God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods #3) by Rina Kent

Some of them are completely new to me and I researched each and every one of them the last time I opened the app. Let’s just say I’m slightly traumatized by some.

Like I’m sure others would be if they were to see me click Primal Play.

I agree with the disclaimers that say I should know this type of kink is one of the most sensitive and to read more about it in the link they’ve attached.

I visited that link another time, but it was nothing compared to all the reading I’ve been doing about the topic since I started noticing how different I am.

Thank you for your interest in ‘Primal Play’. Reminder, all our members submit clean STD tests periodically, but we suggest using a condom during any act. Your sexual safety matters.

That makes sense. I did select that I’m on birth control when I signed up the first time, so they already know that. After I click on ‘I understand’, I’m directed to the following page.

Please take your time to answer the following questionnaire as attentively as possible so we can select the right partner for you.

Would you like to be the one performing primal play or the one to have the primal play performed on?

Performed on.

Do you want your partner to be a man, a woman, or non-binary?

Man.

Body type?

Muscular.

Blond(e), Brunet(te) or other (please specify)?

Brunet.

Do you want your partner masked or not?

I hesitate before I click on Masked.

It’s true that I’m showing this part of me, but maybe we’re not ready for face-to-face yet.

I click on I’ll be masked, too, during the act.

Height preference? Please select from the list below. Click on ‘none’ if you have no preference.

I click on 1.95 m. Landon’s exact height.

Clothes?

No Preference.

Tattoos?

Yes.

Lan has some, but they’re hidden.

Setting?

No Preference.

Time?

After sunset and before midnight.

Day?

No preference.

Safe word. Upon saying this word, your partner would halt the act immediately.

Smoke.

Enter your limits below (please be as specific as possible).

Gagging. Drugging. Any use of an enhancement drug.

Those are the only things that make my skin crawl. They bring back memories of when I breathed wrong, existed wrong, and fought but found no way out.

After I review my selection, I click Submit.

Thank you for your selections. We’ll notify you once we’ve paired you with a compatible partner. Please note that this process might take a while until we’re confident we’re able to satisfy your choices.

That makes sense.

I spend a few more minutes reviewing and rereading my answers to make sure everything is correct. I’m about to exit when a red dot appears at the top of the screen.

I click on it and freeze.

Congratulations, we have found a partner with your specific criteria. We’ll temporarily share your location with your partner during the hour(s) you decide the act will happen.

Details of the meeting are below. If you wish to reschedule or cancel, click here to do so.

I scroll down to the details, my heart hammering so hard, I think I’ll faint.

This is really happening.





4





CECILY





“Where are you going?”

I come to a halt in the middle of the living room, plaster a smile that’s awkward at best, and face my best friend, Ava.

She’s staring at me with a hand hiked up on her waist. Ava is blonde, slender, and the cliché of a bombshell social butterfly.

No clue how someone like her became friends with someone like me. I’m a year older than her but feel like I’m a generation away. Where she’s loud, I’m reserved. Where she’s extroverted, I’m introverted. Where she’s searching for trouble at a club, I’m all for quiet nights in.

But I guess it’s our differences that have made us gravitate toward each other since we were kids.

And this is about the worst time to be caught by her.

“A night walk,” I say coolly. Definitely not sounding suspicious at all.

Not.

Ava’s eyes narrow to slits, barely allowing any of the blue to peek through. “You’re going to do something fun without me, aren’t you?”

“No.” My voice is high-pitched, uneasy, and sounds absolutely terrible.

“You totally are.” She headlocks me teasingly. “How can you leave me all alone? Do you have it in your heart to let me flounder in misery by myself?”

I poke her in the ribs. “Stop being needy.”

That only makes her tighten her hold on me, nearly choking the living hell out of me.

The door to the flat opens and in comes a pretty doll in a beautiful purple dress with matching flats and hair clips.

Annika, our fourth roommate and a new friend, pauses at the scene, frowning slightly before she grins and speaks in an American accent, “What’s going on?”

“This bitch was going to betray us and wander out alone for fun times.”

Annika’s eyes widen. She’s the brunette version of Ava, only seventeen—going on eighteen, as she likes to remind us—and is the personification of a people person.

Always kind, smiling, never makes others feel unwanted or uncomfortable, and has the energy of a butterfly on steroids.