God of Fury (Legacy of Gods #5) by Rina Kent

We’re both panting, our chests slick with sweat as we bask in the moment, our ragged breathing echoing in the air.

The only other sound is the rain beating down on the ceiling.

A droplet of sweat rolls down his brow and falls on the corner of my mouth. I dart out my tongue and lick it then bite my lip. Nikolai’s eyes rage a dark blue as he expels a large breath.

“Fuck. I missed your ass. I love how it swallows me whole. Mmm. Can you feel how you’re welcoming me home?”

“Ummfuck…”

“You’re my favorite fuck hole, baby.”

“S-shut your mouth, Nikolai.”

“Make me.”

I grab a handful of his hair and tug him down, smashing his lips with mine.

It’s a mess of tongues, teeth, and lips as he drives into me. Slow and shallow at first, but the longer I kiss him, the faster he finds his rhythm and pounds me like a madman.

The back and forth of his abs creates friction on my rock-hard dick, milking it until precum splutters all over us.

Through it all, he doesn’t stop kissing me, doesn’t stop binding me to him one thrust at a time.

My body is a mess of overstimulation, but it’s my battered heart and nonexistent soul that are fucked over.

I dig my fingers in his back, feeling my balls fill up and my cock ready to burst.

Nikolai pulls away from my lips and reaches between us, then squeezes my cock, his thumb pressing savagely on the tip.

“Don’t come until I tell you to.”

“Fuck… No…” I tug on his hair, wiggling my arse to chase the pleasure. “I’m going to come…”

“Not yet.” His thumb blocks my opening as he goes harder, his piercing brushing against my sensitive spot with every thrust.

I thrash on the mattress, mumbled voices slipping from my throat as the pleasure builds to an exasperating high.

“Niko…please…please…fuck…”

I want to come. I want to come. I want to come.

The thoughts repeat in my head like a chant. My vision becomes blurry and I let out what sounds like a pathetic whimper.

“Let me come…please…please…” I’m begging at this point, my whole body tightening, my abs contracting, and my balls aching.

“Say you missed me.”

“W-what?”

“During the time we were apart, tell me you fucking missed me. Even if it’s a lie, say it.”

“I did…I missed you… I missed you so fucking much.” I feel a rush of air whooshing out of me with the words.

I don’t think I’ve ever said anything that I felt to my core like those words.

Because yes, I missed him. I missed him to the point of insanity. I missed him until I couldn’t breathe.

And the only reason I can suck air into my starved lungs is because he’s touching me again.

“Come for me, baby.” He releases my tip and squeezes my balls.

“Ummfuck…Niko…fuck…I’m coming for you…” My cock jerks and my cum splatters all over my abs, his hand, and the sheets. Everywhere.

“Love it when you make a mess.” He thrusts faster, his muscles tightening and a vein popping in his neck. “I love it when you come.”

“Umm…” I’m still groaning, riding my orgasm as my cock slowly withers to half erect.

“Wanna know what you look like when you come?” He speaks against my lips, his breath stroking my skin and his intense eyes swallowing me in their depths. “You look like fucking mine.”

My cock twitches, trying to force its way back to life as he bites my lower lip and fills my arse with his cum.

He comes hard and he keeps coming, until I milk him of every last drop.

Our slick chests press together and I glide my fingers into his half-damp hair, bringing him closer and wrapping my legs around his waist.

Then I do what we both love.

I kiss him deep and hard, trying to brand myself under his skin so he’ll never leave me again.

Nikolai pulls out of me and I can feel cum dripping onto the mattress. But before I can fall into that sensation, he wrenches his lips from mine and flips me onto my stomach.

I glance behind me and my lips fall open at the decadent desire shining through his eyes.

Blood rushes to my groin and my cock stands at full attention.

“Get on your hands and knees, baby. I’m going to fuck you again. This time, like an animal.”





24





BRANDON





After a long battle with the image in the mirror, I manage to cut eye contact and drag myself out of the bathroom.

The more intense the pleasure, the more crippling the pain.

The longer I forget, the more cruelly my head torments me.

But I’m done with my daily dose of self-loathing now. I’m fine.

Probably.

Hopefully.

I step into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my middle and another one drying my hair.

My feet come to a halt when I don’t find Nikolai waiting. Usually, he’d be doing push-ups, punching the air, or pacing like a caged lion.

Though he did say he’d take a shower in the second bathroom down the hall. Maybe he also takes long showers.

I put on a pair of his shorts and a gray T-shirt, then pause when his cologne fills my nostrils. My fingers bunch the cloth and I lift it to my nose to drag in a long inhale.