65. WEN

Godric must have fast-forwarded here. That, and the way he sounded, doesn’t bode for this chapter in tonight’s fuckfest ending well.

Though, maybe I shouldn’t worry. Godric’s Guard obey him blindly, and he gave his underling a direct, if unnecessarily violent, order slash threat. No way this guy won’t tuck his relatively unimpressive wingspan between his legs and skedaddle.

As if to prove I must never hope for a conflict-free outcome, Isaiah glares at Godric above my head, his eyes filling with a calm sort of derangement. “You have her to yourself most of the time. Tonight, she’s with me.”

A detonation of blinding light and hurricane level winds almost uproot my heart.

Dammit! Godric has exploded his wings out behind me. He shielded me, as always, but as my vision clears, I can see he afforded no such protection to the rest of the dance floor. His shockwave has razed through a far larger radius.

As if he hasn’t caused widespread damage and injuries to the still-oblivious crowd, Godric sounds terrifyingly tranquil as he says, “One more word, Isaiah, and it won’t only be your hand I remove.”

“Back off, you testosterone-poisoned archangelfuckers! I’m so over your dick-comparing contest.” I push at their massive chests, feeling as if I’m sandwiched between two landmasses about to collide. But I keep my eyes on Isaiah. I’ll deal with Godric once I get rid of him. Hopefully in one piece. “And listen here, you delusional dickwad, I’m not with you tonight or any other?—”

He cuts me off as his hand travels up to my neck. “If it’s the leash you like, I have that, and so much more, waiting for you in my quarters.”

Godric takes a single step forward at my back. I feel as if the Earth is teetering out of orbit.

Knowing I have a better chance of stopping it than him, I push harder against his chest, praying he will let me stop him.

He thankfully does. But I’m under no illusion he would for much longer, not if Isaiah keeps dribbling provocations. It boggles my mind that he is, after Godric threatened to relieve him of various—appendages. The probability of this happening is increasing with every word out of his reckless mouth.

I swat Isaiah’s hand away from my neck. “How about you shut the Hell up and piss off? Before this gets ugly.”

Isaiah puffs out his chest, his eyes flashing a muddy-blood hue as he tosses Godric a challenging glance. “Oh, I’m not afraid of him.”

I roll my eyes. “Buddy, the only sane reaction to Godric is that you, your whole species, and their ancestors should be shitting bricks at the mere thought of him. Which means you’re out of your feather-lined mind. Believe me, this is not you talking, it’s the shit you’ve been guzzling. Now get, Izzy!”

Isaiah looks down at me with dark tentacles of frustration writhing in his eyes. My heart stops until he finally nods.

“We’ll continue this later.”

Before I can yell there will be no later, he zooms away.

I’ve barely taken one breath of reprieve, when I’m gathered in power-incarnate arms from behind.

After so long without even an accidental touch, being in Godric’s embrace is still an all-senses blow. Especially since I thought I’d never have it again.

Sagging into his encompassing hold, I let his intoxicating scent and warmth thunder through me as his tongue singes the shell of my ear, and his rumble tases my brain. “If he touches you again, I will rip his hand off, then force-feed it to him.”

His sensual brutality should have alarmed me. It only enervates me with a lethal current of craving, forcing me to arch back deeper into his dominance. “Just what every girl wants to hear, from the Angelhole who shut her out for a whole week, no less.”

“It was either stay away, or destroy everything in my path,” he murmurs as he nips my earlobe, before drawing it into his mouth and sucking.

Crying out at the combo of sharp pain and sharper pleasure, my knees give out beneath me.

He scoops me off the ground, his hands spreading over my breasts and belly, so large they graze both sets of my lips. Then, slowly, intently, he rubs them open.

I’m already so worked up, with his first stroke into my mouth, and between my labia, I feel my whole body surging towards a demolishing orgasm.

But since in my case, that’s a literal thing, it must mean he’s worked out how to get me off in that safe-mode. And since everyone seems to be in their own realm, he must consider it safe in every other way, to do it in public.

My hips buck into his searing touch, and my tongue darts out to lick his tough skin as a ragged moan escapes me. “So you cut me off to protect the Academy and its denizens, huh?”

He rumbles again, sounding like a starved lion. “Indeed.”

Throat swelling and core weeping, I undulate against him, feeling I will come the moment he touches my clit.

The tormentor doesn’t even graze it, his fathomless chuckle telling me he knows my condition, and will edge me to madness.

Hating and loving it at once, I roll my head against his chest as I groan, “So what were you doing, you sadist, when you kept popping up everywhere, but still kept your distance?”

