by S. A. Parker
I’m not stupid, I know what she’s doing.
My beast is submitting herself to Drake.
Fucking hell.
“Do it …” we plead, needing those teeth to pierce our skin more than we’ve ever needed anything before in our fucked-up life.
We feel the pressure against our carotid artery—understand the amount of control he’s showing by preventing those canines from piercing our skin.
“Do it, Drake …”
He retreats and, losing patience, we lunge forward—grabbing handfuls of golden hair and tug his head to the side. We pull off, letting the swollen tip of his cock sit poised at our entrance.
We smile against his pounding pulse for a second … two … then drive our hips against him, taking him fully, at the same time sinking our teeth right into his fucking neck.
I haul my beast back into place, wanting a front row seat as blood seeps from the wound, pooling on my tongue, sending my senses wild.
Holy Dusk God, he tastes good … like his blood was meant for me.
He groans, arms tightening their hold, fists clenching at my hair while I ride his cock, moaning into his neck, swallowing his blood like the animal I am.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, my wings extending to their full glory as we cling to each other; pounding hard and fast, riding the surging waves. I fall over that edge, wings sinking into my back as the orgasm tears through my body in thick, throbbing waves.
I scream my release, my teeth untangling themselves from his flesh, as Drake dips his head into the crook of my neck then sinks his canines into my yearning flesh.
It’s an ecstatic, piercing pain, lulled by the soft flick of his tongue caressing the wounds he just made.
Crushing us together, he finds his release—hot spurts of seed filling me as I cry out—a golden warmth saturating my heart, claiming a corner that was empty and cold.
Drake pulls those teeth from my neck then kisses at the sore so fucking delicately. “Mine,” he whispers against the sensitive skin. It pebbles beneath his breath and he envelopes me in his glorious wings, holding me to him, caressing my face.
Well … fuck.
That happened.
A flash of light lands us in his bedroom. He reverently lowers me onto the bed, his body stretched above me—allowing me the perfect vision of my Dusky Sun God.
“She accepted me.” He runs a finger around my lips, making them tingle. “You accepted me.”
I feel the tether inside myself—the golden link, clinging to my heart like its life depends on it.
Yeah, I just formed a mating bond with a fucking Sun God.
I’m not sure what this means for my internal walls, but my vagina’s so goddamn proud of herself, trying to take all the credit.
Back down, twat. For once, this was my own doing.
Chapter Eight
“You’re very quiet …” Drake’s running his fingers through my hair, a crease forming between his eyes.
I am, only because I’m cradling that golden tether like it’s a newborn baby, which is strange, but I just can’t seem to stop.
“I can feel you in here …” I tap my chest and he nods, smiling.
“I can feel you, too. You’re right where you belong.”
His words make me beam, but then I’m struck with a harrowing realisation. “I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to preen my feathers for you beforehand,” I say seriously.
He quirks a coy smile. “Don’t worry, babe. I got the message loud and clear when you started salivating over the sight of my neck.”
I slap him playfully on his chest. “I did not!”
“Actually, you did. It was hot as fuck. I could have taken you right there and then. Points to me for being a gentleman.”
That was very gentlemanly of him, I have to admit. The thought makes me so happy that I start to … cry?
“Dell?” Drake shuffles into a sitting position and hauls me up, so I’m straddling the sexy bastard and his taut abdominals, which makes me cry harder. With tender hands, he wipes away my tears, watching me with a face etched in concern. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I just … I just … I don’t know!” Overcome with emotion, I wail, tears streaming down my face, my breathing ragged.
He lifts a brow and … starts to fucking laugh?
“What are you laughing at?” I sob scream.
Clearing his throat, he tugs me into his chest. “Nothing, nothing at all. I’m sorry.”
“Good, because I’m really moody right now, okay? I don’t need your sass.” I gulp, trying to swallow my tears.
He looks confused, and a little cautious. “That came on quick …”
“Oh, really?” I challenge, pulling away.
