The Book of Azrael (Gods & Monsters, #1)

by Amber V. Nicole

For a moment, I, slayer of beasts, destroyer of worlds, feared her.

More than that, she owned me—and she didn’t even know it.

Dianna was worth it, and I would risk it all for her.

The old ones spoke of absolute peace beyond worlds, beyond realms, and when I held Dianna, I felt it.

“Hey, look at me. You would have to be an ignorant fool not to think you are anything but extraordinary, Dianna.”

I may not have the words to do justice to her or what I was feeling, but I knew if she would let me, I would happily spend a millennium trying.

I had kissed and been kissed thousands of times in my lifetime, but nothing compared to this moment. With the right person, a kiss was so much more than a kiss.

It was addicting to watch her pleasure and know it was only for me.

I felt so powerful, making this god writhe.

I stared at him, stunned anew at his beauty, and knew I would do just about anything to see him truly happy.

There was no hope for me. There never had been.

The world went completely silent without her.

The mere sight of him set my blood aflame as if he stoked a fire deep in my soul—and I wanted it to burn. I wanted more. I wanted him.

We were destined to fight until the sky bled and the worlds shook. But when he touched me, cradled my face as if I were the most fragile, beautiful being in the world, I melted.