Page 67 of God of War

There’s a heavy beat, like we’re waiting for the starter pistol, then we crash together — lips and teeth, hands grappling for each other. Pain screams at me when I stupidly try to grab her hip with my shattered hand. She leans back, breathless, and arcs an eyebrow.

“Your hand. Maybe we shouldn’t—”

“No,” I say, cutting her off with a brutal kiss. I bob down, scoop her up, one arm under her ass, and set her down properly on the hood of the car. “Don’t need two hands to fuck you.”

Delaney scrambles out of her shorts, her panties going too, and then reaches around to unhook her bra. Her hard nipples poke through her shirt and my mouth waters. Has been watering ever since I saw her like this on the couch last night. My cock throbs and I realize I’ve been hard for way too long. Maybe ever since I realized she’d stuck that pig and bled him out.

“You’re a warrior,” I tell her as I sink to my knees. “A fucking goddess.” She opens her legs for me and I trace my tongue up her inner thigh. “Good girl,” I murmur.

There’s a touch on my head, her fingers threading through my hair, and she firmly tugs me back.

“I’m not,” she says. She looks like she wants to say more, and I wait. This woman with her legs spread in front of me can take as long as she wants, to say whatever she wants, and I will fucking wait.

“I’m covered in the blood of the guy I just killed, Ares. I’m not a good girl. I don’t want to be a good girl. Not your good girl, or anybody’s. You understand, right? Being good, being nice, it’s never gotten me anything, but being bad… being a dirty, filthy, broken thing… That’s what I want to be. That’s real, Ares. So call me that. Call me a slut. Call me a whore. Because you’re not degrading me or dragging me down, you’re helping me take back those words and stitching me together with them.”

She lets go of my hair, her fingers finding mine on her naked thigh and squeezing. Her flesh is supple, so soft and warm. The blood is drying and flaking off. I dip my head and lick a stripe through it, tasting the tang of her kill. The thought of degrading her, while loving her, makes my cock throb harder.

“You’re right.” I press a toothy kiss to her skin. “You’re fucking filthy. Gonna make you filthier, though.”

She pulls in a quick breath, just as excited as me. I snake my working hand under her thigh to hold her open, and dive forward, my mouth latching onto her sweet, wet pussy.

She tastes amazing, sweet and salty, the ghost of the first orgasm I gave her lingering in her slick. Delaney’s moans turn high and strangled when I suck her clit between my lips, lightly scraping with my teeth. She grips the back of my head and holds me there against her cunt, her hips making tiny circles.

“Oh, God,” she whimpers. “Ares… Fuck, that’s so… Oh, God…”

I work her up good, until she’s twitching and shivering and mewling. She’s close, but I’m a selfish fuck and I want to feel her come on my cock, not on my tongue. I push off the patrol car’s bumper and scramble to my feet, yanking my sweats down and taking out my cock. Delaney’s eyes go wide as I step between her thighs. I don’t give her a moment to look, to question, I just grab her hips and dip low, notching myself at her opening like I’m deserved this.

She whines my name. I tell her to shut up.

I thrust in. My brain goes still and quiet for a blissful second and I throw my head back, groaning.

“Fuuuuck. God, this cunt is…” I rock back and slide in again, this time bottoming out in her. Breath rushes from Delaney’s lungs and she clings to me, steadying herself. Her face is pinched with pain and I press my lips to her sweaty temple.

“Knew you’d be tight as fuck, baby,” I grunt. “Am I hurting you?”

She nods.

“Want me to stop?”

She shakes her head.

“Didn’t think so. Fucking whore.”

Her body shudders, her pussy spasming around me. God, she really does like that shit, doesn’t she? I start fucking her hard, thrusting into her like she’s only there for my own pleasure. I bruise her hip with my fingers, double over and bite hard on a peaked nipple. She whimpers and moans like she’s right on the edge. Her hips buck up to meet mine with every thrust, searching, desperately, for more.

“Tell me, Delaney,” I huff into her ear. “Did you like killing that prick? Say yes and I’ll fuck you in the backseat of that car. I’ll fuck his blood into you. I’ll make you come on his corpse.”

Delaney’s body tightens and snaps, her orgasm exploding without warning. She screams out, her head thunking hard back against the hood. I don’t stop, don’t even give her a fucking minute, because I’m close too. So fucking close.

Visions flash in my head: it’s every dirty, filthy thing I’d never let myself picture with her. Taking her from behind, her cheek pressed against the side of that dumpster outside Oscar’s; her plump lips wrapped around my cock in the corner of the Wastelander bar, desperate for my cum even with so many eyes on her; driving her into some secluded field and fucking her over my bike. She comes on my mouth, my fingers, my cock — all the while I’m calling her terrible, awful things. She loves it, and so do I.

I pull out fast and paint her blood-stained skin with stripes of cum. It spatters up over her tits, a little on her chin, and as she blinks owlishly at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy, I realize that I’ve fallen in love with Delaney fucking Jackson.

25

Delaney

Ares finds his cellphone amongst our stuff in the trunk of the patrol car. From my spot on a fallen log across the clearing, I can hear him muttering gruffly into it as he paces. Talking to the Wastelanders, I guess. I wonder what he’s saying, whether he’s telling them about what I did. I swallow the lump in my throat and my eyes flick to the black and tan of Aaron’s car. Despite Ares’ attempts to position me far away, to hide it from me, I’m low enough to the ground that I can see past the low undercarriage to the congealing pools of blood on the other side. Along with the splayed body of Deputy Aaron Flores.

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