He puts his hands up like he’s surrendering, which is good; if he looks at me strangely again, I might just scratch his fucking face off.
“Okay, I’ll keep my laughter to a minimum.” He strokes my hair, like I’m a fucking lap dog.
Actually, it feels amazing and I nuzzle at his chest to encourage the action.
“You like that, don’t you babe?”
I nod into his chest, hiccupping. “Yes (hiccup) I fucking … (hiccup) do (hiccup).”
“Was there anything else bothering you?”
“Not (hiccup) really.” Just my overwhelming emotions. Though, now that he mentions it, my other three Sun Gods are probably going to be pissed that I chewed on Drake’s neck. They may be in my sin bin, but I don’t want them to stay in there forever …
He tugs at my hair so my chin tilts up, exposing my face to him wholly. I’m not sure what he sees, but he frowns, and I really want to trace that little crease mark between his eyes with my tongue.
“Dell?”
Okay, concentrate. “Won’t the others be mad we mated?” I blurt out. Fucking word vomit, but I’m kind of being led by my emotions right now.
He smiles and it’s so dazzling that I want to jump the bastard … and cry again. Probably at the same time. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Mad that I got accepted first? Probably. Not my fault they fucked up.”
“Accepted … first? What do you mean?” I’m being coy with my words because I’m not sure where Drake stands with all of this—he did say he’s not one to share.
He shrugs, though a half smile is curling one corner of his mouth. “I’m privy to your body’s sensations, Dell. I know they make you feel good.”
“Ahhh …” Yeah, fuck. Nothing like your new ‘mate’ knowing you’ve got a thing for three other Sun Gods. Awkward.
“I’m not saying I fucking like it, or that it’s going to be easy, but I’ve had a while to get used to this. Especially since we saw your wings, the prophecy—”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He shakes his head, rubbing at his face with his hand. “Sorry, fuck, I’m so tired I’m rambling about crap that’s not important right now. I’m just glad I got my venom in there first, that you accepted me first. That’s something we’ll always have.”
I’m pretty sure my Sun God boyfriend just gave me permission to bone other Sun Gods. I thought this was going to be a lot more complicated.
Awww … I feel myself getting teary again. I draw in a deep lung-full of his scent and almost orgasm on the spot. “Fuck, you smell good.” I guess that’s one way to keep this emotional see-saw at bay.
I feel his smile as he kisses me on the top of my head. “So do you. I’ve loved your scent from the moment I met you on that fucking cliff. It was an effort not to bite that pretty little neck of yours even then.”
I smile at that, whiffing his chest again so I don’t burst into tears. “Savage.”
“Always.”
A sudden pain grips my insides, the sensation similar to when my uterus was sliced from my fucking abdomen. I curl into myself, arching off Drakes glorious body and moaning like the whore I … was. “Fucking shit cunt …” I grind through my teeth.
Drake shifts me sideways so
he can see my face. “What’s wrong?”
My insides are deteriorating at a rapid fucking rate, that’s what’s wrong. “I think I’m dying.”
He rubs circles on my back, somehow managing to add to my discomfort. “You are in a lot of pain, I agree … you’re immortal though, babe. It’s not possible for you to just randomly die anymore, unless you’re mortally wounded.”
“Yeah well, I beg to fucking differ, because I’m pretty sure I’m dying,” I hiss, as another wave of pain threatens to explode my guts all over the bedroom.
Drake shifts me off him, grabs the linen throw off the end of the bed and wraps it around me as I breathe through the pain, rocking into myself and trying to picture happier times when I wasn’t dying from the inside out.
“What can I do to help?”
“I don’t fucking know! You’re the God!”
Something dribbles down the inside of my thigh, and my eyes snap open. Fuck, I think I just peed myself. Wait, the pain’s easing … did I just pass something?
I wiggle off the bed and dash past my overbearing Dusk God, determined to make it to the bathroom before he smells the wee.
“I thought you were dying? Where the fuck are you going?”
“Toilet. Don’t come in.”
“Fucking heard that one before. I thought we agreed, no walls!”
