Page 14 of Anarchy
This was exactly what I needed. I usually had a healthy social life outside of the library. I missed going out with Ravyn or just by myself. I enjoyed hanging out with the guys. No, I loved it. It just felt like so much shit had happened since Hettie showed up and said she needed help to raise her dead Uncle Seth. None of us had time to just relax.
Yeah, every time we won something, things turned around, and we lost too. We rescued Talvath, then lost Bram. As far as we all could tell, this was a win. Dorian had lost his witch. I knew he had a backup, but probably no one with as near the influence as Silvaria. If he did, they might have gotten busted at the raid on the bank.
I’ll bet that douche fuck wasn’t expecting that.
Reyson managed to get a functioning strobe light on the ceiling of my living room. I guessed that was all Balthazar. We ate like kings, and now we were dancing. I tried to get Ravyn and Killian over here.No onepartied better than my twin sister. She was usually my wing woman and creep detector when I was trolling for dick.
She profusely apologized and promised a raincheck. Ravyn had a lot to do to prepare the museum for the dig in Norway. The Cult of the Aether Sisters was one of the most dangerous covens of witches in our history. The entire supernatural community to put them down.
They trapped them in their fortress and set it on fire. Valentine brought a team of people out there to dig around the burnt-out remains of the fortress most sane people didn’t go near because none of those witches had been given the rites. If people wanted them dead when they were alive, you had to be pretty stupid to want to deal with their ghosts.
Valentine was pretty fucking stupid if he would cheat on my sister.
Still, he found a hatch buried in the rubble that led to a basement of sorts. It was full of skeletons and relics. If a dangerous coven had objects in their secret underground lair, there was a good chance they were volatile. Ravyn had an entire room at the museum specifically to deal with that kind of thing. She was buried in research mode at the moment.
I got it. I wanted her here, but I didn’t want her hurt when she started working with those relics. She sounded more excited about the dangerous shit headed her way than Valentine coming back, even if she dyed her hair, so I was okay with her not being here so I could get some booze into her and set her straight.
Right now, I was enjoying being in a bump and grind fest with four hot men. Reyson danced exactly how you’d expect an ancient god who hadn’t been on Earth in a long time to dance. It was wild and savage. Honestly, he was better than some of the people who waltzed up to me at clubs when the music was pumping, and I was getting my groove on.
We all started mimicking him. It was freeing. I could picture us all on a mountain in front of a fire under the stars dancing to worship Reyson. I knew he’d never ask for that, but I could see it in my mind.
Everyone danced closer to me until I couldn’t keep track of who I was touching or kissing. My body was on fire. Yeah, we were taking five minutes from the demon apocalypse to have a party, but could we take ten to have a little orgy? Dorian was technically boarding a plane right now.
“Guys, would you be opposed to taking this party to my bedroom?”
Gabriel just chuckled.
“Look down, Ripley. We’re all on board.”
I let my gaze travel downwards. They were all dressed in leather for this party, and those trousers were doing little to hide four massive erections. They wanted to play. My horny lizard brain was going into overdrive with the possibilities. Did I have the right toys for this? My collection was pretty big.
Fuck it. I had a god here. He could produce what I didn’t have.
I ripped my tank top off and slung it over my shoulder. I sauntered towards my bedroom and tossed a glance over my shoulder.
“Step into my office.”
11
Felix
Finally, I hadn’t had a good orgy since I died. I knew it was only a matter of time when Ripley started building her coven. Fucking Dorian Gray. This would have happened before now if it weren’t for him. Wanker. It was happening now, and I intended to show my witch a good time.
Ripley liked sexy underthings. She was wearing a red lacy bra today. We all crowded into her bedroom, and I just took her in. She was so fucking beautiful. I ripped the ridiculous leather vest with spikes Reyson had put me in off and took a step towards her.
A very naked Balthazar came barreling out of nowhere and tackled Ripley. How had he managed to get out of that outfit so fast? It was more complicated than mine. I’d given up trying to figure out that vampire. Ripley and Balthazar crashed onto the bed, laughing. Ripley looked over his shoulder and beckoned us over.
We didn’t need to be asked twice. We fell into bed. I was only interested in kissing Ripley. I totally didn’t mind when Reyson and Balthazar wanted to take a break from that to kiss each other because it meant I was only fighting Gabriel for her lips.
I didn’t want to fight Gabriel, though. I was pretty sure Reyson already had plans for Ripley and Balthazar. I desperately wanted to share Ripley with Gabriel. He was a brother warlock, and between the two of us, we could teach each other things from our grimoires and only get stronger.
I nibbled on Ripley’s ear.
“How’d you like to be shared by two warlocks?” I purred.
Gabriel let out a little growl. Ripley arched her back and pulled my hair.
“Lilith, please. I absolutely would.”
