A Court of Fire and Metal: a Reverse Harem Fantasy Romance (War of the Gods Book 2)

by Meg Xuemei X

  “You can moan and scream all you want, sweetheart,” he said hoarsely. “No one can hear us while my power covers this area.”

  My heart drummed with anticipation, thrill buzzing in my heated blood.

  Alaric put me down gently, and his mouth found mine again.

  Our tongues twined impatiently and urgently, wanting more, wanting to devour each other. Alaric’s large hands unhooked my sports bra, and my perky breasts ran free.

  His hands held the weight of my breasts and molded them to new shapes as he fondled them skillfully. His lips left mine, so he could have an eyeful of my breasts.

  “Stunning,” he said in a gasp, kneeling before me.

  His sensual mouth took my tit, suckling it. His hands worked to pull my pants all the way down with my panties.

  He moved to my other nipple, his tongue flickering at my perky nub before his lips traced down to my belly, until they were upon my bare pussy.

  He licked my swollen clit and pushed open my slit with his tongue before it swirled around my folds and thrust in between them.

  A gasp escaped me, and I grabbed his thick mane.

  “I thought we were going to do a quickie,” I murmured huskily.

  “It’ll be a quickie. Only that I need to taste you a little before I fuck you.”

  Heat raced in my bloodstream.

  “Show me your cock,” I demanded.

  Maybe I shouldn’t talk while he gave me such a marvelous oral pleasure, because at my command he removed his wicked tongue from my aching flesh and chuckled.

  “My impatient Cass,” he purred. “You’ll get your fill. My cock has been throbbing in pain ever since I saw you. I wanted to bury deep inside your sweet little pussy every second of the day, yet I had to wait for you to come to me. I’ve endured it.”

  His hand palmed my pussy while he swiftly dropped his outfit—a black T-shirt and training trousers. The demigod was unbelievably sexy no matter what he wore, just like all of my other mates.

  A new thought sliced through my mind. Had Lorcan organized the investigation and found out who the traitor was? We soon would have to evacuate from the Court of Blood and Void. Reysalor and Pyrder must have pulled out from the city and headed to the court now.

  We would join them soon.

  Right now, I just needed a little comfort from Alaric, and to let the euphoria from our mating ease the acid churning in my stomach.

  Alaric’s cock sprang free. It was massive, silky, and brown, its blunt head so thick and beautiful. On either side of his steel rod were tattoos of ice mountains on his powerful legs. They were the sexiest thing I’d seen.

  I sucked in a breath at how magnificent the demigod was, and he was mine. He would be mine completely when he pounded his manhood into me.

  While my hands traced his broad shoulders to his cut, muscled chest, then his six-pack stomach, admiring this perfect specimen on Earth before me, Alaric let out a low growl. Before I could raise my face to see what the beastly sound was about, he lifted me, put me on a higher branch, and pinned me against the smooth tree trunk.

  “I need to fuck you right now, Cass, before I explode,” he said. “I’ve waited too long. I only have so much control.”

  I spread my legs for him, and his eyes flashed approval. “You’re so ripe and ready for me, babe. Your pussy is so hot and wet. Let’s see how tight you are.”

  His girth nudged at my slick entrance, then slipped past my folds but paused an inch deeper. We both rasped at the shallow joining. Alaric intended to savor the moment before driving into my depth, before fucking me vehemently.

  I wiggled my ass impatiently, inviting him in further.

  “My mate,” he said, his fresh, warm breath on my face, his honey-brown eyes swirling to a dark shade, burning with intense lust. “Your little pussy is mine.”

  With that, he thrust into my heated liquid with his demigod’s force.

  I screamed as his massive cock filled my every inch and stretched it further, faint pain and heightened pleasure pounding into me.

  Alaric let out a string of curses as his unbridled desire rode him. “Babe, your pussy is so tight, so hot, so perfect for me.”

  And the demigod had one of the hardest cocks ever.

  He rocked his hips forward, pushing deeper into me, then withdrew slowly, and pumped in harder and faster.

  I let out breathless moans, which only made him more aggressive and possessive. In and out and in, he thrust repeatedly, as if he would never stop fucking me.