“I was stalking you. I’m always stalking you.” He presses me harder into his power and perfection, making me wish I could slip under his skin, dissolve in his bloodstream. “Did it make you hot and wet, knowing I can’t stay away?” I nod and gasp and tremble with the intensifying desperation for release. “Did you touch yourself in a fever imagining what I’ll do to you when the last threads holding me back finally snapped? As you saw me holding you down, choking you within a hair’s breadth of oblivion as I ripped away your innocence? Did you clamp a fist over your mouth as you screamed in release, imagining me tearing inside you, while you drenched my cock in your blood and come?”

Almost fainting with the vicious blows of arousal, I squirm around, needing to look him in the eyes as he unleashes those wonderfully dirty threats on me—and everything inside me lurches in shock.

His eyes! They’re no longer the cold viridian they usually are, or the forbidding black or crimson he summons on occasion. They’re not the scorching emerald that only I elicit—or even alike anymore! One eye is melting steel, and the other blazing flame!

And he is a foot taller! With the corresponding increase in breadth and mass.

What the fucking Heaven! Is this a Glamor? Or is this his real size? And can he get even bigger?

A lazy smile meets my stunned appraisal, flashing me his dimples of destruction. “If you can forgo the ‘during breakfast’ stipulation, I will do it now.”

I shake my head in confusion. “What the Hell are you talking about?”

“We do have your criteria accounted for; the whole student body to witness my performance, and a DJ to provide the required song.”

“You mean the striptease?” I exclaim.

He nods. “You should have one thing from me, right on this dance floor, before I take everything from you.”

“Take everything …?”

“In ‘rock-this-region, crack-the-Earth-crust sex’? Yes.”

I gape up at him. Though he’s still smiling, which is an worrying sight on its own, I know he’s serious. About doing it. Both “it”s. Right here and now.

Which means …

“Ettu, Brute?” I groan in disappointment. “I thought you’d be the one who’s impervious to being mind-fucked.”

He slams me back into the barricade of his body. “You’re the one who’s getting fucked.”

Instead of being elated that he’s finally giving me what I’ve been dying for, I’m crushed. He’s not disregarding his reservations about fucking me, or has found a way around the consequences. Apparently the only way he’ll have me is when he’s clear out of his fucking mind.

Frustration eats through my nerves as I glare up at him. “As I said earlier, you can go fuck yourself. Me, I’m getting out of this Asylum for the Supernaturally Plastered. Just don’t try to use your current condition as another excuse to postpone starting Phase Two. If you do, I’ll?—”

He raises and lowers me over his erection through our clothes. “What? Tell me what you’d do, my inexplicable, irresistible monster.”

Fighting not to grind back against him, and just spill over the edge, I try to shove at him. “I’ll come?—”

“You indeed will.” He kneads my buttocks open, giving him fuller access to where my core is weeping for him, each press of his fingers a fiercer bolt of stimulation. “Until you can’t scream or convulse your pleasure anymore, and you’re a mess of tears and come.”

“I’ll come find you,” I grit out.

He rocks my soaked pussy along his hardness, expelling my labored breath from my depths, and replacing it with his scorching whisper. “Where?”

“I know where your charging pod is,” I pant into his lips. “If I have to scale Raguel Tower?—”

“All the way to the top this time?”

I push as far as I can within the inescapable prison of his arms. The wicked amusement blazing in his disturbingly different eyes answers my unspoken question. He found out it was me who defaced her way halfway to his nest.

A scoff bursts on my trembling lips. “Of course. I’m the most likely—Hell, the only suspect. It’s not clever that you worked it out. It’s your Heavenly relatives who’re dense.”

His lips spread wider even as he does the same to my thighs. “How did you even get that high up on your first endeavor?”

“Aren’t you the one full of questions now. Want answers?” I shove my face up into his, going for an intimidating scowl. “Be at the Arena at four a.m. sharp—or I’m riding you there by your Life Essence.”

“That won’t be what you’ll ride me by.” He grinds me harder onto his erection. “Now I’m riding you, within a hairsbreadth of breaking you, in the exact spot where your Zaar demanded it of me.”

Though I’m disintegrating for exactly that, I slap at his chest. “You’re doing nothing to me while you’re in this state. I advise you go hang upside down in your roost. Maybe you’ll get that Nephilim-grade shit out of your system faster.”

With that, I break out of his hold, knowing I do only because he allows it. The moment my shaky feet touch the ground again, I flounce around.

I don’t get far. The leash materializes around my neck and tugs, hard.

A shout chokes on my lips as I fly backward, pain and fury exploding in my head, before I plummet to the floor.

