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Chapter 62
Jane DoeIn This Chapter: Azrael: God of the Wolves. Orion: God of the Mages. Draco: God of the Lycans. Casimir: God of Trickery. Sirona: Goddess of Medicine and Healing. Lunette: Goddess of the Moon.
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Blakely “Surprise bitch.” I smiled down at the man who’d locked two of my mates in cages. Cages I could tell were worn with use. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what they held, which only steeled my resolve. The man blinked slowly, as though stunned his strange magic hadn’t worked. Don’t get me wrong, I could feel it worming through the recesses of my mind. It slithered in through my ears, coiling around my thoughts like a snake. The desire to do his bidding had been overwhelming at first, only to splinter and shatter as it met the bars of the cage my wolf was tucked away in. I didn’t know how it was possible, nor did I care. “You are just full of surprises, aren’t you?” The man purred beneath me, frantically grabbing at what scraps of confidence remained. Try as he might, he couldn’t hide the way his cock shriveled beneath me. I swallowed back a mouthful of bile and smiled sweetly, “Tell me about it. Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to tell your men to release
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Blakely I’d just finished scouring my body free of blood when a loud crash sounded from the common room. With it came a sharp tug in my gut, followed by an overwhelming feeling of wrongness that hit me at my very core. A second crash sounded, and I was moving, crossing the room so quickly that I barely managed to snatch a towel from where they sat folded beside the door. I emerged to utter chaos. Orion was slowly pulling himself up from the floor, blood trickling down his face, jaw, and throat. It seeped into his shirt, quickly spreading across his chest in a sea of metallic silver. Wooden debris littered the floor in thick chunks, forcing me to pause. I was almost certain there had once been a table where Orion was standing. “You’re a pathetic, cowardly bastard—” Azrael launched himself across the room, his fist connecting with Orion’s already twisted nose. A sickening crunch sounded, and I flinched. Azrael’s fists blurred as he landed a flurry of blows to Orion’s face and body
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Blakely “You’re ours after this,” He growled, “I’m never letting you go, Blakely. None of us are.” Magic danced within his eyes as he slowly lowered me onto his cock. I held my breath, only relaxing when he began whispering in my ear, murmuring things no one had ever dared say to me before. We watched, both our eyes on the mirror, as his cock stretched me wide. The pain was nothing more than a steady burn, drowned out by the pleasure of being filled entirely. When he moved, lifting me but a few inches, I gasped at the overwhelming sensation nipping at my every nerve ending. I could only watch, my eyes half-closed, as he began thrusting. “Goddess, you’re taking my cock so well, little wolf. I knew you would. I fucking knew—” His voice trailed off, his words becoming incoherent. The sounds he made would be forever burned into my mind. With every movement, his powerful thighs clenched. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from him, wanting to memorize every inch before I fell into oblivion
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Blakely I awoke with hands fisted in the sheets, and a tongue greedily lapping at my clit. My eyes snapped open, meeting Azrael’s from where he knelt between my legs. Growling against my flesh, he lightly skimmed his teeth over my clit, sucking it into his mouth. With a gasp, I tumbled headfirst into an orgasm that had me crying out his name. Very lazily, with a hint of smugness I could feel with every flick of his tongue, he continued eating me out. “You—” I gasped, breathless and satiated. Fuck, I couldn’t even form words. He pulled away with a satisfied hum, licking his lips in a way that had my body prepping for round two. Those pouty lips of his twisted into an innocent smile. “I woke up cuddling Draco. It was very traumatizing, and I needed comfort.” Clearly, something was wrong with me because I should’ve been angry with him for playing with me while I was asleep, but all I could think about was the greedy way he devoured me, so desperate for more that he couldn’t help b
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Blakely Two hours had passed since I’d dropped to my knees for Draco, and I couldn’t bring myself to banish the sight of him, his head thrown back and lips parted, from my thoughts. Never had I felt so in control, so powerful. Biting down on my lip, tasting the remnants of him on my tongue, I thought back to the feel of his fingers tangling in my hair, so painfully gentle as he slid my mouth down his thick cock. The sounds he’d made were burned into my memory, blotting out the low tenor of Azrael’s voice as he and Orion led me deeper into town. I’d barely been able to fit my mouth around him. For several minutes, I teased him mercilessly, dragging my tongue over every curve and vein, all the way down to his balls. If he’d noticed my inexperience, he didn’t comment. Mere seconds after spilling into my mouth with a deafening roar, he flipped me onto my back, and shredded the gown I wore in two. I had just enough time to suck in a gasp before his tongue was buried in my pussy, devou
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Blakely He carried me over to the nest of pillows, gently seating me beside him before reaching for the platter of sweets. There was a playful twinkle in his eye when he plucked a sweetcake from the platter. “Azrael was willing to fight me for these. He calmed down when I told him they were for you.” Draco raised the pastry to my lips. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist, “I don’t know how to do this.” He cocked his head, “You do not know how to eat a sweetcake?” “No,” I laughed, “I don’t know how to let someone take care of me. It’s never happened before. It feels strange,” I confessed. “Strange, but nice.” Understanding warmed his eyes, “Lycan instincts are stronger than that of wolves. We take care of our mates. We cherish them, put them above all else. Lunette will always be my Goddess, but there is nothing more important than you. It is my honor to take care of you, if you’d allow it.” My heart stumbled in my chest, warming to the point of pain. When did this big, softie
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Blakely The ballroom shone in an array of colors, each one a blur as we entered at the top of a grand staircase overlooking the crowd of gawking patrons. Orbs of faelight hung suspended in the air, swirling around the room without rhyme or reason. One-by-one our names were called, followed by the titles belonging to each deity. I couldn’t help but notice as they approached the stairs, they were handed their own individual envelopes, sealed with an oval of crimson wax, along with a mask. I’d thought it was odd that Casimir and Drefan would host a masquerade, but prohibit the guests from bringing their own masks. As it became our turn, I finally saw the method behind their madness. Not only did the masks they handed us match our attire, but each one was embellished with details that seemed tailored to who we were. Azrael’s had wolves leaping along the silver material, howling at a moon just out of sight. Draco’s was similar, though his wolves were larger, interwoven with wisps of da
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