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