“Make peace with Mavrak? Do you hear yourself? There is no controlling him. All he wants is bloodshed.”
He doesn’t know the Mavrak I once knew. He doesn’t even want to try. “Every fucker in this place has a flip side to them. A similar battle to fight. Yeah, yours is one of the worst to deal with. That doesn’t make running the answer. Don’t leave. If Ismini’s friend wakes up, you should be here.”
“I’ve been fighting this need for vengeance ever since I saw into her mind. She makes me want everything. Violence, blood, death, her. It’s too much. I’m going to hurt everyone if I don’t control it. What if I hurt her?” A single blood tear leaks out of Zeniel’s eye.
“We’re . . . Ismini and I want you here for the celebration.”
Zen scoffs. “You can’t postpone your Ziaphrite for me.”
“No. We won’t hold the actual mating ceremony. But the celebration . . . we can’t do it without you. I want to know as soon as you can come back, do you hear me?”
He smiles a bit and claps me on the shoulder. “You got it, my friend. And . . . will you let me know as soon as she wakes up?”
“Definitely.” I clap Zen’s shoulder, as well.
He steps away from me. “I’m going to be investigating into the whereabouts of those two pieces of shit, Enteax and Lisrn. Let me know if Ianthen finds them.”
“Good. I was just in contact with Zex. He’s on his way here. I told him what Ismini said about Lisrn mentioning a woman whose name starts with V-e-r.”
“We both know who that is. Vermylea.”
“Exactly.” The big sister of Maivera, Goddess of Illusions. Zexistr’s psychotic baby momma, as Cy loves to say.
Zen shakes his head. “How Zex managed to touch Maivera long enough to get her pregnant, I’ll never know.”
“She’s the Goddess of Illusions, how else? At least he’s not buying into her shit this time. He won’t just declare war on the mother of his child, but he’ll make sure she understands her place.”
“I’ll definitely stay in constant contact then. Enjoy your R’ma, my friend. And I promise to try to not stay away for too long. Don’t want to be the one holding up the party. Ian and Cy would have my fucking neck.”
I chuckle. “Thank you. And I will definitely be the first in line when it comes time for your Ziaphrite celebration.”
Zen’s demonic eyes are pensive as he stares off into space. “As if it would ever come to that.”
“It will, Zen. You got this.”
“Thanks.”
He doesn’t linger. He’s gone before I can take my next breath.
I stare at the spot where Zen was standing and send up one last silent prayer to the Universe on behalf of Evesse and Zeniel.
ISMINI
“By the gods, this is amazing!”
Yeah, smartphones are pretty cool, I agree. But Dimithinia is looking at the one in her hand like it’s the second coming of Christ.
Wait. Never mind. She lived way before him.
I can’t count how many times she’s gotten excited about the smallest of things in the last few days. We’re all going cockeyed from trying to keep up with that whirlwind.
She’s tormented and dark at times, but this new world, as she puts it, holds a shitload of wonder for her.
Something I can relate to.
In the four days since I was “reborn”, I’ve learned so much.
For example, Nylicia finally divulged why only I could be sacrificed to bring Dimithinia back.
I’m also starting to grasp why a lot of my new friends sometimes get annoyed with Nylicia. Her habit of withholding information when it’s convenient for her is quite frustrating.
The tangible Universe was born from the “big bang.” Yup. Although somebody has to come up with a better name for that shit since it isn’t just a theory and actually occurred.
Out of the explosion, not only was all matter blown forth from the Source, but also the coherent souls that would lead to every sentient creature in existence. Mortal and immortal alike. One of those souls was both me and Dimithinia.
A soul that split in two shortly thereafter.
We were once one being.
I wish that knowledge was enough to help me deal with the small spurts of rage her presence causes me due to the mating.
Evesse hasn’t woken up yet.
I miss her so much. My heart breaks every time I think of what’s happening to her. And of what’s happening to Zen.
Nylicia reassured me that she saw them both together. That she saw Evesse awake. I have to hold on to that, since I refuse to break down on my “mating” day.
