Page 41 of The Devil Takes

Percy gritted his teeth and I could feel the way his cock was leaving a sticky patch on the front of my shirt. I wanted to inhale the sweet musk of his arousal, though I was admittedly confused why his scent was so faint. Maybe it had something to do with suppressants he’d mentioned. A side effect. I didn’t know what exactly they were, but it didn’t take a genius to guess from his words that they weren’t taken for pleasure.

Percy mulled over my words, the tension in his body obvious. Basking in the beauty of his torment, I moved to the other side of his chest, playing with him till every brush of my fingers had him pushing into the touch.

It took a long time for his answer, but when he did, it came in the form of a plaintive whine.

“That is not a yes or no answer, pup.”

Percy gritted his teeth again, clearly annoyed. I liked annoying him. It made him do things like push up against me, his heat brushing against my own, like he was now. I wished then that I was as bare as he was. That I could feel the way our sweat-slick skin stuck together, our heavy cocks pulsing with desire as they ground against one another. A communion of sin and pleasure I had never thought I’d want to indulge in.

“I don’t know.” Percy squirmed.

To reward his honesty, I pressed more insistently between his thighs, the weight of my hips dragging my cock against his to remind him what we both wanted. “If you do not know, then I suppose I made the right choice, don’t you think?”

“By leaving me?”

“By leaving you with a choice.” I was growing tired of this conversation. I wanted Percy’s whines back, even though I’d been the one to force him to speak in the first place. He was fascinating either way, but that didn’t mean I was thinking with my head at the moment.

“Oh…” Percy trailed off, his voice thick with emotion as I gave his hips a squeeze before stroking over the thickness of them. I dug my thumbs into his hip bones just to feel the give of his flesh before the hard bone bit back.

He tensed up again like he’d only just realized he’d been naked all along. I couldn’t stop my grin. He squirmed again, and watching him wriggle made my balls draw up tight and my gums ache to sink my fangs into all that gloriously tanned skin.

Percy’s cock was hard.

So hard.

I wanted to touch, but I wanted him to beg for it again even more.

“You are the one crawling into my bed,” I whispered, watching the way he grimaced because he knew it was true. His skin was flushed, the pink spreading down the column of his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed against my palm as he swallowed. My grin turned meaner, not that he could see it. I hardly recognized the feeling on my own face. “You are the one who craves my cock so badly that you beg for it.”

Percy shuddered, and the way his abs tensed made my head spin.

“If you allow me to own you, there will be no more choices. When you are mine, I will not let you go.” I knew this to be true even if I’d never so much as thought those words before. To own someone else—meant belonging to them in turn. I wasn’t sure that was a promise I could make. Wasn’t sure it was a promise I wanted to make. But, I did want to make my point, so I didn’t mince words.

I leaned down, my tongue laving over one of the still taut nipples on Percy’s chest. When I tasted him, he groaned, low and deep, his pelvis bucking up against mine. Sweet puppy. His hips jerked upward again, searching for friction, and the moment he found it he couldn’t seem to stop, humping the ridge of my cock with little care for how desperate it made him appear.

I loved it.

“I do not share,” I warned him. “I am stubborn. I am possessive.” I bit his other nipple to emphasize my point. As much as I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep him at all, he needed to realize that this wasn’t a fantasy. I was a god, but I was not perfect. Though…I also didn’t want to frighten him off, so I soothed my bite with another eager suck and listened to the way his breath grew stuttery-soft and the tendons in his neck tensed. “I am all those things…but I am also fair.” Another kiss. “Though, be warned. Gods do not share their play things.”

When he came I made him lick up the mess he’d made on my sheets, and mere moments later, before I had a chance to say goodbye, he disappeared.

Just like that.

His light absent like it had never been there at all.

To say I was nervous to move into the alpha frat with the other guys would be the understatement of the century. I knew it was necessary. I’d fought so hard for it, after all. But my visit with my dad there hung like a shadow above me as I shoved the last of my bags—cheap garbage ones—full of my shit under Stinky’s bed. Well, mine for the moment.

Haden’s jacket had received two of its own garbage bags, because I wasn’t about to fucking play with that shit. It wasn’t like I could pop by the local boutique and buy one to replace it, even though whatever faint scent it’d had was long gone.

Brett wasn’t home, which I was grateful for because it gave me the opportunity to get familiar with the space. As I popped my pills and shoved them into the nightstand, I found myself super fucking grateful I had the ones they gave omegas in the military so they could fly under the radar. So that their cycles wouldn’t affect them while they were on duty. They weren’t really meant for people like me—people who had no reason to take them, other than the fear of their father’s fury. That had never stopped me though.

I’d been thinking about them a lot lately.

Especially because there’d been this feeling eating away under my skin for the last few months, my blood thrumming too quickly through my veins, my toes and fingers tingling when they shouldn’t be. My bond bite throbbed sometimes too, like it was echoing the call of wrong, wrong, wrong that danced inside my veins.

Maybe it was the suppressants.

Or maybe I was just drinking too much caffeine.

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