  Flesh slapped against flesh, the erotic sound blending with my urgent moans and his groans.

  The world no longer existed; our carnal coupling was all that mattered.

  Alaric was both sweet and menacing, even when fucking me.

  I propelled my hips forward to meet his plunges beat by beat. As his brutal force poured into me, I sent him back my own brutality. I slammed all the way down to the base of his manhood, hitting his tightened balls.

  He snarled, his white teeth flashing. “You’re my equal, Cass. I haven’t met a female as fierce as you are.”

  “The goddesses are ferocious, if they’re anything like Phobos.” I asked amid my breathless moans, “Have you screwed any?”

  “They’re mostly nasty and snooty. You’re nothing like them. From now on, yours is the only pussy I’ll ever fuck. It’s made for me to fuck by fate, and you’re mine.”

  My inner walls gripped every inch of his cock and squeezed it mercilessly.

  Alaric’s eyes rolled back. He pumped into me forcefully, his speed blinding me, slamming me onto the trunk. I might have bruises all over after this, but I didn’t care. His fire was in me, lighting my every cell, making me more alive than ever.

  We kept slamming into each other like two forces circling, pouncing, and merging. His hand inserted into my curly hair and pulled my head back, his mouth dwelling on mine with a fiery kiss, while his cock pounded pleasure, joy, and dominance into me.

  I exploded, raining down lava on his cock.

  His lips left mine, hissing out a few more ancient curses. “Only you can give me this fire and consume me, mate!”

  A shining string snapped into place between us.

  Alaric’s eyes glowed amber and, in his irises, I saw the glow of mine, one burning with violet, the other liquid golden fire.

  “You’re indeed a descendant of a god, sweetheart. I can feel your essence,” he said. “It’s dark, deathly, and full of unknown fire. Many will fear you, but not me. You’re mine.”

  He emptied himself into me in a series of hard, powerful pushes.

  And I roared in a new wave of pleasure.

  9

  When we came down from the tree, fully dressed and spent, vampires and fae warriors had flooded the forest, searching for Phobos or me in vain. Rainer and Xihin took the lead but lost our trace as they crossed the lake, just as we’d lost Phobos.

  Alaric excelled at covering our trail.

  We walked up toward the fae, our fingers laced.

  The warriors felt us before seeing us.

  Luke wheeled toward us. “Where have you been?”

  Alaric stared hard at him, menace rolling off him in waves. The demigod wouldn’t allow anyone to question him, except his equals.

  Luke tried to hold his gaze but ended up dropping his eyes and stepping back.

  “Pull back,” Alaric barked. “The God of Terror has returned to Mount Olympus. We need to leave Lorcan’s court.”

  Rainer and Xihin nodded and related Alaric’s order to the others.

  “Run, Cass,” Alaric said, letting go of my hand, and we shot forward like two arrows, and no tree, bush, or rock was an obstacle to us.

  The fae and vampires zoomed after us, but none had Alaric’s and my speed.

  “I’d prefer this kind of training to the fucking horse stance,” I said. “Make me do the horse stance again, Alaric, and I’ll make you eat dirt.”

  Alaric chuckled. He might still try, just to rile me up.


  When we met the broad lake again, we nearly flew right across it with our speed.

  As I turned to look over my shoulder, our followers all gaped at us, their jaws dropped. Vampires and fae were proud of their velocity, but none of them could top us. Now they’d seen the masters of speed.

  I winked at them as they spread around the lake to try to catch up with us. I zoomed out of their sight with Alaric.

  After we passed the vast, well-groomed lawn at the perimeter of Lorcan’s court, we slowed to a jog and headed toward the palatial golden mansion.

  A squad of vampire guards lined up at its front. A leading guard stepped forward. “Lord Alaric, Lady Saélihn, the High Lord is waiting at the Red Room.”

  The Red Room was the vampires’ interrogation room.

  Two guards peeled off from their group and led us, even though we knew where it was.

  Chill sank into my skin as soon as I entered the cold stone room with a red, steel door.

