God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

“There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you, eighty-nine.”

“Is that spelled boring?”

“Stay fucking still unless you’re in the mood to take care of the boner you’re giving me.”

I narrow my eyes on the half-tent in my pants. “The fuck is wrong with you, motherfucker?”

“Oh no.” I glare down at my pants. “Fuck no, you fucking fuck.” He twitches again as if saying, “Fuck yeah.” “The fuck are you? A masochist? He said he was straight. Told you to keep your nonsense away from him as if it were an insult.”

He flops down so fast, I curse his goddamned maker. It’s me. I’m the maker. “Fuck you right the fuck off, motherfucker,” I mutter. I don’t fuck with straight guys.

Straight, my ass. Or his, to be more specific—pun totally intended.

Blood rushes to my groin and I mutter, “Fuck you, you fucking fuck. You need help.”

“Of course not. I was having a very frustrating conversation with my dick.”

“You need to check your ego.” He looks down at himself and then smirks. “Perfectly awesome, thanks for asking.”

“Fuck, dude.” I glare down at him. “Make up your mind. Are you easy or hard? Pun intended.”

I get no answer. Naturally. He’s literally a dick.

“Constant state of nudity. Jesus. Chill, my dude. You sound like a judge in court.”

“Eat shit, motherfucker. I’m not a dog. Also, he was the one who was so bored that he started vandalizing shit,” Nikolai says, then speaks to Glyn, “I was dragged out against my will because he refuses to admit he misses you.”

Also, why the fuck does it ache behind my rib cage?

Fuck. Fuck me. Fucking fucker of all motherfucking fucks.

I tighten my hold on his nape and tug on his hair, my voice hoarse. “Don’t…stop…” “Is that don’t stop or don’t and stop?” He falls into a rhythm, dry humping my cock with his until my painful erection strains against my trousers.

He’s just so elegant. So fucking beautiful. The definition of second-best male beauty. The first is me.

This Prince Charming is fucking packing.

Such a gentleman, my Prince Charming. Only he would apologize for that hot-as-fuck show.

“There it is.” The lust in his voice undoes me, shoving me to the edge. “Fuck… I’m gonna come…”

“You definitely made a mess this time. Hot as fuck.”

“You’re going to kiss me, aren’t you?” I ask, my defenses depleted. He grins, eyes shining with mischief. “You know I will.”

“Not gay?” he sneers at me. “Baby, you came three times on my hand, mouth, and fucking fingers. You choked on my cock and came because of a mere prostate fucking. If that isn’t gay, I don’t know what is.”

At the mere thought of my lotus flower, my cock twitches to life, tenting against my shorts. See. He’s still a dick, just not for everyone.

“You might want to fuck off, Kill,” I say over the pressure gathering in my head. “I could actually hurt you.”

“That’s it, Niko. Unleash the fucking crazy.”

Chill, Kolya. Jesus, man. We’re in public. Does he understand that logic? No, because he’s twitching against my pants in pure dick fashion.

“Stop talking and fuck me.” “Mmm. Talk dirty to me.” “I need your cock inside me.” “More.” “I want you to pound me until I’m screaming.” “Fucking more.” “Fuck me until you fill me with your cum.” “Oh fuck. Where did you learn to talk like that?” “From you.”

Lady better stop giving him heart eyes if she’s in the mood to live another day.

“In that case…” Grinning, I take out my phone, go to the post, and type a comment. Nah, not your hunk. Delete this.

😍

Also…” He taps his nape. “You usually have a hickey here. You can’t see it, but whenever you pull your hair up, it’s visible.”

“Okay.” He clutches my shoulders. “I just want you to know that you deserve to be loved in the light, Niko. Just like everyone else.”

♥️

I know that I’ll never let him go. Not even if I burn with him. For him. In him. I’d willingly catch fire if he so much as asked me to.

“I don’t think I’m bi. I’m just gay.”

“Will you be too shocked if I say it’s a man?” Mum’s lips break into a grin. “I knew it.” “Me, too,” Dad says.

“No, it wasn’t. But I knew if I hurt him again, I’d lose you, and that’s not a fucking option.”

Also, I could never pretend you don’t exist, motherfucker. You’re everywhere like goddamn air.”

“Me? He’s the one who threatened me in my own fucking house. He said, and I quote, ‘I’ve seen the way you look at my brother, you uncultured swine, and I’m telling you right now that if you come near him, I’ll break your fucking legs.’”

“Not sure if you noticed it, but I like everything about you—your control-freak tendencies and nagging included.”

“I don’t know. You clearly had a crush. You called him a prince, too. Jayden Adler. NASA Headquarters. DC.”

“So if he did have time, things would be different?” “No. You know why?” “Because I wouldn’t allow it?” “Because I never wanted a prince. I prefer an unhinged motherfucker.” “Hey! That’s me!” I grin so wide, I can see my reflection in his bright eyes.

Unhinged

“Jesus, chill. I can’t believe everyone thinks you’re such a golden boy when you’re, in fact, a fucking control freak.” “You have complaints, baby? You can voice them, but there’s no guarantee I’ll take them into account.”

You have complaints baby

“Family doesn’t get a free pass for everything. I don’t visit with members of my family who piss me off.

“Vaughn?” “The Pakhan’s son. You might have seen him at the initiation. He wore the white mask.”

A man can’t be raped by a woman.

Disgusting

She’s scared of me. Good. “Don’t you fucking dare say his name with your rotten mouth. You don’t mention him. You don’t talk to him, and if you see him, you walk the other fucking way or, so help me God, I will kill you. Am I clear?”

“Bran—” His words are cut off when I snatch the piece of glass from his hand and jam it against my neck.

One demon down. A dozen more to go.