A Court of Blood and Void: an RH Fantasy Romance (War of the Gods Book 1)

by Meg Xuemei X

  “Talking about your favorite cake, soap, or threatening him to wake up isn’t enticing enough to bring him back,” Reysalor said. Evidently, he’d been eavesdropping on me when I’d been with Lorcan, but then all supernatural had superior hearing. I just kept forgetting it.

  “Cass baby,” Reys continued, his voice beautiful and masculine, “you’ll need to call him from the depth of your need.”

  “I can try again, now that you shared some useful information,” I said. I desperately wanted Lorcan to wake the hell up.

  “You must call him from your soul, as his true mate,” Alaric said.

  My eyes flashed darkly. Uncertainty swirled in me. What if I wasn’t their mate?

  “If and when he wakes up, he’ll have to feed from you again,” Reysalor said softly.

  “Fine.” I shrugged. “As long as he opens his eyes.”

  “It won’t be the same way you’ve been feeding him,” Reysalor said cautiously, and all of them watched me carefully as if I might bolt at his next words. So far none of what I’d heard was excellent news, but how much worse could it get? “He’ll take control from feeding on you. His fangs will come out and pierce your skin.”

  I shuddered.

  “He won’t be able to help it,” Reys said. “The primordial vampire in him needs to claim you as his forever mate. He’ll be the first of us who bonds with you, under the unfortunate circumstances.”

  Pyrder growled. Alaric scowled, and Reysalor’s eyes flashed darkly. They all looked like they wanted to kill someone.

  “What if I fight him when tries to do this caveman claim thing?” I asked, contemplating my exit.

  As I drilled it down to the root, the whole claiming mate thing was about him drinking from me and then fucking me.

  You give a man an inch and he takes a mile.

  “He won’t force you,” Reysalor said with a sigh. “None of us will ever force ourselves on you, no matter how much we want you, no matter how desperate we want to claim your every inch every second of the day.”

  Their eyes all brightened with longing, hunger, and lust.

  If I weren’t Cass Saélihn, I’d go up in flames from the heat in their gazes.

  “If he doesn’t claim you, he’ll withdraw to himself and never be the High Lord of Night, believing his mate rejects him because he’s failed to provide for her and protect her,” Pyrder said. “Or he’ll go mad with self-loathing at being unable to win you.”

  So, in a nutshell, if I didn’t call him to me as a promised mate, he’d be in a coma forever and fade off sometime in the future. If I got him to wake up, he’d feed on me with his sharp fangs piercing my skin and then fuck me. And if I didn’t let him screw me, he’d become a nutcase.

  Just great.

  “I’m still a virgin.” I blurted out.

  I should still count as a virgin, right? Even though I’d had Reys’s big cock in me for half a minute, and Reys had given me a couple of solid orgasms with his wicked tongue and skillful fingers. I darted a quick glance at Reys, and the scorching lust in his eyes heated my blood in an instant.

  The males shared a quick grin, as if it was the best thing they’d ever heard.

  “We’ll all be there to help and guide you,” Alaric said gently. “We’ll never hurt our one and only mate.”

  Pyrder nodded. “We’ll make sure all the mating is pleasurable and amazing for you.”

  Reys smiled at me with warmth and assurance. He didn’t need to say anything. I knew he’d always protect me above anyone and anything else. All of them had proved that they’d put my life above theirs without hesitation.

  “We want to wait until you’re ready, Cass baby,” Reysalor said. “But Lorcan is running out of time. We’re afraid if we don’t act soon, we’ll lose him forever.”

  “The four of us shared our bond of brotherhood,” Alaric said. “We can feel each other’s needs, emotions, and thoughts if we don’t put up our mental block. Lorcan has no mental shield now while he’s defenseless.”

  It broke my heart to hear that the once most-feared, formidable High Lord of Night had become so powerless, but he’d fallen to save Reys and me.

