I sat up in the bed as Aphelion crawled towards me. I was already wet with anticipation. After everything that happened today, I was ready to lose myself in his arms and make him mine. The moment he hovered above me, I reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers shaking with excitement. I wanted to see all of him; I wanted to admire the beauty that he hid beneath his clothes. With each button that came undone, my heart pounded wildly in my chest. Finally reaching the last button, I shoved his shirt over his shoulders and began to admire Aphelion. He was perfection, from his blazing red hair to his piercing green eyes and his beautiful bronzed skin coating every inch of his toned body. His build was smaller than Miles's, but I could tell weight lifting was one of his passions. I ran my hands down his broad shoulders, squeezing his firm biceps.
"Like what you see, Princess?" Aphelion asked, a cocky smirk on his face,"Just shut up and kiss me," I replied as I lifteLast night was torturous. I was ready to tear into Luka for even insinuating that I had a problem with my mate having demon blood. Miles and Samael were barely holding us back from attacking each other, and then we heard the sweet sounds of Katrina in the throes of passion. We all froze when we listened to the noises coming from her room. While Luka and I were having a pissing contest, Aphelion had snuck off to comfort Katrina, and comfort her he did. All night long. That lucky fucking bastard. Once the moans started, it didn’t take long for us to go our separate ways. Samael, Miles, and I ran to our rooms, and Luka ran out of our quarters like the floor was on fire. I wonder if Miles and Samael’s cocks were as sore as mine this morning. Every time Katrina and Aphelion started up again, I ended up with a painful erection, my cock already oozing with precum before taking it in my hands. Just thinking of her sweet moans has me hardening again. I switch the hot water off in the sh
Beckett was right. The moment I felt the sea air hit my face, I felt a sense of peace that I hadn't felt since learning that I had killed Grace and Jack. Watching Beckett teach his class and how he moved from one form to the next was like watching the waves crash into each other, absolutely mesmerizing. I was a little worried about coming out with Beckett this morning. I knew he saw all demons as monsters, and I wasn't sure what it would do to our relationship, but it doesn't seem to bother him, and if it does, he hasn't commented on it yet. I know we will have to talk about his views on demons, but right now, I want to enjoy the calming sounds of the waves crashing into each other. "I told you, you would enjoy it," Beckett remarks as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I let my head fall back against his shoulder as I stare at the water on the bottom of the cliff. "I didn't picture you as an I told you so kind of guy." "There's a lot you do
The week flies by in a blur. Miles is still ignoring me, so I haven't invited him back into my bed, and Aphelion left Wednesday to go and speak with his father. Zeus wasn't happy to learn from Hermes that Aphelion had called off his engagement to Hilda without consulting him first. From what Beckett had told me, there was no tension between Thor and Zeus and talks of an uprising. Speaking of Beckett, he and I have encountered a hiccup in our relationship. He still despises Luka passionately, and I want nothing more than to spend time with him, even if he is my professor. Beckett claims it's the bond we've formed that is causing me to want to be near Luka. But I have a feeling it's more. Before our magic bonded, I felt an unexplainable connection to my professor. I want to get to know him on a more personal level. Beckett has outright forbade it. Hence the standstill in our relationship. It angers me that Beckett feels like he can control me, but I won't go against him. If there
I AM SHOCKED when I open my eyes; you know how the books describe the underworld as dark, devoid of all life, and ransacked by restless souls? Yeah, that’s an outright lie. Instead, the underworld reminds me of Venice. From what I can see, four great rivers run through the underworld, and they’re joined together by a fountain that seems to be located right in the middle of the kingdom. Further off in the distance, I can see a castle made entirely out of white stone, although there are green vines with purple flowers that run up the palace walls. Beside each river, there are signs indicating the towns; Acheron, Cocytus, Phlegethon, and Lethe. Each city was designed differently than the rest. “Will we have time to visit the towns?” I ask Samael after admiring what I could see of the underground.“If you wish to look around, I’ll take the time to do so.” Samael replies, “But first, let’s go to the castle. Once we get settled in our rooms, we can head to the archives; the
Once again, I was in awe of the underworld. The archives were set up like a vast library, similar to the one Belle was obsessed with in Beauty and the Beast. The shelves started six inches off the ground and went until they reached the vaulted ceiling. Each bookcase had ten frames, and the bookcases were lined up side by side from one long wall to the next. Each shelf was lined with leather-bound books; glancing at them; I could tell they were arranged by title and publication date. The titles of the books were written in a language I couldn't decipher. Still, Samael seemed to know what he was doing as he walked to the far right corner of the library, grabbed one book, and then went to the opposite corner on the left side, holding another. "Are you coming?" He asked, looking back at me as he began to descend a spiral staircase that I hadn't noticed before. "Not yet, but I will be soon," I muttered under my breath before I plastered a smile, following Samael down the stairc
