“No. Not yet.” He flashes before the huge bed, flings me onto the cloudlike mattress, and stands there, his chest heaving with each breath.
He rips off his shirt. For the first time in my life, I’m rendered speechless. I knew he was built, but the definition of his muscles is awe-inspiring.
The dips. The curves. The grooves and valleys of those pecs and the abs, and—
Holy shit, merciful gods of body art . . . the tattoo.
That fucking tattoo. The one that covers his entire left shoulder and swirls down towards his elbow. It’s an intricate, black tribal design that looks like it was lovingly carved into his skin.
It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful. Too beautiful.
At some point before bringing me in here, he tucked his cock back into his jeans but didn’t button them. I see his groin through the parted jeans and the beginning of his dick.
Inside the jeans, it’s fully swollen, so hard it looks like he never came.
Fuck, I need him.
Dyletri slowly crawls onto the bed, his pupils the only spot of color in his now white eyes. A strand of his hair falls over his brow, making the dangerous-looking god somehow seem boyish. His shoulders tense and release as he crawls towards me.
“Come here.” His hands latch onto the waistband of my pants.
My head falls back as he drags my body down the bed and pulls me under him. My legs open instinctively, making room for him. He stops all movement as soon as he has me right where he wants me.
He cups my face, gaze locked on mine. “You’re so beautiful, girl. Just looking at you drives me wild.”
That new, demonic half of his voice has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
Dyletri’s expression makes me arch into him, makes me want to believe him. His thumb caresses my lips. I open my mouth and tilt my head, sucking the digit right in. A shock of power shoots into my mouth, almost as if I’ve put my tongue into an electrical socket.
I love every bit of it. Sighing around his thumb, I suck it in deeper.
“You think I don’t know what you really want to suck on?” Dyletri moans, baring his teeth. I bite down on his flesh, my stare frozen on his large canines.
I have no right to his blood, but I want it inside me. Fuck, that’s what the burning agony in my soul has been all this time. Hunger.
Thirst.
Need.
For his dick, his cum, his blood.
That should scare me. In reality, I’m too far gone for that shit.
His thumb slips out of my mouth, and I pout, a hungry mewl leaving me. Dyletri lifts my head and lowers himself onto me.
His lips stop a mere breath away, his exhalations leaking in between my lips and sliding over my tongue.
He’s going to kiss me.
I’ve never been kissed before.
I’ve never done any of this before.
Dyletri senses my hesitation, and he pauses. His brow furrows as he stares at me.
In that moment I want to kick myself for being such an idiot. I’m afraid that what I’m about to say will turn him off.
“I—I’ve never . . . I don’t know how,” I whisper, dropping my gaze to his lips.
He lowers his head and places a gentle kiss to my cheek. A spark of energy pulses through every cell of my skin.
“I know.” Another kiss closer to my mouth. And another. And yet another. “I’m dying to be the first one to show you . . . dying to be the first one to eat your pussy. First male to fuck you.”
He thrusts against me as he speaks, licking the corner of my lips while he talks about tasting me.
My lips part with a moan. “Dyletri.” His name. It’s all I can say. It’s all that matters right now.
His lips land on mine, and a groan escapes him. I’m not sure who opens first, but I suck in his bottom lip, pulling it between my teeth. With heavy-lidded eyes, I watch his lip curl. Another growl leaves him, and his incisors grow even longer.
Then his hold on my jaw becomes almost brutal, forcing me open. His tongue slides in, moving against mine. Hotter than any other part of him. Sinuous and sinful in every way.
All lingering uncertainty flies right out the window. Our breaths and moans mix as my tongue connects with his.
Amazing. The way his tongue tastes is nothing short of sexual. I’ve never had sex, of course, but my body recognizes the taste of him.
Dyletri thrusts against me, over and over, his dick pressed right where I need it. His tongue mimics the movement of his hips, and I tighten my legs around him to pull him close.