  “He needs you desperately,” Reys said, “but he doesn’t know where to seek you. He can’t find the surface under the deep water, so you’ll have to show him the light.”

  “I don’t get to choose, do I?” I asked softly, yet bitterness tinged my voice.

  “The choice is always yours, Cass,” Alaric said. “You can deny him. You can deny any of us. But none of us are capable of walking away from you, and we aren’t weak-willed males. You’re our fated mate, no matter whether you feel it or not. We’ll always want you. And now we live and breathe to protect you.”

  “You all have to choose me because you believe we’re fated,” I said, somehow feeling unsatisfied and hurt.

  “If we don’t want you by our own will, no fate can make us want you,” Alaric said, his eyes tender and hard at the same time.

  “You were forced to live in a cage all your life until we found you, yet you weren’t broken,” Reysalor said. “When you gazed up at the night sky and laughed, I fell for you right there. Nothing can break you, Cass baby.”

  “You refused to put up with my crap from the moment I sat next to you,” Pyrder said with a grin. “You’re the only woman who can resist me and put me in my place. I’m glad fate chose you for me.”

  “You were caged, starved, and abused,” Alaric snarled, “yet you still possess compassion that I’m utterly lacking. Despite your foul mouth and hard exterior, you’re a kind, bright soul. My Cass will make a cold bastard like me a better man. Though I’m certain most of the time you’ll still be a great pain in the butt.”

  All they had said were the sweetest, kindest things I’d ever heard in my life, except the “great pain in the butt.”

  I fought back tears and a choke as warmth came up to my throat in waves. My hands still braced on my hips in a gesture of challenge, but now they shook slightly.

  “Don’t you want me, Cass baby? Don’t you want us?” Reysalor asked nervously.

  Panic marred their handsome faces as they waited for my answer hardly breathing.

  I felt connected to each of them. I’d spent more time with Lorcan and Reys, especially Reys. But this week I also spent a lot of time with Alaric and Pyrder, getting to know them, and getting pulled to them like a pin to a magnet.

  The idea of walking away from any of them turned the warmth in my chest to acid burn.

  True mates or not, when Lorcan and Reys had freed me, when Reys had saved me from Jezebel and the vampire horde, and when Pyrder and Alaric had put themselves between the sadistic gods and me, my future had been tied to these four men.

  I studied each male in return, and my pulse soared. Fuck, they were all smoldering hot. My heart pounded at the impossible prospect of having four mates. Could I handle all of them—the hottest, most powerful males walking the earth?

  A shift in the wind, and my males’ needs, wants, and lust slammed into me. A mystic song started humming in my veins, bringing out heat and desire this world couldn’t contain.

  Fire lashed at my molten core, stripping off my every pretense and showing me how much I truly wanted them—every one of them.

  A premonition played through my mind.

  My mates’ masculine scent of pine, fire, wine, steel, and ice caressed my senses, delighting me beyond words.

  Then Lorcan’s sensual mouth traced along the column of my neck and halted beneath my artery. His fangs pierced my skin. I gasped harshly at the pain, but then a hot flood of ecstasy washed over it.

  Lorcan drank only a mouthful from me. As I urged him to keep going, liquid fire pooling between my thighs, he shook his head. He gazed upon me as if I was, not his food, but the most precious being to him in the entire universe.

  I was his mate.

  I writhed against him, rocking my hips against his crotch. His huge bulge made my throat dry and my lips moist.

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nbsp; I wanted his cock inside me now. The fire was too hot in me, only he could cool it down before it burned me to stardust.

  Mating fever soared mercilessly in me.

  Lorcan growled. His large, powerful hand lifted me and gathered me onto his lap. He heaved up my bare ass, aiming the thick head of his shaft between my plump folds.

  Then he plunged me down, and at the same time thrust into my depths.

  As his cock thrust wildly in my tight pussy, an assault of earth-shattering pleasure erupted in me.

  He thrust and thrust, fucking me with abandon.