Focusing on the present, I look around at the chaos around me. I’m inside Dyletri’s temple, and in front of me is a huge bed. It’s been placed where the altar usually is.
Nylicia walks by and winks saucily. “That is the altar now, babe. And you’re about to consecrate the fuck out of it. Do it for me. Remember what I said—break the bed. Please.”
My face flares red. If there’s one other thing I’ve discovered in the last few days it’s that Nylicia’s a much older replica of Eve. Perverted and insane from too many hormones.
Soleria smirks and I glare at her. “Look at her. How adorable. She already had her brains fucked right out of her head in here, and yet she still has it in her to blush.”
I glare at my glowing friend. Ever since the night of the ceFtut attack, I realized that my new powers enhanced my ability to see her powerful aura. Apparently, she hadn’t been exaggerating about being a witch.
I mean, what else could be responsible for a human like her having such a powerful aura?
Nylicia’s mum on the subject.
“Shut it, Soleria. And how the fuck do you know that?”
She doesn’t reply but her eyes dart to Nylicia.
Who’s staring off into space trying really hard to look innocent.
“Quit it, yo. That expression doesn’t suit you. At all.”
Nylicia smiles brightly at me. “Best compliment I’ve ever been given.”
A sheer dress appears in Dimithinia’s hands. It’s nothing more than a slip of shimmery, otherworldly material. I’ve never seen anything like it.
At my questioning look, she smiles. “There are many things modern man has not discovered yet that I can replicate now.” The dress disappears suddenly from her hands and ends up on my body.
Holy. Shit. This isn’t a dress. It’s a sex-outfit.
“Yeah. Like those Skullcandy headphones. I want them. Give them to me. Now.”
Dimithinia waves Soleria away, her eyes on my dress. “You are too demanding. You have the money to buy them.”
“Why the fuck would I buy them when you can ‘poof’ them into existence?” Soleria sounds truly affronted.
I can’t stop looking at my “dress”.
It’s made of two sashes that are just big enough to cover my nipples. They meet at the hips where they flare out into a see-through skirt with a huge slit up one leg.
The material truly is exquisite. Dark blue with silver threads and softer than anything I’ve ever felt.
Alright. I admit it. I’m beyond giddy wearing it.
I can’t wait to know if Dyletri likes it.
Soleria steps in front of me. “Ready?”
Dyletri should be on his way already.
A stab of need goes through me, almost knocking me off my feet. My pussy clenches so tight I’m barely able to hide my response. It doesn’t matter. They all notice anyway.
“Oh, yeah. She is.” Soleria laughs with the others.
“You’re freaky. The shit you can sense isn’t normal.”
Soleria nods and stares at Nylicia. “We’re ready now. Give us the grand reveal. Tell all these pitiful bitches how I have come to dominate their entire lives with my phenomenal, cosmic awesomeness.”
Nylicia’s appearance is straight-up impassive. “All in due time, Sol. All in due time.”
“See? She’s impossible,” Soler
ia scoffs.
“No. I’m fucking awesome. And you all love me for it.”
We all laugh at Nylicia’s comment.
“Get the hell out of there!”
I nearly jump seventeen feet in the air when I hear Dyletri screaming from the outside.
“I know you’ve sexified my girl up to the point that I probably won’t survive! What more must you do?”
The girls laugh, and once again, I wish Evesse could be here.
“I’m coming in there, and I’m fucking taking what’s mine. Get the fuck out. Now!”
My knees go weak.
“Jesus, dude. You sound like something out of The Exorcist. What the fuck? Why am I here again? Should I call a priest? The power of Christ compels you, motherfucker!”
“Shut it, Cy. We volunteered to come with him,” Ian says, clearly amused.
I don’t miss how Soleria pauses when she hears his voice.
She schools her expression and winks at me before turning to the others. “Let’s get out of here before we end up witnessing the sacrilege about to take place.”
I stick my tongue out at her.