I slam the door to the washroom closed. “I’m allowed a fucking bathroom wall, you sicko!”
I drop the throw, look down, and immediately spot the blood dribbling down my leg. “Shiiiiit …”
Drake bangs on the door. “I smell blood … what’s going on in there?”
Good fucking question. I swipe my finger through the blood and inspect it closely. “I think my insides are falling out through my vagina …”
“I’m coming in.” The door starts to open.
“No, don’t!” I squeal, trying to wrap myself in the throw again, like a neat little blood parcel, but it’s pretty ineffective at such short notice.
He’s standing at the door, naked and glorious, nostrils flaring, sniffing the air. He takes a tentative step closer, his oversized soldier perking right the hell up.
“Fuck …”
I try really hard to avoid looking at his penis, which is making me think randy thoughts. I also try to avoid the internal glow of that golden tether, that has a goddamn aura around it now.
He sniffs the air again, takes another two tentative steps towards me, reaches his arm out like I have the fucking plague, and rips the throw straight from my body.
I let out a squawk and pounce back, ineffectively covering my nether regions with spread hands. Drake stares at the blood dribbling down my legs, then sniffs a few more times, long and hard.
“Are you fucking smelling me right now?” I screech. I know I threw away my dignity a long time ago, but this really is next level.
Drake goes pale and takes a step away from me.
Whatever I have, it must be contagious.
Fuck.
“Are your organs about to start falling out through your genitals, too?” I screech.
Typical. I mate with a Sun God, then kill the bastard.
“That’s not your organs, babe. You’re in heat.”
Pfft. “Fuck off, you’re lying to me.”
He lifts a brow, his cock twitching at the same time. So synchronised … it makes me want to bury said cock right into the throes of my vagina where he can pump his Dusk juice to his heart’s content, smothering my insides in all that fertile godliness …
Ahhh … shit.
“What the fuck does that even mean? Like a female dog?” My voice is cutting in and out—I’m having a minor panic attack. No big deal. I guess my mood swings make perfect bloody sense now.
Fucking hormones, making me look like a pussy.
He puts his hands up, as if to placate my erratic outburst. “Kind of, except it happens more regularly for us, even more so for a Lesser. You bleed a little when your body reaches its peak fertility period. Did nobody ever explain this to you?”
“No!” I scream, realising I’m acting unreasonably but carrying on anyway. “Because we weren’t allowed to talk! I bled a couple of times, but it never felt like this … and then my uterus got cut out, remember? I have no uterus! I have the scar to prove it!” I point at said fucking scar, which Drake only glances at momentarily before he runs his hand through his hair, still eyeing the blood that’s dribbling down my leg.
“Doesn’t seem that way, babe …”
I stare at him like he’s insane, though the grim reality of my newfound fertility slowly starts to sink in. I chew my nails, because I’m in fucking heat. And I have four Sun Gods my wings and vagina have taken a liking too, and one rogue uterus who wants to bathe in their semen cocktails.
He frowns, rubbing his chin. “This complicates things a bit.”
I stare blankly at him. “A bit? That’s a fucking understatement. Birth control?” At this stage, I’m getting pretty desperate. A week of heat if a dog’s anything to go by, with no Sun God penetration? At least I can still have wingasms, I guess. And Drake’s magic ones …
Okay, maybe it’s not so bad. Unless my beast cuts loose again and bites another Sun God, which will probably lead to more erratic fornicating. What a disaster.
Drake takes a step closer. “Birth control? Not one hundred percent reliable.”
“Fucking swell.”
“Your fertile stage only lasts for seventy-two hours or so … usually.”
“Well, at least that’s something.” A week is a long time when you have four Sun Gods you want to bang. Three days doesn’t seem so bad. Still, I close my eyes, trying to breathe through the anxiety my uterus has stirred with all her cum-calling.
“Though, I’m not good at sharing.”
“And you’re not good at sharing.” I snap my eyes open, eyeing a swiftly approaching paternal Dusk God. I put my hands up as meagre protection, watching his massive appendage bounce to the beat of his strides.