"You want my blood?" Katrina asks me, looking at me as if I'm crazy. "I just need a little bit," I respond. "Just enough to coat the crest in front. Katrina glances at the front of the book; there's a small shield pictured above the book's title. The shield is the emblem of the demon race, with the four demon leaders portrayed on it. "I'll just prick your finger with a needle, and then you just have to rub it over the crest," I reply as I turn my attention back to Katrina. A few minutes ago, her cheeks were flushed pink from her recent orgasm; now, those same cheeks look pale. "Are you okay, Katrina?" I ask as I tuck my thumb under her chin and have her look up towards me. "I...I'm... fine." She stutters, "It's just, needles scare the fuck out of me."Now it's my turn to give her a skeptical look, "But you have multiple piercings." I responded. Her face makes me feel like I've kicked a puppy. She's fidgeting with her hands, and I can tell she's nerv
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the sweat dripping down on my face as I concentrated on controlling my heavenly light. I knew my power wouldn't kill Samael, but I was still nervous that I would harm my mate. "Katrina, I can feel your anxiety from over here. Your magic will be uncontrollable if you don't calm your nerves." Samael said, stating the obvious causing me to roll my eyes in annoyance. "Could you just leave the room for a minute?" I asked, knowing if I weren't worried about hurting him, I would be able to control my powers. "You need to learn how to control your powers around others, Katrina. Now is the perfect time to practice. I am a God, babe. A full-blooded God, your power, while it'll hurt, I will heal quickly, especially with my mate nearby. Just breathe and concentrate on the book." Okay. I can do this. I took a deep inhale, 'Katrina, you are a badass. You can do anything you set your mind on.'I slowly exhaled as I pointed
“I have to go check on something in Acheron. I’ll leave you here to get ready.” I said, smiling down at Katrina as we stopped at my bedroom door. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Katrina asked as she ran her fingers through her beautiful blond hair.“It’s official business within the underworld kingdom. I can’t take you with me until you’re legally considered the Queen of the underworld.” I lied, hoping she wouldn’t be able to tell. “Oh, Okay.” She replied, not bothering to hide the disappointment in her voice. “There’s something for you on the bed; I want you to wear it tonight for dinner,” I whispered into her hair and pulled her towards me, giving her a tight hug. Her face lit up with a smile at my mentioning of a gift, making me wonder how often she received gifts growing up, probably not very often. That would be something I would be rectifying. I will shower my little mate with gifts for the rest of her life. I watched Katrina wal
When Katrina walked out of the fitting room, I couldn't help but let my eyes travel over her leisurely, my pants tightening against me as I took in the sight. She was absolutely stunning. Somehow in the short amount of time she'd been in there, she'd managed to change her entire out, french braid her hair, and apply a few light touches of makeup. "Do you like?" She asks, spinning around in her heels, her sundress whipping up around her, flashing her tiny white lacy thong. This time I couldn't help but let out a growl as I stalked toward her. "Are you hungry?" I ask, towering over her. "I could eat." She replies breathlessly. It's the only answer I need as I pick her up, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist as I walk us back into the fitting room. When the door shuts around us, my cock is already out of my pants, and her panties are pushed off to the side. I have her shoved up against the mirror, so I can use one hand to hold her up while my other hand reaches between he
We've reached the beach before Miles has had a chance to respond to my statement, and when he sets me down on the sand, I notice two things. First, my dress is completely dry and looks like I'd just put it on, making me love Cupid even more so than I did before. If I were looking to add another member to my group, he'd be my first choice. A girl needs a man who knows clothes in her life. Although Cupid seems like the free lover type, someone who can never be tied down, and my plate is already full with than men I have in my life. Speaking of men, Miles biting his lip and looking nervous is the second thing I notice. "What's wrong?" I ask nervously, instantly worrying he was keeping something else from me. "We sometimes forget that you weren't born into the Divine World." Miles states, piquing my interest even more, "While having sex with all of us created a bond, it wasn't a binding bond." He states, shifting from one foot to another. "But you said that first night that if I had se
The view is absolutely stunning as I walk out onto the deck following the Cunt-A-Saurus... I mean our hostess to our gazebo, a fucking gazebo, not just some outdoor table, and chairs, but a whole ass gazebo to ourselves. As the hostess side-eyes me some more before she walks away, I can't help but wonder if she's one of the sluts Miles used to fuck. And the term slut isn't something I'd use against any woman who has sex. It's only a term I use toward women who can't seem to realize that the man she's oggling is MATED and that his mate is the other woman she's being snarky with. Otherwise, it's a term of endearment, a word that the female community took back and made our own. I want to confront miss skanky about it, but I don't want to ruin this date, so instead, I shoot her daggers as she walks away, hoping she can feel my laser beams on her back. Miles looks at me like he's expecting me to say something about the hostess's behavior, but as soon as she walks away, I let all my aggres
