisses across her cheek and down her neck. I take a deep inhale, smelling all of her, the sweetness that is her, the faint perspiration and beneath all that is the most delicious of scents. Her sweet slick telling me she is so turned on, so ready to be claimed.

  Her eyes are glazed over with the arousal she's drowning in, and hell but if she isn't so stunning looking this way. I relish to run my tongue over every inch of her body, and I'm barely holding onto the last threads of strength to restrain myself.

  "Whatever Rowan gave me has made me feel brand new. It's so weird that it's all gone." Her hands are under my top, and there is only so much a man can take.

  I glance over to the door, and even with it closed, anyone can look inside, but right now I don't give a fuck. I snatch my beauty and bring her against me, lifting her off her feet and spin her so she's pinned to the wall between two sets of metal shelves giving enough privacy to conceal her.

  That's all I care about.

  She's kissing me, her hands pulling up at my top and I yank it up and over my head. Her mouth is on my chest, her tongue so soft and hot, my cock is hurting with how stiff it gets. She's gently gnawing on my nipples and slips lower down my stomach, except right now I want her more than anything.

  "No, babe." I take her arm and draw her up to her feet. Despite her pouting protest, I laugh and kneel before her, dragging her pants and underwear down to her ankles where she steps out of them.

  My fingers are on her heat, the thin line of hair glistening with her wetness. Fuck me, she's soaking, and so gorgeous, her scent fogging my brain. I slide my fingers deeper, parting her lips so I can look at how pink she is, how much I've missed this.

  I can't stop myself and press my mouth to her pussy, my tongue darting out, stroking over her clit.

  Her moans drive me to push her legs apart for better reach. Her hands fist my hair, and she rocks against my face, her arousal driving me insane. I adore women who know what they want, who take it, and I bury myself between the thighs eating her out.

  What I want is to spend hours devouring her, exploring every inch of her body, worshipping her. All things I intend to do, but for now, I need to sink into her, to fuck her so hard she forgets everything but us.

  Her moans grow louder, faster and I know she's closer, I taste it, I feel it in her swollen inner lips.

  I pull back and she groans in protest, but I laugh as I get to my feet. "I love the way you taste, but right now, I can't think straight until I fuck you."

  She gives me that temptress smile, and I grab her against me, kissing her, while my hands take the back of her thighs and lift her off her feet. I guide her legs around my waist and pin her between the wall and my body.

  "Your mouth is incredible," she says, almost purring, then licks her lips.

  I push down my pants and I palm my dick, rubbing the tip along the length of her pussy. She feels like silk under me.

  Warm breaths gush from her mouth as she anticipates me taking her. Her arms grip my shoulders, bracing herself, and I love her reaction so damn much. I've never been small, but quite the opposite.

  "Stop teasing me, please."

  I smirk and plunge into her.

  She screams and I kiss her to steal the sound and not attract attention. Her fingers dig into my skin as I push deeper into her. Damn, she is so tight, so freaking tight.

  My muscles clench as I draw out and push back in deeper this time, her body melting against mine. I brace a hand under her ass and the other against the wall over her shoulder, and taking it slow just isn't
going to happen.

  I plunge into her, the slapping sound of us coming together is the best thing in the world. I can't get enough and drive into her, harder, faster. There is no limit for me when it comes to Shaye. For her, I'd go into Hell itself.

  She moans, her body jerking up and down as I pound into her. Her eyes are on mine, and her gorgeous sounds cheer me on to keep taking and taking.

  I lose myself in the sensation, breathing quicker.

  We are both riding the wave of ecstasy, and there is nowhere else I'd rather be.

  "Nelos, I'm so close."

  That pushes me, and I hold her, hammering her and she's groaning louder. She's my addiction, my everything, and there is no limit to what I'd do for her.

  She suddenly shudders in my arms, crying out her pleasure. Her pussy squeezes my cock, milking me. And I can't hold back anymore. My orgasm slams into me, ripping me to shreds as I shove into her heat one last time and stay locked in there as I burst within her, spilling my seed in her.