“Wait. Drake … woah, let’s take a metaphorical step back here!” I literally take a step back—into the wall.
Shit.
“I know you’re a clucking, fucking rooster, but I’ve had about two seconds to come to terms with the fact that I have a uterus … two seconds.”
He boxes me in, his hands pressing into the wall either side of me, wings manifesting. “Do you want kids, Dell?”
My wings come out, pushing me forward and shoving me into Drakes horizontal cock, which, with nowhere else to go, pops up between us, all perky and hopeful.
Fuck you Wings, keep your opinions to yourselves.
Drake raises a brow, quirking a labia-eating smile at me.
“Well that’s a loaded question if I’ve ever heard one.” Mainly because I can’t bloody lie.
Drake runs a finger over one of my feathers and a shiver runs through my body, straight to my vagina. That golden tether starts to pulse with light. “Answer me, Dell. Do you?”
Fucking Dusk God, he knows my wings have a thing for him. I swat his petting hand away. “Yes, okay? Happy now? I’ve fantasised about it, wished I could do it, but that’s not the point, Drake!”
His smile grows and he pins me to the wall with his hips. “I saw it first, I call dibs. Fuck if I’m sharing your uterus with any of those fuckers for at least a year.”
“Whoa horsey, whoa. My mother hacked my wings off with a hand saw then doused me in flammable liquid and set me on fire. I’m not sure I’m mummy material. I’d probably make a shit parent, know what I mean? We’re not rushing into this.” I’m saying this but at the same time, I’m grinding up against him like a rogue whore in heat … which is exactly what I am. Fucking touché.
He grabs me under the chin, tilting my head to give him direct access to my mouth. “That’s fine babe, I won’t rush you.” He kisses me with a hard, possessive edge and pulls back, his lips a hair’s breadth from mine. “But I am calling dibs.”
My beast has her
eyes open and my wings are getting all up in his pretty face. I’m surprised he isn’t swatting them away. I wish mine were as well behaved as his.
He kisses his way down the side of my neck, over the puncture marks—paying them extra attention, like they’re some kind of rare treasure.
My skin prickles. He’s being so gentle, yet so fucking firm. I edge my way up, stand on my tiptoes so that I’m perched at the tip of his engorged penis …
Fuck me, I need him in me right now.
“I want to spread my seed through you—grow a mini manifestation of the way I feel for you …”
I close my eyes, moaning for his filthy words. “Fuck yes, talk dirty to me …”
I feel him smile against my neck. “I’m going to be there with you every step of the way, watching you grow with our child.”
I’m wet. Hot damn. “I’m going to grow so round for you!” Fuck yes. I’m so good at talking dirty.
Drake licks my neck, slow and sensual. “I’ll rub your cankles and feed you cake. I’m going to look after you so good, baby.”
“Oh fuck, Drake. Keep talking like that while you fuck me against the wall.”
He pulls back and my feet drop to the ground, just as I was about to clamber aboard his dick in a hormonal fucking heat trance.
“Fuck, sorry …” He takes a few steps backwards, putting space between me and my evil uterus.
It’s an effort not to chase the bastard and launch myself at him vagina first. Ignoring my wayward wings that are reaching out to Drake like they want him to pick them up for a cuddle, I wipe at the sweat beading off my brow with the back of my hand. “No, no, it’s fine.”
It’s not fine.
I’m randy as fuck. It turns out my uterus is worse than my fucking vagina—she’s like her own little cheer squad, screaming for all the God jizz. She wants to roll around in it all day, every day.
Fuck me, I’ve got my work cut out for me with these two and my beast. It’s a full-time job. I’m not sure I have time for babies too. “I think I need to sleep this off.” I stare at the blood smeared over my legs. “Yeah, that’s what I need.”
Drake swallows thickly. “You need a bath, too. And you won’t be able to sleep with your wings out. Orgasm first, bath afterwards? If you go and lay on the bed, I’ll give you the orgasm from here.”