For disoriented moments, I lie where I crashed, knees bent and legs pulled up. All I can feel are the vibrations rattling my bones, all I can see is Godric looming above my head, like the monolith of a pagan god.

Before any voluntary functions return, he leaps over me. I gape up as he slows in the air, wings almost black, blazing with his runes and filling the whole world.

I think he’ll sixty-nine me, but he lands beyond my legs, tangling them in his, before he twists. Within the same seamless sequence, he flips me on my belly. And though he was facing the other way, he’s changed direction mid-spin, ending up on top of me, head-to-head.

Ending that impossible tackle, he slams a hand beside my face, sending a crack tearing through the impervious floor. He supports most of his weight on his extended arm, but what he gives me of him is still enough to utterly dominate me.

I lie beneath him, enervated, overloading, as his other hand slips beneath me, cupping one breast and pinching my nipple as his arm bends me backward in a steep arch. His knees spread mine wide, then he starts grinding his erection between my ass cheeks to the feverish tempo of the music.

I no longer have any doubt he will tear through our heavy-duty clothes, and will fuck me, here and now.

“Godric, wait?—”

He clasps his lips to my ear, his ragged rumble ending my choking plea. “Never again, my torment. I’m giving you all of me, and taking all of you, while I still can.”

The catch in his voice on the last words is my undoing. I almost whimper my surrender, spread my knees wider, and beg for his possession, right among the feet of the frenzied crowd.

Only the certainty that he’s sloshed out of his mind prevents me from giving in to the overpowering need. “Godric—please, stop!”

His purr pours into my brain, a dark caress of delirium. “Now that’s something I never thought I’d hear you say.”

“Uhh—under any other circumstances I’d never say it, but?—”

“But you thought you could push and poke and prod me until I broke. What did you think would happen then? That I’d wine and dine you, and take you gently, in a bed spread with rose petals?”

“As if,” I pant, oxygen deprivation starting to set in. “I would take you anyway I could get you, Godawful. Any way but this way.”

“A prude is another thing I never thought you’d be. Your oblivious novice is showing, White.”

“Yeah, rub it in, Angelhole.”

“Gladly.” He thrusts at me with an evil chuckle. “All the way in, my bane.”

Just the thought of him buried inside me makes my hips rise of their own accord, my body screaming for his invasion.

But I can’t give in to its maddened demands. Not when he’s like this.

While he might look like the instigator, if I let him take me now, it would be like taking advantage of someone under the effects of a date rape drug.

“Considering we’re basically in the middle of a twenty-thousand-strong orgy,” I gasp, trying every technique he taught me to get into a less compormised position, and failing. “That’s not what bothers me right now.”

His legs force mine wider apart still, his taunt ringing in my ear. “Then what is bothering you, my Confounding Calamity?”

“That I want you sober, my Drunken Disaster.”

“You think I’m intoxicated? How quaint.” His laugh booms as he angles his grinding to my flowing core in exactly the right place to make me come. Seems he’s decided an orgasm would end my resistance.

Since I know he’s right, I squirm rabidly beneath him until he stops thrusting at me, and allows me some maneuvrability.

I struggle to turn to look up at him. “Think, Godric. You’d never do this if you were in your right mind.”

His hand clamps my neck as the other cups my mound, giving each a squeeze that makes my head spin. “I haven’t been in my right mind since I dragged your scrawny, snarky, sanity-destroying arse into my life, my ruin, and you proceeded to torpedo my ordered existence to kingdom come. I will never be sane again.”

“Right back at you, pal,” I pant as I shove at him with everything I have as his head descends. If he kisses me, I’m done for. “But you still behaved with utmost sanity and control—until you set foot into Noctis tonight. This shit you Angelbloods drink should be banned.”

He takes my hands to his mouth, and starts nibbling and sucking each finger, each nip and pull lodging arrows of pleasure deeper inside me. “I’ll share yet another world-shaking secret with you, my bane. I’m incapable of being in the least inebriated.”

A paint-peeling snort escapes me. “I hate to break it to you, buddy, but you’re way beyond inebriated. You’re fucking hammered, sloshed, wrecked —”

An explosion rocks the whole building, making me gulp down the rest of my synonyms.

My frantic gaze swings to the source. It’s Gideon and Lorcan, in the process of decimating the bar in all-out Melek combat.

My gaze slams back to Godric, and the demand for him to do something, to stop them freezes on my tongue.

He’s no longer smiling. He’s grinning, from ear to ear. And his teeth are sharper and longer than usual.

The realization bursts in my mind and on my lips at once.

“It’s not the drink doing this to you. It’s Angelescence!”