“Keep that tongue in your mouth ‘til your man gets in here. I have no use for it.”
This time, I give Soleria the finger. One by one, the others hug me.
Nylicia points to the bed as she walks out, the sunlight piercing through her form. “Get your ass on there.”
I hurry to do as she said.
I barely settle against the huge, blue silk-covered pillows when Dyletri flashes in so fast and hard, the canopy on the bed flies all over the place, and the walls shake from the force of his power.
My heart nearly stops.
He’s in full battle armor.
“Holy shit,” we both say at the same time.
CHAPTER 32
ISMINI
I lean up on my elbows and slowly bite my lip, my skin breaking out in goosebumps as I take in his appearance. I’m shaking all over as his eyes turn completely black and his canines extend.
He examines every inch of me, expression taut. Tense. So hungry that I feel gorgeous, wanted.
No, fuck that. I feel needed.
“Look at you.” Dyletri smirks lasciviously and reaches for his armor. Every inch of his body appears dangerous.
His legs and ass are fucking hot in those tight leather pants.
The moment the latches on either side of his armor release, I can’t help but let out a moan.
He’s on me in an instant. Bare-chested and sexier than any being should ever be allowed to be, he materializes over me in a blur of color.
He doesn’t touch me right away but just leans over and growls while taking in his fill.
His aura flares from him in a cacophony of white, blue, and silver that actually touches me. It clashes and mixes with my aura, and I feel it as if it were a physical touch.
I sigh, reaching for him. My fingers graze his shoulders. We moan at the same time, and I clench my thighs together.
Dyletri’s nostrils flare, a shudder going through him as I lightly run my fingers up towards my mark on his neck.
I’ve never felt this powerful. Have never wanted something this freaking much.
“You . . .” His eyes snap open, two completely black abysses of hunger. Not a bit of white in sight. It’s unbelievably sexy. He looks amazing. So dangerous. “The way you smell . . .”
He grabs my thighs and pulls, slamming me on the bed and sending shock through me.
A broken gasp escapes, and I tremble from the feel of his hands on my skin. The fucker purposely sends more energy shooting into me. “Dyletri!”
“Too much?” He smirks mischievously, not seeming at all sorry.
Another wave slithers into me. My back arches and my nipples tighten painfully. The sensitive tips rub against the sheer material of my gown. “Stop teasing me. I thought you barged in here to take,” I say, breathless.
He runs his hands up my sides. “I am going to take you. I’m going to fuck you until neither of us can walk. But you are just too sexy. I want to take my time.”
Little sparks of power continue to leak from the tips of his fingers and through my skin. I claw at him, forgetting about my newly-given powers, and my nails tear through the skin on his shoulders.
Dragging my fingers down his arms, I leave red, bleeding welts in my path.
The moment I smell his blood, my incisors snap out of my gums. Wide-eyed, I stare at the bleeding welts. I probably look deranged, but I don’t give a damn.
“Dyletri.” His name comes out as a guttural groan as I pull on his arms.
He groans in answer and falls on me. His upper body presses to mine, his skin hot and electric. The smell of his blood has me leaning up to run my tongue across his shoulder.
Fire. Sex. Raw fucking power.
I’ll never get used to the taste of this male.
I mewl, gasping, and lap at his shoulder like a hungry kitten.
Dyletri chuckles, the sound strained. “You’re not letting me do this my way.” His teeth land on my shoulder and pierce through my skin.
I rub my pussy against his dick, feeling it pulsate as I move. I lift my chin and speak in his ear. “Unless your way involves you getting naked and taking me right now, then no. We are most definitely not doing this your way.”
He barks out a laugh, rolling us over until I’m straddling him. I’m struck utterly stupid at the sight of him.
Holy shit. Seeing all that sexiness, muscle, and the fucking leather under me almost drives me insane.
I place my hands on his pecs. Mesmerized, I watch the muscles bunch up as I draw my fingers across his nipples. His back arches. His neck bulges, air hissing out of his mouth. The wounds I inflicted on his arms are already healing.
