God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

“Don’t smile like that, baby. I’m barely stopping myself from jumping your fucking bones. You know I have no self-control when it comes to you.” I stand in front of him and lean over so I’m speaking against his tempting lips. “Why start now, then?”

“No.” I stroke his cheek and he leans into my touch, rubbing his skin on my palm like an eager fucking puppy. Jesus. How can a man be so ruthlessly hot and adorable at the same time? “I don’t want to hide you, Nikolai. I also told Glyn and my friends about us.”

“Baby, you need to stop saying things like that because I’m really never going to let you go now.” “Who says you have to?” “Does this mean…we can be in a relationship?” “I thought we already were?” “We were?”

“It was a secret, but it wasn’t only physical, either, right?” “Abso-fucking-lutely. You really pissed me off when you said that earlier. I love spending time with you whether we’re fucking or not.” “Me, too.” “So we’re going public now? Actually, no question mark, we’re definitely going public. I need everyone to know you’re fucking mine.”

“You are mine, Niko.” I tug on his hair. “I thought we’d established that, hmm?” “Jesus fucking Christ. I love it when you go all possessive on me. I want to eat you the fuck up.”

“There’s no way in fuck I’ll be able to sleep before I devour you, my lotus flower.” “I thought you were worried about my dad?” I smile against his lips and hiss when his thigh brushes against my hardening dick. “We can lock the door. I really can’t keep my hands off you, baby. You drive me fucking crazy. Besides, Kolya hates me and has been acting like a literal dick ever since I deprived him of you.”

“Be right back.” I think he’ll kiss me again, but he grabs my face and brushes his lips on my forehead in a soft, intimate kiss. “I missed you so fucking much, baby.”

My breath hitches when I see him standing beneath the showerhead, facing the wall as water cascades in rivulets down the intricate ink on his back, sliding to the dips in his arse and over his muscular tattooed thighs. He tilts his head back to rinse away the shampoo and his black hair gets glued to his neck, reaching the blades of his rippling shoulders. My lips part as I watch his closed eyes beneath the stream, the sharp line of his jaw, and the dark shadow of his stubble. He’s, hands down, the hottest man that ever walked the earth. I just can’t keep my eyes or hands off him.

My hands freeze as I study the artistic patterns of the lotus flower and make out the elegant font beneath it that reads Property of B. King. He had it inked on the spot that he said was for something special.

“Because this means I love the fucking shit out of you, baby. I can’t live without you and you’re not allowed to leave me.”

“Fucking hell, you’re on a roll today. You’re driving me fucking mental, as you say.”

him. I’m addicted to his taste, to the way his jaw clenches beneath my fingers, the way he growls like he can’t get enough of me.

A burst of pleasure goes through me when he teases that button of pleasure inside me, but through it all, I don’t stop looking at him, watching him, drowning in that enchanting gaze. God, I missed him. I’m never allowing him out of my sight again. He’s mine. Mine. Fucking mine

“Open those beautiful eyes. Look at me.”

He can’t get deep enough or fuck me hard enough. He’s wrong. I don’t need drugs. I’m high on his smell, his touch, but most of all that look in his eyes.

It’s not lust. It’s love. He looks at me like he loves me, and that nearly makes me burst into both pleasure and tears.

I realize with astounding clarity that I’m not fucking him. I’m making love to him.

“Good. Because you’re my property, Niko. You have the ink to prove it.” “And you are mine,”

But I offer him something, just a little truth. “Remember when I told you I hate myself?”

“A long time ago, I did something so fucked up and I never…forgave myself for it. Every time I look in the mirror, I see that version of me, and I can’t stand it. The need to crash and burn it flows inside me every second of every fucking day. That’s also why I stopped drawing people, animals, or anything with eyes. I feel as if they’re my own reflection from the mirror following me everywhere.” I smile with difficulty. “The only reason why I never took a shower with you is because I didn’t want you to witness that version of me whenever I look at the bathroom mirror. I’m sorry.”

“Can you tell me what you did to make you feel that way?” “One day. I just need to get my shit together to be able to talk about it. Can you wait?” “Absolutely, and, baby?” He kisses the top of my head and his next words nearly give me a heart attack. “Even if you hate yourself, I’ll love you for the both of us.”

It’s definitely better weather than yesterday. We had to run for shelter after a sudden downpour, and Bran pulled me into a corner and kissed me shitless. While people passed by. I nearly came in my pants then and there.

The uncle, Aiden, is Levi 2.0 and even told me, “Listen, kid, you hurt my nephew and no one will know where you disappear to, got it?” To which Levi smiled and nodded, so I told them, “I’m not fazed by threats, but I respect that, sir. I’ll do my best to get your approval as long as you don’t meddle between me and Bran.”

Aiden raised a brow at that and Levi grumbled and walked away, but I did catch a glimpse of my lotus flower smiling.

I try not to sulk like I’m twelve because he’s not touching me anymore as I park my back against the old wood and prop my elbows on the railing. I glance sideways at a few swans gliding on the water amongst some ducks.

He looks so fucking attractive in jeans, a polo shirt, and a casual jacket. His Prince Charming hair is in full stylish mode, but there’s something different. It’s his expression.

It’s much lighter now. These past few days, he’s been talking about himself and his family without me having to ask. He took me to his high school and to the places he used to frequent, usually with his brother or friends.

At least he hugs me to sleep and even gets annoyed if we pull apart during the night. I never loved sleeping in a bed until him. And I tested it after we started falling asleep together. It doesn’t work without him. I’m still unable to fall asleep if he’s not there. He calms my demons in mysterious ways and I feel like I can be a lunatic and he’d still embrace me anyway.

All this time, I thought I’d rather free fall into a pit of violence and die in a crash than dedicate myself to one person. I really, really never considered myself monogamous. But it’s been so easy with Bran. In fact, I became possessive of him early on—since I saw Clara’s claws on him—and I needed to have him all for my-fucking-self. So imagine my fucking surprise when I realized I’m not opposed to commitment if it’s to him. Some would argue I’ve been the one chasing him for that purpose from the beginning. If he’d stayed in the closet for another fucking decade, I would’ve probably shoved myself back in again if it meant being with him. I’m that in love with this asshole. Who hasn’t been much of an asshole these past few of days.

Watching my lotus flower smile is a glamorous five-star experience that instantly makes me happy as well. “Are you enjoying my struggle, baby?” “It’s just funny whenever you treat your dick as if it’s a separate entity.”

“Considering that he listens to you more than me, he very much is.” He stares at my crotch and whispers, “Behave, Kolya. I’ll make it up to you later.” “Uh, baby. Kolya has a very important question. Can later be right now?”

He chuckles and teasingly hits my shoulder again. “Behave, both of you. We’re in a...

“Stop sulking. How old are you? Five?” “I was just thinking, we can go back to your room so I can eat you up before your dad comes back from work.” “Nikolai Sokolov.” He mock gasps, pretend...

“Says the guy who woke me up with his lips around my cock at five in ...

His smile drips with seduction. “Well, I had to convince you to go on a run with me.” “You don’t have to bribe me. I’d run with you anyway.” “Does that mean I have to stop waking you up that way?” “Like fuck you’l...

“Which is why you’re a massive glitch in the matrix. You’re everything I can’t stand and wouldn’t have touched with a ten-foot pole.”