  I blinked back as the images of mating with Lorcan swirled away. Alaric, Reys, and Pyrder all surrounded me, wrapping me in their arms. I had a hard time telling which arm belonged to whom, but they all had piece of me.

  I knew they were all incredibly fast, but I’d been so entranced that I hadn’t noticed them moving.

  My lust and need for them fused with theirs, endlessly into the blackest night.

  I shivered, wet heat soaking my panties.

  I turned to look at the oak door—on the other side one of my prospective mates slumbered deeply, and only I could wake him up. Once I turned the knob and entered, everything would change.

  I would be different when I came out.

  Was I brave enough for that?

  My heart beat erratically. I was eager. I was nervous. I was in heat. But I wouldn’t know if I was ready until I walked through the door.

  - Continue on book 2: A Court of Fire and Metal –

  Coming in Oct 2018

  Author’s Notes

  Dear Readers,

  I know a lot of you hate cliffhangers, and I’ve just ended this book at a major one. After a long, heated debate with myself, and after taking into account the structures of the coming books, I decided this was still the right place to end for the first book. However, I plan to publish A Court of Fire and Metal as soon as I can, so there’ll be no long wait between book one and two. For the love of Cass and her four smoking-hot mates, forgive my sin?

  ~ Meg

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  THE EMPRESS OF MYSTH

  Forbidden. Sworn Enemy. Wicked Seduction.

  Savage Angels have turned Earth into their hunting ground. To save all earthborn, the Fey princess Rose cedes to the marriage demands of the King of Angels, knowing she won't survive the wedding night. When she comes to Atlantis to find a secret weapon to banish Angels from our planet, she awakens the darkest lust in the king's lethal brother.

  The most formidable Archangel comes across the universe and finds her. He will stop at nothing to possess her, even if he must fall.

  The High Prince offers Rose an indecent proposal: sleep with him once and he'll protect her from the Angel King. Rose will turn his urge against him and destroy the Angels' house. While unbridled lust burns the prince, it also torments her.

  Publisher's note: This complete collection contains explicit, wild love scenes, epic battles, intrigue court politics, and the hottest, dominating Archangels and feisty Fey, who fight the alien Angels in bed and war at every turn. HFN guaranteed.

  Turn the page for a sneak peek of

  THE EMPRESS OF MYSTH

  PRINCESS ROSE

  I lounged on Seth’s enormous bed. His male scent lingered on the pillow, and I pressed my nose against it and inhaled.

  His bedroom was more like a luxury hotel than a cherished home. He hadn’t planned on staying on Earth anyway. And a valued penthouse wouldn’t have so many punched holes on the walls. Such anger. Such power.

  The prince was approaching. As soon as I smelled him, I leaned on my side with my head on my elbow and picked up a book.

  Seth halted at door, eyes widening at the sight of me. My heart pounded hard, but I kept a cool mask in place and sent him a careless glance.

  He lunged at me. Before I knew it, I was on his lap, my sex against his hard erection. It felt delicious already.

  I threw my arms around his neck and moved my hips up and down against its impressive length. Just a little fun. The prince let out a low groan, which only made the fire in me leap higher and my blood race faster.

  “I noticed a lot holes on the walls.” I gestured casually to calm my nerves. “Is that a new trend for angels?”

  “I got frustrated,” he breathed, his hungry mouth on my neck, tracing down.

  I grew breathless at his kiss. He seemed to know my every sensitive spot. “Because?”

  “I couldn’t have you. You wouldn’t let me. I thought I could never get a relief.”

  I wanted to laugh.

  But his mouth was on mine in a second, raw and demanding, as if avenging me for denying him for so long.

  At his urging, I opened my mouth to him. I didn’t come to resist him today.

  His tongue swept over and tangled with mine, holding me captive.

  His familiar scent of pine and wine and male musk wrapped around me, telling me that I was forever safe with him. He also smelt of sky and wind and mist. Obviously, he had been flying.