My hips begin moving on their own, my head falling back as my clit rubs against the leather and the hard mass under it.
“Fuck, yes.” Dyletri grabs my breasts, rubbing the fabric covering them into my nipples.
I cry out, jerking on top of him. My wetness spreads around the leather, adding to the sensations. “Oh, God! I’m . . . fuck, Dyletri. I’m going to come.” I lose control of my hips as my body races to reach that peak.
Dyletri curses and sits up. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, fabric and all. He snarls around my tit, his other hand still teasing my other nipple. Grabbing my hip with his free hand, he frantically rubs my pussy on his cock.
“Baby,” I sob, head falling back. I feel and hear our energy clashing in the air. Sense it rising. The walls of the temple are shaking again, and the bed seems like it’s going to fail at any moment.
He’s not even inside me yet.
Fuck.
“I’m going to—”
“I want you to.” Dyletri’s teeth rip through the fabric covering my breast. His thick tongue falls on my nipple, the heat and wetness painful against the tip.
Fuck. Too much. Too good.
The need to come battles with the need to have him inside me.
“Come like this,” he urges in that deep, demonic voice, breath hot on my nipple. “Let me taste you.” He bites into my breast, sending pain and pleasure warring through every cell.
“Oh my fucking God!” I scream, spiraling into white, sweltering nirvana.
He sucks roughly on my breast while I ride his still-covered cock. I hear him through my high-pitched moans. Hear him drinking me in, the sounds wet and erotic.
“Fuck, baby.” Panting, I tighten my arms around him.
“Mmm.” Dyletri hums, pulling his teeth out of my skin and licking around my breast. His hand latches onto the dress I’m wearing. He doesn’t even bother to dematerialize it, just rips it off. “You taste amazing.” The look he gives me sears my heart.
“I want to taste you.” I kiss him as deeply as I can to distract him. Then, before he has a chance to move or think, I flash my way down his body until I’m poised above his throbbing cock.
I have no idea how I’m going to do th
is, but I need to suck this male’s dick more than anything right now.
Dyletri tenses when he realizes my intentions, every muscle vibrating. “Oh, fuck . . . baby . . . I . . .”
God. He needs me to suck him just as bad.
I lean closer. “Need to taste you.” In a haze, I nuzzle his cock.
He jerks and lets out a sexy little moan that makes my pussy gush.
“You’re so hard . . . mmm.” I run my nose up and down his length through his wet leather pants. Smell myself on him. It turns me on so much more. Makes my mouth water.
“Fuck, girl. I’m not going to survive this.”
I giggle, and place one hand on his dick. I concentrate hard and for the first time make something—his pants and boots—disappear.
His hot, swollen, bare cock touches the palm of my hand.
“Shit.” Dyletri’s hips jerk and his dick slides against my hand.
I watch a drop of pre-cum leak out of his swollen head. The scent of his cum is intoxicating, and I can’t help but lick my lips.
“Baby, you don’t have to . . .”
“You really, really want me to.” I run my lower lip across the raised ridge behind the head of his cock.
He stretches out on the bed, his chest rising with a groan.
Sexiest motherfucker alive, I swear to God.
My lips wrap around the tip. An utter ramble that consists mostly of curses leaves my male’s mouth.
I lick around the tip, sucking in his taste. Swirl my tongue and feel more pre-cum leak out.
“Coming. Holy shit. Fucking. Coming. Don’t let me, baby. Not yet.”
As if. I’m desperate to feel and taste his cum sliding down my throat.
I suck harder and rub the flat of my tongue into his tip.
Dyletri cups the back of my head with his hand. Power trembles in his fingers, the gentle way he’s holding me at odds with the way his teeth are bared.
I lock eyes with him. Suck him in a little bit deeper.
“So fucking hot, baby girl.” He’s clearly holding back from thrusting into my mouth.
The veins on his dick throb beneath my tongue. I suck him in before sliding back up. When I repeat the movement, a jolt goes through him.
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