  We are twisted together, moaning, holding onto one another, sweating. I kiss her face all over as she rides her last wave of pleasure, take her silken lips into mine, sucking on them. Then I press my brow against her, staring into her beautiful eyes.

  "I've finally found you again and I won't be losing you again. No way in Hell," I say.

  "Nelos, you've always said things that made me go crazy for you. It's one of the many reasons I fell for you in the first place, you know.” She nibbles at my chin. “Your flirting words, you always telling me exactly what you wanted from me, to do to me."

  My heart soars at hearing her words. I sure as hell won’t get my hopes up too fast but I also know that I have no plans on losing Shaye. Not ever again.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Shaye

  The aftershocks of my orgasm shudder through me and Nelos growls, still buried inside me. I trail my hand down his sculpted chest, his body heat is scorching toward his heart compared to the rest of him. Which is strange.

  My eyes meet his stare. “Is this where the fire wolf…” Not even sure if that’s the right term for what I saw.

  “Yes,” he breaths in, leaning his forehead against mine. “He won’t harm you.”

  In truth, I’m not so sure, and with the way he looks at me, it makes me wonder if he’s just saying that.

  A bang of a metal door has me jumping while still in Nelos’ arms and he lets out a curse. I don’t want to leave this moment with him. I feel like I’m in the worst level of hell unless I’m with Nelos or Rowan or Xanth. I shake my head. Three guys? I don’t know how I’ve managed this slice of heaven in all this misery.

  Boots stomp toward us and I push away from Nelos, his slipping out of me, and we both scramble to get my prison uniform back on. My hands are shaking. But Nelos calmly pulls on his pants, then his shirt like he has all the time in the world. While my pants are tangled up inside out. Fuck!

  “Here,” Nelos whispers, taking my pants from my trembling hands and fixes them for me while I yank my ripped shirt down over me.

  I need to visit the laundry and get a replacement, adding that to my mental agenda.

  He hands me the pants and I jerk them up over my legs and a second later, Rowan comes around the corner.

  I sag against the wall in relief, but my face is still on fire.

  “There’s a group of guards headed this way. We need to leave now.” His words are rushed, and his jawline clenched as he eyes us both. He turns to leave, then glances over his shoulder back at me.

  The remorse in his eyes has my heart squeezing. I smooth my hair down and lick my dry lips. Is he upset that I had sex with Nelos? I don’t want to hurt him or even Xanth. Yet, how can I choose between the three of them? Each of them has given me hope and love in this horrible place. They are like air, water, and substance in my world. I can’t even fathom how we came together or how something like this can even work out, but that’s not something I want to think about right now.

  Nelos grabs my hand and we race after Rowan. Behind us, the heavy steps grow louder, mimicking the frantic beat of my heart. Rowan opens a metal door and pulls me inside. My hand slides from Nelos’.

  “Follow this hallway back to your cell,” Rowan says, closing the door between us.

  “Wait.” I thrust my hand onto the door, keeping it open. “What about you and Nelos?”

  “Don’t worry about us, cupcake. We’ll be fine.”

  Nelos nods. “He’s right, Shaye, I’ll see you later.”

  I look at them, my heart twisting. “Both of you better check in with me or I’m coming after you.”

  He leans forward, brushing his lips across mine briefly. Then they are both gone and the door closes, blocking my view of the hallway. I dash away with my heart in my throat. I don’t want to leave them, but my persona of the god-killer would only get the guards coming even more pissed off.

  “Hey, bitch,” a few inmates call from their cells.

  I dash ahead, ignoring the insults and shouts of god-killer. Though I can’t keep tears from pricking the back of my eyes.

  All of these prisoners in here have different levels of god DNA. Yet, their gods don’t care about them. Even before they were thrown into this rotten place. The gods only care about themselves, their egos out ruling anyone or anything else.