Every moan out of his mouth is like a bolt straight between my legs. Every rock of his hips is answered by one of my own. My hands trace every muscle on his back, fondle every ridge.
So much power.
I can feel him holding back. It’s probably because I’m human and he has the power to break me.
I want him to. God I’m such a sick fuck, but I need him to break me. I’m dying for him to just slam into me with everything he has until there’s nothing left of me.
One elongated tooth stings my lower lip when he gives me a gentle bite.
The thought of him tasting my blood sends me into a frenzy. I rock my hips under him. My nails dig into unyielding flesh. I start coming—
Until he pulls away. Again.
“Dyletri.” A growl rumbles behind my words, warping my voice.
He laughs darkly, looking way too amused for my liking.
“I swear to fucking God—”
He fists my tank top right above my breast. “I am your fucking god!”
Oh . . . oh my . . .
“You’re not coming until I let you, got it?”
I all but salute him. My neck burns like Lucifer’s hell, but I ignore it, not wanting anything to ruin the moment. I use what little concentration I have to stop the mark from showing.
Then my pants are gone. Just gone.
My boots, too.
All I’m left with is my tank top, bra, and pink lace boy shorts.
And the dangerous, grunting beast on top of me.
He’s staring at the spot right between my legs, his fists hard against the mattress, his nostrils flaring with each inhalation.
The look in his eyes is unmistakable.
Neither of us is leaving this room until he fucks me.
CHAPTER 13
ISMINI
I ’m going to die. There’s no way I’ll survive this. I feel how wet I am, how needy. How much wetter I’m getting from simply staring at him. Sliding my hands from his back to his biceps, I grab on and thrust my hips up towards him.
Dyletri rises up on his knees. “The way you smell is unbelievable.”
His fingers circle around my thighs, his grip harsh. I know I’ll be bruised in the morning, and I love it. My head falls back at the thought of him leaving marks on every inch of my body.
Jesus, I have no idea what’s happening to me. I can’t believe the brutality of the thoughts going through my head.
“I need to feel you when you come,” Dyletri says, one hand landing on my abs and grazing me as his finger slides lower.
I whimper, my back curving. “Oh God.”
All of a sudden, my panties go the way of my pants, and I choke on a harsh gasp as the air hits my sensitive flesh. In a brief moment, I thank God for Evesse, who convinced me to get waxed a few days after buying the bullet.
She was right about it making me more sensitive, but it’s agony to feel Dyletri’s power caressing my swollen, exposed, bare flesh.
“By the gods . . . never . . . fucking beautiful cunt . . . too much . . .”
The God of Lust, who’s probably seen millions of pussies back in his day, has lost his ability to speak at the sight of mine.
Dyletri’s rambling trails off as his fingers slide lower. I raise my head to watch and moan brokenly as he brushes over my mound.
He bites his full lip, mumbling as his fingers move lower. “I can’t wait to feel you clenching around my cock.”
He inhales raggedly right before he lightly flicks my clit.
My entire body jackknifes off the bed like I’ve been catapulted. “Dyletri!”
“Yessss,” he hisses, his finger sliding around my soaked flesh.
My legs thrash on either side of him and my fingers dig into the covers. I circle my hips, trying my hardest to keep my eyes open so I can watch him. Watch the way he’s staring at me, his gaze dangerous.
“God, yes. Yes, please, Dyletri!”
“Say it. Say my name.” His demand is a low, demonic rumble, his voice deep and satisfied.
I spread my legs wider, giving him more room. “Dyletri! Oh, baby . . .”
“I love the way you sound.” His upper lip curls again, exposing those huge canines of his. “You want me inside you, don’t you?” He tilts his head and throws me a playful, cocky look.
I can only nod, beyond the point of speaking. Two of his fingers slide down my slit, rubbing lightly and circling. Raw pleasure shoots through me.
“The things I plan on doing to you.”
I struggle to keep my eyes on him. Don’t want to miss one moment of what’s happening. I want to remember this forever, until the day I die.