  Three guards spread around the walls while two guards stood stationed outside.

  Selena knelt in the center of the floor, tears flowing down her gorgeous face.

  “The God of Terror made a deal with me,” she said. “He promised that the gods would never touch our court. When all the other supernatural races go extinct, we’ll be the only dominant species. Isn’t that what you want, my lord? We’ve fought all of them for an eon for dominance and territories, and we’re finally going to win it all, using the gods to get rid of the others.”

  “How could you be so stupid, Selena, after serving me so long?” Lorcan asked in cold disgust. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You haven’t just betrayed me. You betrayed the whole Earth.”

  “I did what I must do to secure the safe path for our kind,” Selena said. “I’m sorry, my lord, but please, try to see it from my perspective and you’ll understand. The God of Terror won’t go back on his word. He’ll preserve our species. All he wants is to take out the trash who thinks she deserves you.”

  She couldn’t bring me down, couldn’t take Lorcan from me, so she used Phobos. It might be a smart plan if it concerned only me.

  I stalked into the room. “You’ve gone too far this time, Selena.”

  Alaric looked down at her, his brown eyes burning with murderous rage. “So, this is the traitor you found, Lorcan? You really need to clean your house thoroughly.”

  Lorcan snarled at Alaric, but when his eyes lingered on me, they softened.

  “Dulcis,” he acknowledged. “You returned.”

  Sometimes he was still formal with me, particularly in public.

  “Yes, I returned in one piece,” I said, “but I lost my energy drink, thanks to your mistress of the blood court.”

  A dark light flashed by Lorcan’s eyes. I braced my hands on my hips. I was even more pissed than him.

  Lorcan sniffed, his nostrils flaring, and his look darkened further. A jolt of jealousy slammed into our mating bond before it dissipated with a resigned sigh.

  Selena also flared her nostrils. Her meek, pitiful demeanor before Lorcan had turned to icy hardness as soon as she saw me, and now a bright hope atop disdain lightened her face.

  “My lord, your pet is screwing around,” she said. “She had sex with the demigod. She’s a low-class whore—”

  The next moment, Alaric’s lightning lashed out and strung her up, her feet freezing toward the ceiling.

  “Let me handle this, Alaric,” Lorcan said. “Please.”

  Alaric let go of his lightning and Selena landed hard, her face hitting the ground.

  “My lord, will you let the adulterers humble the mistress of your court?” she asked.

  This vampiress had lost touch with reality. She still thought she was at the peak of her power. Xihin, my supporter, had filled me in the other day about her background.

  No one had ever said no to her as mistress. Lorcan, who had zoned out of the scene for centuries in boredom and half-stasis, had just let her run things. She’d reigned over every aspect of Lorcan’s court while he hadn’t bothered with anything and anyone.

  Only when the gods had returned and Lorcan had received a vision to retrieve me, did he become a bit more active. And then it had all changed when I’d made his heart beat.

  He’d woken like a shark sensing blood—my blood.

  “I’ve let you take the reins for too long, Selena,” Lorcan said softly, “and you’ve lost the capacity to learn and listen.” Selena flinched. “I warned you not to call my mate names, but you disrespected her again.” His voice turned ominous and icy, and even I stood at attention now. “Just for that, I won’t let you walk out of here alive. And you committed an even more unforgivable crime. You conspired with my enemy to take down my mate. There’s no coming back from that treachery. And I don’t have to explain to you or anyone that my mate also belongs to my brothers.”

  “I fought beside you, my lord,” Selena said. “I may have a fault or two, but lack of loyalty isn’t one of them. All these centuries, I’ve been waiting for you, believing you loved me as I loved you, and that one day you’d acknowledge that.”

  “You’re living in a poorly-written romance novel,” I said.

  “Say no more, Selena,” Lorcan said. “I never gave my love to anyone but my mate. My heart only beats for my one and true mate, Cass Saélihn. You let your jealousy, pettiness, and vindictiveness cloud your judgment, just like your sister. I can’t allow anyone who tried to harm my mate or is a threat to my mate to keep breathing. I’ll give you a quick, clean death, because of your faithful services in the past.”

