Page 6 of Castor
“Very few things compare to fucking a werewolf,” Raiden said with a smirk as we drove away. “All that raw sexual aggression and big, bulging muscles. Fuck. Why did you turn down Sterling again?”
I snorted. “The mutt’s hot, but he does nothing for me.”
No, for the past two months, my fantasies had all revolved around one male in particular—one with orange eyes, black hair, and tats on his chest.
When I’d been captured and taken to the underworld, the demons had tortured me before throwing me into a fighting pit. Already weakened, I’d fought them off as best as I could, but then my strength waned. That’s when my brothers had shown up to rescue me. And with them? A dragon named Kyo. He’d been the one to jump into the pit with me, cut my chains loose, and lend me his strength to keep going.
And fuck, I couldn’t get him out of my head.
The sea came into view as we drove along the coast toward home.
I lived in a seaside mansion with my six brothers. They weren’t my literal brothers—no blood relation—but I’d chosen them. Though it had been so long ago, I still remembered the first day I ever met them. We were so young back then. Innocent. Lazarus had trained us to be warriors in his army, stripping that innocence away.
As Nephilim, our blood was strong. Even more so because we were the sons of the first seven fallen angels, the angels who had rebelled against the Creator and became Lucifer’s generals. For that betrayal, we were cursed. The seven of us each represented one of the deadly sins as punishment for the crimes of our fathers.
As the avatar of Greed, I always wanted more. More cars, more materialistic shit. Sometimes I could fight the temptation—thanks to the self-control I’d built over the years—but many times, my sin got the better of me. My life was ruled by the need to possess things.
“Man, I’m starving,” Raiden said as I parked in the garage and cut the engine. “We better have some of those frozen pizzas left, or I’m gonna riot.”
Raiden was the personification of Gluttony. He overindulged in food, drink, and sex. Enjoyed all of life’s pleasures to excess. We shared the same affliction—never having enough—but it affected us differently. Out of the seven of us, Raiden and I were closest. We understood each other on a level the others didn’t.
Once inside the mansion, Raiden veered toward the kitchen, and I headed to the entertainment room. One side was an arcade with a pool table, games, and a bar in the corner. A wall separated it from the lounge area that had couches and a huge flat-screen TV. If someone wanted to watch TV without the noise of the games, a glass door could be closed between the two areas.
“About time you got home,” Bellamy said, chalking the end of his pool stick. Wavy golden hair fell into his face as he bent forward and lined up his shot before knocking a striped ball into the lower right pocket. He exuded sex, from his impossibly good looks to the richness of his voice. “Keep it up and Al will put you on a leash.”
“I’m a grown-ass man. If I want to stay out late, I will.”
“If you say so.” Bellamy’s hazel eyes flickered to orange as his gaze found mine. Each of us had certain abilities because of the sin we carried. As Lust, his eyes changed depending on who looked at him. They shifted to whatever color the viewer found most appealing. “Still seeing orange eyes, huh?”
“Shut the fuck up.” I grabbed a pool stick from the rack and neared the table.
“I’m sure Simon could put in a good word for you,” Bellamy said as I joined the game. “He works with your little crush.”
“I’m not crushing on him.” A total lie.
“Hey, I don’t blame you. Kyo’s fucking sexy as hell. I’d love to spend a night buried in his ass.”
Over the thousands of years we’d been alive, Bellamy and I had shared a lot of the same fuck buddies. But for some reason, the thought of him touching Kyo made me irrationally angry. Which made no sense. I had barely spoken two words to Kyo.
“I said shut up, Bell.” I hit the ball harder than necessary in my irritation, missing the shot.
“Damn. Why so grumpy?” Bellamy pocketed two stripes during his turn. “You sound like Galen.”
“You talking shit in here?” Galen asked, walking into the room with his mate beside him. Ever since he and Simon had mated—joining their life forces and becoming one—he had significantly calmed and wasn’t nearly as irritable. Sometimes anyway. He could still be an angry dickwad if he wanted to be.
“Always.” Bellamy winked at him before doing the same to Simon. “Hey, human. You’re looking adorable as fuck tonight.”
Flustered, Simon smoothed the front of his sweater down. He was completely devoted to Galen. Faithful. Bellamy was just an evil prick whose sex appeal was undeniable. He had way too much fun making Simon blush.
“Um, Castor?” Simon moved his attention to me. “Alastair wants to see you.”
“Of course he does.” I sighed and handed the pool stick to Galen. “We’re solids. Don’t fucking lose, okay?”
Leaving the arcade, I headed toward Alastair’s study at the end of the hall. He was the avatar of Pride, the first of the sins. Which also meant he was our leader. When he gave a direct order, it was damn near impossible to disobey. It was like our blood called out to him and hummed in his presence. Azazel, his father, had been the first of Lucifer’s generals.
The door was open, so I walked inside without bothering to knock.
Alastair stood in front of the fireplace, hand resting on the mantel and his gaze on the burning logs. He wasn’t the tallest of us or the biggest, but authority rang from him. He stood at six foot four and had pale blond hair that looked silver most of the time. His light blue eyes projected the sadness he carried deep inside his heart after losing the man he loved not long ago.