Dyletri continues to tease me, his fingers pressing into my clit. Out of nowhere, the tingle of power coming off him explodes into pulsations.
“Dyletri!” Oh God, he’s doing it on purpose and I can’t take it. I’m so slick I hear it as he plays with my pussy.
“Fuck! The way you respond to me.”
My tank top and bra disappear, and for the first time in my life, I’m fully naked before someone.
The moment his eyes fall on my breasts, Dyletri lowers himself onto me, a snarl ripping out of him. Another shock of energy goes through me, pushing me closer to the edge.
Time seems to move in slow motion. The fingers of one hand tease my entrance while the other cups my breast and holds it to his mouth. As he opens his lips over my nipple, all I can think about is how sexy his profile is. How dangerous those teeth look.
Then, he wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks me in. My head thrashes back and forth, my body arching and begging and empty. So empty. I need him so badly.
I mewl and cup his head to me, letting my fingers get lost in his soft hair. “Please . . . please, I need you inside me.”
Dyletri’s teeth come down gently around my nipple, his expression vicious as he curses around my tit. It’s obvious he’s fighting to hold his strength back even as his finger begins pressing into me, invading me in a way nothing ever has.
Not even the bullet.
It’s unlike any pleasure I’ve ever given myself; there are no words for how this feels. The slight sting, the pulses of energy, the power that slips into me at the same time his finger does . . .
I grind my teeth together, trying to hold back my orgasm. “Oh God. I’m going to—”
“Come for me, little one. I can smell how close you are. Let me feel you,” Dyletri murmurs, switching to my other nipple. He pulls his finger all the way out before slowly thrusting it back in. Then he does it once more. And again. By the third pass, I can’t hold back.
His name is ripped out of me on a scream. “Dyletri!”
My pussy swells, throbbing around his finger. It takes just one more thrust of that long digit. One more lick around my nipple.
And him. Him groaning out my name in that dangerous, demon-like voice. “Ismini . . .”
“Oh fuck!” I gasp as my vision turns white and my heartbeat falters, all the blood in my body seeming to explode inside my clit.
Wave after wave of pleasure singes every nerve. Above the roar of my own pulse, I hear the frenzied sounds of us moaning together. It heightens my pleasure, sending another round of pulsations over me.
By the time the orgasm retreats, I’m gasping for breath and holding on to Dyletri with every bit of strength I have. He strains against me, his finger sliding in and out my throbbing pussy.
“Jesus,” I whisper, feeling my body winding up once more. “Dyletri . . . I . . .”
He groans as he licks his way up my neck, finishing my sentence and echoing my thoughts. “Need you.” He sucks softly on my neck.
“Just fuck me. Now. Please. No more waiting.”
“That’s right, baby girl. I’m not done with you,” Dyletri says, his voice hot against my ear. Before I can respond, he flashes us higher up on the bed.
He flips us over so I’m on top, my breasts pressed against his chest. Having a man that big under me sends a shudder through my system. My heart skips a beat as Dyletri cups my face and moves me closer.
His eyelashes are black; the only part of his body that has hair that color. They’re long, and the way they frame those white eyes is destructive. Everything about him is.
“Come here.”
And he kisses me, his tongue sinuously sliding into my mouth.
I might be a virgin, but there’s no mistaking the way he’s thrusting his tongue into my mouth. No mistaking what the suggestive movement means, nor ignoring how he moves the rest of his body against me, his jeans rubbing against my core.
I suck on his tongue, pressing myself down against the massive, hard ridge that’s throbbing beneath me. I’m lost in how he’s making me feel. So much so that I almost miss the sense of unease that tingles down my spine.
I don’t know what it is. I can’t pinpoint how my consciousness picks up on the fact that something’s off.
Perhaps it’s the fact that, as he lovingly caresses my face, I realize he’s one-hundred percent here with me. He doesn’t seem the slightest bit reserved about what we’re doing.