"And don't think that just because I like Cupid, you're out of trouble, mister," I tell Miles, my head leaning against his muscular arm, proving that my words are just words."I wouldn't dare think that, Kitten," Miles replies, kissing the top of my head as he attaches the pamphlet to the small clipboard and takes the top of the pen."What's that even for?" I ask, pointing toward the paper, trying not to slur my words as I do so.Maybe I should've slowed down on the champagne. My face is already flushed, and the top of my nose feels like it's burning. But it tasted soo good. I don't normally like champagne, but this must be a special variety made by Cupid or one of the other magical...divine...whatever you want to call them beings. The champagne tasted like a marshmallow-coated strawberry dipped in chocolate, and it was so smooth it went down my throat like water. I'd already had two glasses in less than half an hour, and Miles had already poured me another. As tempted as I was to dri
"Is this your house?" Katrina asks as we drive up a long winding driveway."No," I reply, still not giving her any information on what we are doing today, "Are you still not talking to me?" I ask with a smile on my face as I recall her stomping through the garage after me."As much as I don't want to talk to you right now, I figured it would be hard not to since we are on a date, after all." She responds haughtily, arms crossed as she glares back out the window."Remember, Kitten; you're the one who started it," I reply, smirking over at her, drawing her attention to me once more."How so? Your filthy mouth got us into that predicament in the first place." She questions, glaring over at me, which only causes me to smile more.My cheeks are already hurting from how much I've smiled today. I haven't felt this happy in a long time. It's been nice having my mate to myself, even if it has been only an hour so far. I need to make sure I schedule a monthly time slot for time alone with Katri
"What do you mean I can't wear this?" I ask, gesturing to my stretchy ensemble. "You picked it out for me.""The shorts barely cover your ass, babe, and your tits are barely contained in that top." Miles replies, "You in that outfit, it does things to me. Instead of taking you out on our date, I'm going to drag your ass to my room caveman-style and claim your body as mine over and over again."There goes my traitorous cunt weeping once again for his cock."And what would you like me to wear, Hurricane?" I ask, dropping my new nickname for him."Hurricane?" Samael questions."Isn't she the one named after a Hurricane?" Aphelion asks."What the hell type of nickname is that?" Beckett chimes in.I can hear Luka chuckling in the background and it gives me hope that at least one of my mates gets my reference."Just don't ask." Miles replies exasperatedly to his cousins, before he turns toward his room, quickly returning with one of his shorts and a pair of sweats, shoving them into my hand
When Miles woke me this morning, I felt rejuvenated. Last night had been eye-opening. My body was still sore this morning from the pounding it had taken last night, and my clit was throbbing, but this is the first time since coming to power that I've felt like I am in control of my body. I'm no longer afraid that I'm a ticking time bomb. My men and anyone else I'll come in contact with will be safe...at least from my demonic side. My angelic side is still unknown to me, but I've only been afraid of my Divine Light, and I have that under control now as well."Kitten," Miles called soothingly, whispering gently in my ear as he rubbed my back, "It's time to get up.""What time is it?" I ask as I roll of my stomach, tossing Beckett's arm off me in the process, which causes him to groan before he covers his head with the pillow."Early," Miles replies, taking my hand and pulling me the rest of the way out of bed."What's on the agenda today?" I ask, stretching my arms over my head and twis
Letting Katrina take the dominating lead is tough, to say the least. It goes entirely against my Alpha personality. Miles struggled a little at first, too, giving Katrina the reins, but he doesn't seem to mind since he isn't the one getting punished. Fuck. That little minx. I should've expected her to retaliate as soon as possible. I just didn't think I would be the only one punished. And using edging as a punishment until she learned control wasn't even fucking my idea. Miles came up with that idea all on his own. Fucking fucker. Although I can't say I didn't enjoy it, which is probably why I'm the only one being punished. And so I retreat to my chair, discarding my clothes before I do so. Even if I can't get off with my mate, I can still get myself off watching her get fucked. Voyeurism is another one of my many kinks. "Beckett," Katrina calls, her voice overly sweet, and I know whatever she's going to say will be anything but, "No cumming until I tell you to." She pauses for a min
"You'll get to as soon as you get her under control, Kitten," I reply, standing up from my chair and walking over to her, towering above her. "This cock," I grab ahold of myself, "will be yours to do with as you please. It's not cumming until you do." "Miles," She pleads, looking up at me, "I can't. She's too strong." "Baby," Samael speaks up, tearing his lips from Luka's cock to look at his other mate, "She's a part of you. If she's too strong, it's because you made her that way." "Imagine your succubus," Luka states, looking almost as miserable as Katrina, making me wonder if Samael has been giving Luka a lesson in edging as well, "Once you have her pictured in your mind, imagine that you're trapping her, whether that be a box covered in chains or a prison cell. Once she's thoroughly locked up, imagine her confinement shrinking into the tiniest of pebbles, and then picture that pebble being swept away by the ocean's current." "I feel like I'm on fire." Katrina whispers, her eyes