Page 1 of Killian
Chapter one
Killian Yael Di Gatti
Erebus and I had an on-again-off again something. He liked my cock, and I appreciated getting laid. Mates were far and few, and I’d ended up without one. All the possibles were taken.
The fight was over, our biggest enemy was dead, and the other gods wanted to party. Ere wanted to fuck. Hadn’t seen him since I became the Guard to the King of The Prides, and it had been a long, dry month. We’d gone back to my room at Bonnie House, and he was kneeling on the bed as I slammed into his ass. He loved it rough.
Foreplay for us began in the snarky comments we volleyed back and forth in a room full of people who couldn’t hear us. Touches were next. He’d walk past me and slide his hand over my stomach. Tonight, he’d backed me into the coat closet and kissed the hell out of me right after the fight before we went our separate ways to make sure we had time to get naked. When everyone was occupied, he snatched me away.
It was harder to sneak off at Lighthouse because I was interrupted a lot. Moving into Bonnie House, where I had my own room, was more promising, but Ere hadn’t talked to me until tonight. Before that, we met in the apartment above Talley’s Garage, where he had pretended to live. My room didn’t have the odor of grease that had permeated every square inch of space. This was the first time in a long time we were in a clean room with a bed.
I roared with my release, and his forehead hit the mattress, his knees shaking. I eased out slowly and rolled him over, grinning because the god was still hard. He was taut as a bow when I sucked his cock into my mouth. Fingertips dug into my scalp, and his hips rocked in opposite time to my rhythm. His cock swelled, and I swallowed it all as he pulsed into me.
“Perfect,” he panted.
Sweat now matted my curls to my forehead, and Ere brushed them out of my eyes with his free hand. He offered me his wrist and I took it, drinking greedily.
“That’s it,” he murmured, prodding my cheek. I eased my fangs out when I had my fill, and he closed his own wounds. He’s drawn the line there, keeping us from being mated. I didn’t ask why. It didn’t matter. The gods had lovers, whom they fed and fed from. I just happened to be his— or one of them, at any rate. “Get dressed, we have to go back.”
“We?” I backed off the bed and headed into the bathroom to wash. We were both still half-dressed, at least. We’d lost our shirts and ties to the floor, and our coats were draped over a chair. I cleaned my cock and shoved it back into my underwear. I was still semi-erect. I usually had to cum twice to be fully sated, but we didn’t have time for that.
“We will finish, Killy,” he said as he helped me into my shirt. “Axl Donadieu is dead, and Fate discovered the body.” He helped me into my coat and held up my burgundy suede Pumas. “Theselook much better,” Ere said as he stood back to examine his handiwork.
I laughed. “Thought you didn’t want anyone to know about me.”
“Those that do are the only ones present.”
We counted spaces to the ballroom of Soul House and stopped.
“Killy, Darling?” Thesis waved a handkerchief at me. Fate stood with her, Enzo off to one side. Pax stood beside him, hands shoved into his pockets. Erebus leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the room, separating himself from the guilty parties.
One ashy effigy of Axl Donadieu still wore the tux, fingers clutching a flask.
“It was an accident, really,” Enzo said. “I just grazed him, and here we are.”
Why did they always involve me when they fucked something up?
“We do not!” Thesis gasped.
I raised my eyebrows. “Should we start with-”
Ere counted spaces to me and pressed his finger to my lips. “This is a minor thing, really. You can be King.”
I didn’t want to be King.
“You have to,” Thesis shrugged.
“Why?” I looked at Fate. If anyone knew the answer to that question, she did.
“Oh, very well,” Fate muttered. “The late King Kelly MacLaden was your brother. There. I said it. Your mother, Delilah, had an agreement with your father. One you and one him,” she waved her hand around as if the motion explained. It didn’t.
“My mother had a thing with-”
“Destin,” Thesis supplied.
“Destin MacLaden, grandfather of Cassandra?” I raised my eyebrows.
“She did. He needed an heir. Preferred men, you see,” Fate shrugged.