  And I can’t help thinking again how lucky I am not to know which one helped make me. I swipe at my eyes because I’ve learned that crying in this hellhole does nothing. I need to be smart. I need to protect myself, no matter what. Rowan had mentioned training me to fight and I should ask him to do that ASAP. I hate feeling like this. Hate feeling vulnerable and like the whole world is against me when all I’ve done has been in self-defense.

  I jog around the corner and Xanth is leaning against the wall. What is he doing here? Then I notice the trail of blood smeared behind him like someone dragged something along the cement bricks.

  My stomach sinks through me.

  “Xanth?” I rush forward, and he lifts his head to face me, his hands rising and ready for a fight. “It’s me. What happened?”

  “What are you doing here?” He straightens but winces.

  “Can you move?”

  He nods, closes his eyes for a moment and breathes heavily, then he pushes himself to stand tall. “Let’s go to my room where you won’t be spotted out of your cell.”

  I reach to help him, but he smiles.

  “I’m fine.”

  He’s a terrible liar as I can see the agony written all over his face, and he starts limping forward, and I follow in step with him. I wring my hands as we slowly make our way back to his room, knowing this isn’t the place and time to argue about his stubbornness.

  Inside his room, he flops down on the bed and sweat dots his forehead.

  “Let me get something to clean up your wounds.” I dash into his bathroom before he can argue. In the medicine cabinet, I find gauze and antibiotic cream. I also wet a few washcloths and bring them too. As I pass the sectioned wall with the cameras, I push aside the stray thoughts of why he has them in here. He’s saved my life enough for me to give him the benefit of the doubt. Now isn’t the time to confront him when I know he has had to use these cameras to help me.

  “Here we go.” I sit in front of him and wipe off his hands first. His knuckles are swollen and red and I can’t help but think he gave whoever attacked him reasons to regret it and pride swells in my chest.

  Xanth sits on the bed while I clean his hands. I move to his face, wiping at a cut over his eye that’s swollen. He hisses but doesn’t move. I quickly apply the ointment on it and blow softly over it to keep it from stinging too much.

  “Keep that up and I won’t let you leave when you’re done.” His attempt to laugh ends up in a lopsided grin which makes me smile.

  Not that I want to go anywhere. But we both know I can’t keep hiding out in his room. I’ll be missed and it’s a miracle my three cellmates haven’t ratted me out. I lightly kiss his lips, wishi
ng for so much more. “Not until I’ve got you all doctored up.”

  “This would be a whole lot easier to take if you were in a nurse costume or even naked.”

  I shake my head, holding up the next washrag, but my words are breathless. “Not helping me finish faster.”

  “All right.” His posture relaxes a fraction. “Can you make this go faster though?”

  So, Xanth didn’t like to be catered to or pitied when he was injured. I dab at a scratch on his neck. “You know, my grams often talked to me about silly stuff whenever I got hurt as she patched me up.”

  He grunts. “Why did she never tell you who your parents were?”

  A pain tightens in the front of my throat. “Foster, she wasn’t my real grandmother, but she did her best.” And it still hurts, damn it, that she hasn’t called or visited me since I accidentally killed Anubis. “Once she went on and on about how she’d recited a poem about the ocean when a mad dog confronted her. In the end, she got the animal to calm down and even let her pet him.”

  “You believe that?”

  I shrug. “She did seem to have a natural way with animals, though I never saw anything more than that. We did have all kinds of pets growing up. Three dogs, a horse, two ferrets and like every stray cat in a three-mile radius.”

  A soft smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “My dad has a dog, a three-headed one, was always fun to hide a ball in my pocket and see them fight over it yet their tail would wag faster than the speed of light.”

  I sit beside him, lacing my fingers with his. “I’d love to see that.”

  “No, you wouldn’t.” His brow pinches. “The underworld isn’t a pleasant place. Think of all the stories you’ve heard about hell and believe those are fairy tales for children. Watered-down versions. But I couldn't measure up in Dad’s eyes. Too much human in me from my mother he's often reminded me.”