  The High Prince of Angels was everything I wasn’t.

  His lips, hands, and teeth roamed all over my mouth, neck, breasts, inner thighs, and sex. His heartbeat thumped against my palm, then against my breasts. Our limbs were all over each other, exploring and claiming.

  I grazed my teeth over his throat, his most vulnerable spot. He hesitated for a heartbeat, then allowed me to keep at it.

  Angels didn’t trust anyone. They were taught to never show any weakness.

  Having my teeth lingering on his throat was a test. I knew that he had never showed anyone his neck and wouldn’t let anyone touch his wings. But he had let me do all those things to him. I had to admit that he treated me better than I’d ever treated him.

  The reputed heartless angel had been patient with me. He had protected me and saved me. When he could have claimed his rights to have me, he had let me go.

  So today I came to offer myself to him willingly.

  My teeth left his throat and traced his strong jaw and nipped his skin.

  He liked it.

  But I wanted to venture into a more challenging area.

  His wings arched behind him, golden with blue dust at the feather tips. Wings allowed the angels to ride the wild wind and soar free in the open sky.

  I reached for his left wing, gliding my fingers over its ridge. Wouldn’t it be nice if I had a pair? Seth sucked in a sharp breath, a shocked pleasure twisting his once perfect marble face.

  As our bodies tangled and our limbs explored each other and our tongues locked, the heat level rocketed higher and higher, and the prince was on the verge of losing control.

  He attempted to aim his cock at my entrance and glide in, but I blocked his each try even when I needed it inside me more than anything.

  A translucent bead rose from the slit in his crown, and he contemplated it with an amazed expression. I hadn’t a clue why he was awed. He had bedded countless females before—this shouldn’t be anything new for him.

  Unlike me.

  When I kneed up, my feet pushing his chest to prevent him for the third time from entering me, he was trembling. He looked like he wanted to shake me, or to strangle me, but he compensated with letting out a half-snarl, which would be scary to others but not to me. A lustful storm and extreme frustration brewed in his grey eyes, darkening them further and further.

  I would finally let him enjoy a release, but not just yet.

  I knew I was treading on a minefield, and the prince would go off any second now, judging from the wild, savage look in his eyes.

  Even so, my instinct bet that he would not force me. Never force me. Despite his seducing, blackmailing, and threatening.

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nbsp; The ache between my thighs was also undoing me, yet I held onto a thin thread of control that could break at any time.

  I stalled him for a reason.

  I was a virgin. I had never been with a male before. I didn’t want to disappoint him, while his lust burned like a firestorm. Before I gave myself to him, I wanted to give him more.

  I was going to gift him the fantasy every male dreamt of.

  He had earned it. He had put his future in jeopardy to save me again and again.

  My elite courtiers entered the prince’s quarters and joined us. Their masks made them even sexier, besides gorgeous and mysterious.

  They were the most skilled females in the bedroom. I would watch and learn. And today, they weren’t my weapons. They were my reward to the High Prince of All Angels. Of course, I’d asked their permission first.

  Seth had to be enthralled as breasts bumped and rubbed all around him. The most striking fey females surrounded him, aiming to please.

  While he was distracted by a dozen naked, masked courtiers, I had withdrawn to blend in and hide among them.

  And I watched.

  PRINCE SETH

  The masked females closed in on me.

  Perfumes filled the room.

  They joined me and Rose in bed.

  Someone’s hands were on my ass, grabbing it, massaging it, and pinching it.

  The courtier who wore a green peacock mask had moved to my front, curving an arm around my neck and leaning for a kiss. Her other hand grabbed my hardness.

  Another female’s hand also held my length. Two soft hands of a different temperature and feel pumped my cock, which was supposed to increase the degree of pleasure.

  “It’s huge,” a female gasped.

  “A steel rod,” another said.

  And then the hands were gone, but full lips wrapped around my shaft and moved down.