Page 23 of The Goddess is Angry
“Well, Iwasgoing to ravage you on the dodgeball field because I was pretty sure getting your sweat on me would make me a little better at dodgeball. Ren said washing you in the shower was more civilized.”
Oh, shit. New kink unlocked.
I stepped in and yanked West to me so I could kiss him.
“We can do that, too, later.”
“Come here, you,” West growled, scooping me up.
He carried me to the bathroom and started stripping my sweaty, dirty clothes off of me. West licked me from between my breasts all the way to my forehead. I laughed and pushed him away.
“Just in case all your dodgeball sweat and grime is blessed.”
“It doesn’t work like that.”
“Nothing about dodgeball makes sense. Get that sexy body in the shower.”
The Academy of the Profane was built before indoor plumbing. They could have done shared bathrooms and communal showers when they decided to upgrade from chamber pots and well-water baths, but the people who donated a ton of money and sent their kids here didn’t want that. So, they made the dorm rooms smaller to fit a clawfoot tub, then eventually fitted showerheads.
I wasn’t complaining. I had plenty of room to have my wicked way with West, even if he wanted to get a little rough. I conjured a non-slip mat for the tub the first night here because I didn’t want Mags or Matilda getting hurt and I didn’t want to demolish something if I slipped. Lindsay Krauss was the kind of bitch who would expel me for destroying school property for falling in the bathtub.
West was absolutely adorable. He was intent on washing the sweat and grime off of me. It rained two days before dodgeball tryouts. The field was playable but muddy. It was even in my hair. West was going to scrub it all out. I tried to grab him again to get him to kiss me, but he just swatted at my hands.
“No touching. You’re filthy.”
“I thought my filth was blessed.”
“I did. And I licked it for science. Azren and I are the only people not related to you that know your secret. Azren has to be all private about it and is going to treat you like an equal. I still don’t know why you let everyone think you’re a witch and I’m not going to ask, but I want to treat you like a god. Let me worship this beautiful body and wash you after you played a badass dodgeball game.”
I’d been able to bathe myself for a while now, but it was kind of nice to let West do it.
“Lilith showed up in my delivery room with my necklace just in case one of us ended up a god. Back when gods were more common, some of them looked down on born gods. They thought we were different and more dangerous than gods who were created from nothing.
“There’s not a lot of them on this realm anymore, but the necklace was to protect me and let me have a normal childhood until I could defend myself. I technicallycouldhave taken it off in high school, but every god has a job or a specific power and I didn’t know mine.
“Azren helped me figure that out, but it paints an entirely different target on my back. Apparently, my big superpower is that I can mimic anyone nearby. So, instead of faking witchcraft like I thought I’d been doing, I’m actuallydoingit. A lot of gods consider themselves special snowflakes so they aren’t going to like it I can mimic their magic. And apparently, gods can die.”
“Are you serious?” West shrieked, yanking me to his chest. “So, you could actuallybea lioness just by standing next to me and do all the fun things lions do when they are shifted? We couldtotallystalk Kaylee and make her run unless she wants to get pounced. It would be epic.”
West was the first person I told all of that who wasn’t related to me or Azren. His reaction was perfect and I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Could you imagine Kaylee not being able to walk through campus without being paranoid about getting pounced on by two lions? That would be amazing.”
“Paris, too, because she’s also a dick. I know you’re a god and everything, but can I ask you a huge favor?”
“Anything.”
“Can you wash my hair?”
Oh, shit. A lion asking someone to wash their hair was ahugestep. Younevertouched their mane unless they asked you to. You had to earn that right. A lion never invited someone to care for their mane unless they were feeling the mate pull. And West looked terrified because I wasn’t a shifter who felt the whole mate thing. If I refused, I was essentially rejecting him.
I said I was doing the whole college thing instead of traveling the world and learning from other gods because I wanted the same experiences my mom and aunt had. Neither of them formed their covens in college. They learned, played the field, and had fun. I also wasn’t one of those girls who was only here to meet men.
But then I met them. And I wanted to keep all of them. West was so insanely perfect, I’d happily play with his hair until he fell asleep. I grabbed West and kissed him.
“I’d be fuckinghonoredto care for your mane.”
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