  Selena turned to me, venom in her icy gray eyes. “You think you win, you dirty whore? The gods—the cruelest superior race—will come for you, and they’ll have no mercy for you. They’ll have your little head on a silver platter in Olympus and serve it with wine on the gold and diamond table. That’s the promise of the God of Terror….”

  Lorcan stepped forward, his flaming sword appearing in his hand, and he swept it toward Selena’s neck.

  Just then, Reysalor and Pyrder rushed into the red room, their eyes burning in fury. They’d learned of Phobos’ escape and they heard Selena’s last words.

  The mistress’s elegant, bloody head rolled and stopped before my feet.

  I jumped back, my eyes going wild and wide. Reys pulled me back against his solid chest before Alaric and Pyrder could. My gaze flicked from Selena’s glassy, lifeless eyes to the High Lord’s icy ones.

  “I might be a cold bastard,” said the High Lord of Night, holding my gaze, and his eyes warmed and softened toward me with fierce protectiveness. “But, dulcis, I’ll never be a cold bastard to you.”

  “They call me a barbarian, they call me a monster, and they call me a bitch whore,” I murmured. “I’m worse than a cold bastard.”

  When Lorcan and Reysalor had first met me, I was a scrawny, filthy, rude thing, and they’d accepted me.

  I had no illusion that life with my mates would be easy because they were all battle-hardened, powerful, and ruthless males. They had scars I didn’t even know about and burdens and responsibilities I might not want to know.

  But good, bad, or ugly, I’d take it all.

  “You may be a cold bastard,” I said, “but you’re my bastard.”

  Lorcan smiled, for the first time not predatorily.

  My heart fluttered like wings in sudden sunlight.

  10

  “What do you think of attending a school, Cass baby?” Reysalor asked in his velvet voice.

  My heart drummed in excitement. A dream was coming true.

  I dulled the glint in my eyes, hoping none of my mates caught the twinkle.

  The Gifted Academy was the one I wanted, but I wouldn’t just roll over and accept the offer from Reys. I needed to get more leverage if I could.

  Moving me to the Academy was the logical next step. Originally, Lorcan had persuaded everyone that his court was the best place to hide me from the gods, but we’d blown our cover. Not that I blamed
him.

  The God of Terror would soon bring his god buddies and rain down his terror and revenge on us. The majority of the vampire army had migrated to ShadesStar, facing the fae army across the shining sea.

  The Academy was at the brink of the mortal and immortal realms and the most protected place on Earth. One had to know the coordinates of the ley line to get into it. Only seven Council members and their trusted warriors could access the ley line.

  I would ask for the key as well.

  “Which school?” I asked, putting on my non-impressed expression.

  “The Academy, Cass baby,” Pyrder said. “That’s where our commanders and best magical fighters are. We’ll keep you safe there.”

  Yes! I kept a poker face as I asked, “What’s in it for me to go to this school?”

  “You said you liked it,” Reysalor said. “You bugged me constantly to visit it.”

  “I didn’t bug you on anything,” I said, bracing my hands on my hips. “I wanted to check on the campus to make sure of it. I can’t just charge in anywhere headfirst and blindly.”

  I swallowed back my thoughts that neither vampire courts had turned out well. Just looking at Lorcan’s sour expression, I could tell it would rub salt into the wound. He hadn’t objected to our next move or strategy since he blamed himself for the recent failures.

  The Academy was too sunny for his taste and in the afternoon, when the sun was too bright, he would have to slumber while I was up. But he wouldn’t leave me, so he went along with the plan.

  Only a few selected vampires and fae warriors would accompany my mates and me.

  And all my mates and I would be together. That was the biggest comfort for me.

  “All right, you don’t attend the school,” Reysalor said. “You can just hang out with the four of us and enjoy being our lovely housewife.”

  I shot to my feet, my face burning. “That’s obnoxious! I’m not going to play housewife for you dudes. Fine, I’ll just go to Academy. However, I have a few conditions.”

  “We’ve got to leave, now,” Alaric said, picking me up in his arms. “You can shoot me your demands on the way.”