Share
Chapter 65
Jane DoeIn This Chapter: Azrael: God of the Wolves. Orion: God of the Mages. Draco: God of the Lycans. Hemlock: God of Poison. Lunette: Goddess of the Moon.
Related chapters
Curse of the Wolves Chapter 66
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
Curse of the Wolves Chapter 67
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
Curse of the Wolves Chapter 68
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
Curse of the Wolves Chapter 69
Blakely As the carriage rolled down the winding cobblestone streets of Bargainer’s Bay, I found myself brushing back the silken curtains lining the window to my left to peer out at the sprawling city in the midst of an ethereal dusk. Darkness lingered around every corner, growing deeper with each passing moment the sun continued it’s course across the sky. With each bump, my behind dug into the padded bench seat, drawing my attention to the acute soreness between my legs. As though he knew where my thoughts had strayed, Draco’s eyes darkened. The massive Lycan God sat across from his brother’s and I, taking up the entire bench on the far end of the carriage. Try as I might, I couldn’t help but trail my gaze over every inch of him, my body clenching and unclenching. Each Wolf God was dressed to the nines. Silken undershirts, each a different hue plucked straight from the night sky, overlaid with velvet jackets etched in sparkling silver. Azrael’s was a violet that bordered on maro
Curse of the Wolves Chapter 70
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
Curse of the Wolves Chapter 71
Draco One look at the tiny goddess and I could tell she knew that someone—a soon to be dead someone—was after her. I stepped closer to her side, watching from the corner of my eye as Az and Orion vanished into the crowd, off to complete their respective tasks. Fucking Casimir and Drefan. Of course they’d turn a night of celebration into a dangerous quest. We were fools for thinking they’d tell us where their mother’s library was without jumping through hurdles in return. With their collective magic woven into the air and into the very papers clutched in our hands, I had to choose my words carefully. Placing a finger beneath her delicate chin, I turned Blakely’s face to meet my calm stare. “I will keep you safe.” I promised her, praying to Lunette she’d understand. Her smile was soft, and so blindingly beautiful that I had to blink to clear my mind of her influence. “I know, big guy.” As much as I hated putting distance between us, I had to if I were going to complete my task. P
Curse of the Wolves Chapter 72
Azrael Turning away from Blakely, allowing her to walk into the mouth of the beast with only Draco as back-up, was harder than the year I spent in that dark, dank cavern being tortured half to death. And being tortured royally sucked. Every muscle in my body was coiled, tense beneath the suffocating silken shirt I had on. The beast prowling beneath my flesh stretched, it’s hackles raising as it fought the urge to protect our mate. Despite what I wanted—what we both wanted—we had a task to complete. Swiping a goblet off a passing tray, carried by a fire sprite, I brought it to my lips and winked at the tiny, flaming being. It glided away, releasing a giggle that sounded like crackling embers. Downing the contents in one gulp, I skimmed my tongue across my teeth and peered down at the paper fisted in my hand. It read: “God of Wolves, there is something you must do. An item to recover, a stone so bright and blue. Be swift, be careful, tread light on your feet. For your target i
Curse of the Wolves Chapter 73
Orion I wiped my mind of all things poison—or at least, I tried to—as I turned and waltzed across the ballroom in search of my target. Fuck, why did she have to look the way she did? Countless Gods and Goddesses here, all of them ancient and ethereal, and she somehow managed to surpass them all. Just looking at her gave me the urge to blink, as though I were staring into pure moonlight. Never in all my years had I been so conflicted. Poison—Blakely—was my mate. I could feel the truth of that statement reverberating in my chest. Mine, mine, mine, my wolf snarled. Only, she wasn’t ours. I’d ruined things between us. Monumentally fucked up what could’ve been. On one hand, I wanted her. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything. More than I’d craved the freedom of having my curse broken. On the other, I knew I didn’t deserve her. Besides, what did I have to offer? Who in their right mind would want the broken, jagged pieces of a pessimistic God’s heart? What could I give someo
Latest chapter
