To Kill a God by C.S. Wilde

Chapter 2

When she steppedinto her apartment, Mera found Bast standing in the living room, waiting for her with two glasses of wine. A wooden platter with ham and cheese rested atop the coffee table near the white sofa. She couldn’t help but smile. No matter the hardships in their path, he would always be there for her.

Her perfect hart.

“How was it, kitten?” He handed her one glass, but didn’t wait for an answer before stamping a soft kiss on her lips. “Is Julian feeling better?”

Bast’s touch, his mouth, and his woodsy scent were fresh air to her.

“He’s getting there.”

Tonight, Bast’s silky loose hair fell over the left side of his face. His vest was unbuttoned, and so was the upper part of his shirt, revealing a strong chest made for licking… and maybe a little biting.

By now, Mera’s siren would’ve added something along the lines of ‘Soft biting. Can’t damage the goods’, but her presence had dimmed since her encounter with Azinor.

Not that her siren was gone, of course. They’d always been one and the same, and that hadn’t changed. They were simply more welded together, somehow. Perhaps, accepting her past had caused the change. Perhaps, it’d been something else entirely.

Shrugging it off, she clinked her glass with his before taking a sip. The wine tasted smooth and velvety as it went down her throat. “Hmm, this is good.”

“It should be.” He gave her a cocky grin. “It comes from the best vineyards in Lunor Insul.”

Mera gawked at him. “You guys have vineyards?”

“Of course.” Bast took another sip. “Why do you think Ben is an alcoholic? He took a nightbringer to Al Rhaelli last month, because they have a wine festival that’s supposed to be divine. Last we spoke, he was having so much fun, he refused to come back.”

“That seems right up Ben’s alley.”

“It is. The baku even told me he found his life’s purpose: ‘to become a wine maker in the warm, welcoming bosom of Al Rhaelli’.” His free hand ran along her back. “He’ll probably grow out of it within a year.”

Smiling, Mera leaned her forehead against his chest. “You Dhays and your strikes of fancy.”

He kissed the top of her head, his hand pulling her closer to him. “Despite my attempt to lighten the mood, something is still bothering you. Is it… Julian related?”

Worry and trepidation flowed from his side of their bond, even if Bast had nothing to fear.

“Jules is back at Emma’s. I called her on the way here and she said he already fed a bit, so that’s progress. But I wouldn’t say I helped. Not nearly enough.”

“Ah! There’s my partner who carries the weight of the world on her shoulders.” Hooking a finger under her chin, he lifted her face gently. “You did what you could. That’s all any of us can do.”

He had a point, but that didn’t diminish her guilt. Mera stared at him, dreading what she was about to say next.

“Councilor Adams requested an urgent audience with me tonight. It took weeks for that damn form to reach his desk, and once it finally did…” She shook her head. “He was playing me. He wanted us to stay put.”

Bast spun his glass in small circles, watching the liquid twirl. “So, he denied our request.”

“He did, and also… he knows.”

Mindlessly sipping his wine, he glanced at her while a frown marred his forehead. “Knows what?”

“That I’m a siren.”

The crimson liquid caught in his throat, and he nearly spat it out as he glared at her. “What? Did you tell him? Why would you do that?!”

“Calm down. He’s known since Ruth adopted me. It’s the reason why he denied the request, actually. He’s being overprotective.”

Her hart still stared at her in a panic, his strong chest heaving. Even though he seemed terrified, Bast looked absolutely stunning.

Standing on her toes, Mera pecked his lips. She set both glasses on the kitchen counter, then kissed the curve of his neck. “You know, I had a long day.”

His muscles relaxed, if only a bit. “You’re trying to distract me.”

“And you’re thinking about murdering the councilor to keep my secret.” Her teasing hands removed his open vest and tossed it aside, then went on to unbutton the rest of his shirt. “You forget our bond and our mind link.”

“Halle…” He scratched the back of his neck. “Kitten, I have to keep you safe.”

“I am. Councilor Adams won’t talk.”

A growl rose from Bast’s throat. “Well, we can always go to the isles unofficially, but we would be arrested when we returned to Tagrad. We’d probably be charged with treason, too. Is that a price you’re willing to pay?” he asked as Mara nibbled at his lower lip.

“Yes. You?” She tossed his shirt aside.

In return, Bast removed her black leather jacket, then pulled up her T-shirt and let it fall to the ground. His hooded gaze locked on her lacy black bra, and he licked his lips.

“How could I not join you, min hart?” His eyes glinted with something wild and untamed. “Being up to no good is a talent of mine, you see.”

