Page 38 of Galen
“I believe that’s why I’m the holder of Wrath,” he continued. “How could I not be? Anger, violence… it runs through my veins because of his actions.”
“No matter what kind of person your father was, you aren’t him, Galen.”
He looked to the sea. “I’m more like him than you know.” He took a breath before nodding toward the house. “Come on. It’s getting chilly.”
I wanted to tell him to stop treating me like a delicate little flower, but then again, itwaskind of chilly. Damn him.
I followed him into the mansion, noting our vast height difference as we walked. My blood raced quicker through my veins as I stared at his broad shoulders and imagined gripping them as he pounded into me.
Would he be gentle when he fucked me? Or would he bang me so hard the bed broke?
“Someone’s feeling excited,” a honey-rich voice said before Bellamy walked around the corner. His gray eyes flickered to me, gleaming with a smile.
“Huh?” I asked.
Galen stopped and turned to him, eyes narrowed.
“Oh. Nothing.” Bellamy smirked at me before continuing down the hall.
I knew they could speak to each other telepathically and had healing powers. But did they have other powers as well? Since he was the holder of Lust, could Bellamy sense when someone was aroused? Or was I just paranoid and overthinking everything?
Those light gray eyes I couldn’t get out of my head then moved to me. “If he ever touches you, I don’t care if it’s just a finger, you let me know.”
“I can take care of myself,” I said. Then, I didn’t know what possessed me to do it, but I added, “And maybe Iwanthim to touch me. It’s been a while since a man that hot gave me the time of day. He could show me a good night.”
Galen growled and pushed me against the wall in the hallway. Heat rolled off his body, matching the fire in my veins. “If you want to be fucked, human, I’ll gladly take you to my bed. But he’s not allowed to have you.”
My throat got suddenly dry, and my breaths quickened. I stared up into his eyes, then looked at his lips. Warmth gathered low in my belly. “Will you really?”
“Will I what?” he asked, still with a snarl in his voice.
“Fuck me.”
What was wrong with me? True, it had been months since I’d been good and fucked. I didn’t need flowers and fancy dinners or even a relationship in order to roll around in bed with someone. But it was unlike me to be so forward with a man I barely knew.
“Galen,” Alastair said, appearing at the end of the hall. “We need to leave.”
Galen didn’t look at him. Didn’t react to his words. He kept his eyes on me, his body so close but not close enough. “We’ll continue this discussion later.”
He stepped away from me and walked toward Alastair. Before he turned the corner though, he glanced back at me. “Behave while I’m gone.”
“I’m not a child.”
Once he was out of sight, I slumped against the wall, trying to calm my racing heart. Galen might’ve been Wrath, yet he awoke a desire in me that was pure lust.
The mansion was still sort of a maze for me, but I was beginning to learn my way around. Feeling a little hungry, I walked toward the kitchen, noticing the house was quieter than normal.
“Where is everyone?” I asked Raiden as I opened the refrigerator.
“Patrolling,” he answered before shoving an entire donut into his mouth. “You’ll be stuck with me for the night. Hope that’s okay.”
“Did they make you stay behind to watch over me?” The thought irritated me. I hated being treated like a kid.
“Get that sour look off your face, little mortal.” Raiden held the bakery box toward me. “Have a donut. You could use some more meat on your bones.”
“Oh, I have enough already.” But still, I grabbed a glazed donut anyway. I sucked at fighting temptation, especially when it came to food. “Out of the seven deadly sins, I think I’m more of a glutton.”
Raiden grinned, and I realized he wasn’t nearly as scary as I first thought. Sure, he looked like a damn mountain and seemed as strong as one too, but there was something boyish about the way he smiled. Innocent, even.
