Page 148 of Vengeful Gods


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In this world, what they’ve given me is a powerful offering indeed. To the Anguis it is symbolic of removing someone’s power, or eliminating their presence. Turning them into nothing more than an empty carcass and reducing them to dirt.

Nestled inside the box is a bloodied lump of flesh.

A cut-out tongue.

While I’m possibly going to gag, there’s an unexpected sensation that washes through me.

It’s glowing and warm and sits somewhere high in my chest.

Not a normal reaction to being presented with a dismembered body part. But it would seem, I really am a creature forged by the Noire legacy. Whether I like it or not.

“Here I’ve been sleeping, and you’ve been busy.” I look up at Raven’s unruly hair and bloodstained face. “Thank you,” I murmur softly.

His energy feels like a reckless storm. Entirely alluring, even though it should be a dire warning to seek shelter.

I don’t know what these men have been up to while I was passed out, but obviously they’ve taken action in my name without waiting around. And this gooey feeling of being protected and cared for has no right to insistently weave through my veins. Yet, it does all the same.

“Come on, let’s get you showered.” Thorne shifts beside me, preparing to scoop me up against his chest. I gladly let him, because my legs are more than a little wobbly.

As I cling to his neck, he walks us toward his bathroom, and over the back of his shoulders my eyes lock with Raven.

“Will you come, too?” I have no idea where the boundaries lie between us. How much he’s willing to listen to my wants, or whether he’s only interested in taking what he needs from my body when he desires or demands it.

Whenever sleep comes to claim me, Ky will hold me trapped against his chest. If I wake during the night I always feel Thorne’s eyes on me. I’m not entirely certain that he sleeps.

But Raven? He’s an enigma. Sometimes, I don’t know if he only stays because Ky is there, and at other times, it seems like he might steal me away and lock me in a tower. Like the day took me to his secret hideaway in the forest.

Asking him this…right now…feels like the edge of something new between us, only I have no idea which way the blade is going to slice as it falls.

He imprisons me with pitch-black eyes for a breathless moment.

Then stalks toward us.

Warm water sluices over our bodies as I rinse away the blood coating my murderous man. I’m surrounded, with Raven at my front while Thorne presses against my back. Both of them are rock-hard. Their impressive cocks press against the softness of my belly and the curve of my spine.

As I trace my fingers all over his tattooed skin, it bubbles into my mind that this is the first time it has been just the three of us together like this.

“I need you inside me,” I whisper up at my wolf, tentatively resting my hands over his tattooed chest.

Thorne brushes my hair over one shoulder and his sinful lips caress the sensitive, damp skin. Of course, I arch my neck on reflex to allow him more access, because I’m far too gone for this man. Too mesmerized for my own fucking good.

“Are you certain…you’re not too sore?” I suspect he knows something I’m missing here, but my neediness wins out…and I like Raven’s brand of pain mixed with my pleasure anyway.

“No. I want you both.” There’s a hunger prowling around inside me that won’t seem to go away. Maybe it’s the after-effect of whatever drug I was slipped last night, but it feels like I can’t ever get enough of them.

Why am I so turned on after they literally gave me someone’s tongue in a box?

My wolf roughly shoves my legs apart with a knee. An ungodly moan escapes my lips.

“Always so desperate for cock.” His crass words set my core alight. “What if I told you all you get is to grind that wet pussy on my thigh until you come? I bet you’d do it just to get yourself off.”

He grips my chin between strong fingers, seizing so hard it stings, holding me captive, devouring me alive with hooded, spellbinding eyes.

I’m besotted with this deadly, tempting man.

“Please.” The word is so soft it’s almost drowned out by the shower.

“You’re going to have to do better than that.” He taunts.

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