“It really is.” Standing on her toes, she kissed the edge of his jaw. “Now, how about we practice some stress relief, Detective Dhay?”

Bast groaned, eyes closed while he relished her kisses. “Evil akritana…”

He undid her bra masterfully, then her pants, and faster than she realized, Mera stood there, fully naked.

Bast took a step back to admire her, a certain worship beaming from his eyes. “Mine. All mine.”

Her hungry gaze took in his strong abs below a chiseled torso; the smooth, tanned skin she loved to kiss; and those wild, clear-blue eyes that watched her so lovingly.

Hers. All hers.

She licked her lips when she spotted the massive bulge inside his pants. Stepping closer, her fingers began undoing his belt, her eyes locked on his.

Bast caressed her hair while his free hand went down to her naked ass. “What you do to me,” he breathed.

Once his belt was unbuckled, Mera pulled off his pants and underwear. Soon enough, there he stood, as naked as she was.

Beautiful. Feral.Hard as freaking stone.

Suddenly scooping her up in his arms, Bast winnowed them to her bedroom. He dropped Mera on the mattress, bridging atop her.

His mouth rained kisses along her neck, then her breasts. His tongue twirled around her nipples, before he licked his way down to her crotch. Spreading her legs apart, he glanced at her with eager, wicked blue eyes. Without warning, he sunk his mouth into her most intimate part, his tongue playing with the pearl between her thighs.

“Ah, Bast!” Mera gasped, arching her back as pleasure unfurled inside her.

He ravaged her with his mouth non-stop, barely giving her time to breathe. Heat pooled inside her, shooting up to her head while she clawed at the sheets. Soon, her fingers moved to his head, caressing his locks as he kept attacking her. Already, Mera’s desire dripped down her skin to the bed, her core aching, burning to explode.

Bast’s assault was violent, merciless, and too good for her to bear. She fought against the buildup, but it was useless.

Her eyes rolled back, and just like that, she came undone, roaring out his name as she shuddered harshly. Bast held her hips in place while ecstasy consumed her, his grip hard as steel.

Not willing to let go, his tongue kept twirling around the pebble between her thighs, making her see white. It felt like drowning and breathing at the same time.

“Aaah! You prick!” she bellowed as another wave of pleasure hit her, a scorching storm that swallowed her completely.

Once she returned to herself, Bast let go with a grin. His lips were coated in her juices.

Mera’s body felt like jelly as he crawled up on her. Her hart admired her with complete devotion. “Hearing you scream like that is my favorite thing in this world.”

She wrapped her arms over his strong shoulders. “Then make me scream again.”

Leaning down, Bast kissed her so hard that his teeth scraped the tip of her tongue. Mera tasted herself on his lips, and a moan escaped her mouth, flowing into his.

His hips bucked, and with one hard shove, he plunged into her while drowning her in kisses that made her forget her own name. Gasps burst from her as he slid between her walls.

The muscles on Bast’s back shifted with each slow, harsh trust, and Mera closed her legs around him, if only to feel more of him sliding in and out, in and out… Hell, she might scream again too soon.

“I love you,” she breathed, cupping his cheeks when he increased the pace.

“You’re my life.” He bit the curve of her neck gently, his hips bucking in a frenzy. A resigned moan swirled in his chest. “Mera, you feel so fucking good… Ah…” He hissed through his teeth.

Bast rammed into her, making her bed creak loudly. In the bed’s defense, it had withstood a great deal of lovemaking. Just yesterday, it nearly cracked as Mera rode Bast into his undoing, but much like Mera herself, the wooden frame was tougher than it looked.

Heat shot up to her head while he relentlessly plunged into her, making her see stars. As his hips slammed against her, Mera couldn’t keep her ground; couldn’t control…

“Bast, I think, I…” She didn’t get to finish the sentence.

Once again, she exploded in a frenzy of desire and delight, losing her sense of self, of time and space. She faintly sensed her body thrashing as pleasure took over, her mind spinning.

“Kura, min hart!” Bast snarled with a grimace and let go, filling her womb with thick, warm streams. His muscles clenched and he shook slightly, unloading inside her, his pleasure only fueling her own.

Beautiful. Perfect.

Once they came to, their breaths slowed, but Bast remained deeply sheathed inside her. He leaned down and kissed her lovingly. “I wish we could stay in this bed forever.”

So did she.

“Let this be our forever, partner.” She grinned mischievously. “But I have to say, I’m craving more ‘forevers’ tonight.”

“Then strap in, kitten.” His blue eyes shone with malice, and he gently bit her shoulder. “We’re only getting started.”