Doesn’t seem to be thinking about the woman he loves at all.
I suppose it’s the first time I’ve experienced what most higher beings experience acutely and what humans often attribute to intuition—a whispering of universal knowledge that takes me by surprise and shocks me away from him.
Well, my face, at least. One of Dyletri’s hands wraps around my lower back and holds me to him. He tries to bring my mouth back to his when I move away from him, but I don’t let him.
He can force me if he wants to, but we both know he’ll snap me in half if he even tries.
His white eyes stare into mine without any reservations. Only hunger. Need. And something else I can’t define. Something my brain refuses to admit.
“Dyletri?” I inhale sharply when he presses against me again.
“Ismini.” My name leaves his lips right as his pants disappear into thin air.
“Fuck, Dyletri. Wait . . . are you alright?”
I manage to slide down his legs, trying to avoid touching his cock with my pussy, but my lower abs aren’t so lucky.
Fuck, he’s so hot and hard.
“Get back up here and let me fuck you, little one.” He thrusts his cock along my skin.
I tremble and claw at his shoulders. God help me, he’s really big.
Dyletri practically snarls at me for disobeying him. “Ismini, come here.” Every vein on his body bulges. Each one has tiny sparks of light flowing through them—even the tiny veins in his eyes.
“You . . . oh God, you . . . your powers . . . pushed them back. Locked them inside you.”
Those two voices.
His lack of control.
He’s waited fourteen-thousand-years without sex because he was waiting for Dimithinia.
His sudden need for me, so out of character with his feelings for her.
It’s not him. It’s not him.
I try to ignore the fact that he’s still thrusting that delicious-feeling cock against my abs. Try to ignore how his hands slide down my back to cup my ass so he can lift me higher. “You locked your powers inside you . . . wait. Wait! Dyletri! You’re not thinking straight—”
“Yes. I. Am.” Dyletri bares his teeth.
“Dyletri!” I push harder against his chest. “Is . . . is that even you?”
He freezes.
Fuck, we both do.
; “Ismini, please. You’re right. But I need this . . . you. God, girl. I need you.”
My mouth falls open and my heart races at his admission.
For a long moment, neither of us move as we stare into each other’s eyes. The way he looks at me, the desperate hunger in his gaze . . .
I shudder, needing to give into him but knowing it’s not the right thing to do.
“Ismini.” He moans, arching sensuously under me and dragging me higher, his throbbing cock sliding between my lower lips. “Fuck, baby, please. We need you.”
CHAPTER 14
– Enzyria
IANTHEN, GOD OF THE HUNT
I ’m trapped.
Trapped in a dream I can’t escape.
Trapped by burgundy hair and baby blue eyes.
Trapped by my need to feel those perfect lips wrapped around my dick.
“Who are you?”
Ah, fuck. Now I’m trapped by her voice, too.
“Human, I don’t answer the questions here. You do.”
All around us is a fogged replica of streets on Earth. As I focus on the blurry buildings, I recognize it as a part of Queens in New York.
“Excuse me?” A haughty, round-curved eyebrow rises and the human female gives me the most disdainful look I’ve ever seen. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“God of the Hunt, baby, so my existence trumps yours any day. Now shush.”
The indignation in her eyes makes my cock hungrier.
Gods damn it, I want to bury myself balls deep in this human female and she’s staring at me like I’m the most distasteful thing in the entirety of existence.
“I beg your fucking pardon.”
Her feisty little attitude makes her even more luscious.
I gotta be honest about this one: everything about her is making me want to rut like a wild animal. My wolf wants her on her knees, that plump ass in my hands while I pound her full of my cum.
As if her frail human body would survive such a fucking from me.
I stop looking around long enough to eye-fuck her. Yeah, I’m blatant about it. No, I don’t care if she likes it or not.
I’m going to have to fuck at least ten females back to back to get this one perfect female out of my mind. The least she can do is let me take in my fill.
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