Page 24 of The Goddess is Angry
My dad said I would know when I met the person or persons I wanted to let touch my hair. I knew when I met her she was going to be as cool as my five moms and just an amazing person. And she was. George was everything I ever wanted in a mate and several things I didn’t know until I met her.
I was going to wait to ask her, but I just blurted it out in the shower. I’d never been turned down by a single girl in my life. If I got caught by an authority figure, a rakish smile and mane toss usually got me out of it. Older women had been hitting on me since I was fifteen.
None of them were gods. I didn’t give a shit that she was. I thought it was pretty fucking cool. It was even cooler she was a mimic and could do lion things with me. I knew shelikedme and she didn’t seem to look down on anyone because they weren’t a god. We were having a ton of fun, but I didn’t know if she wanted a group thing with gods.
And then she said yes. She wanted me, too, and it was just the best feeling in the world. My dad tried to explain it to the kids because he did this five times, but Pops barely graduated high school and wasn’t good with fancy words. We got the gist of it, but it felt better than I ever imagined.
“Okay, so as soon you recommended those products for curly hair, I ordered them. You just washed my hair with it. I don’t have the top-secret exclusive-lion stuff and I don’t want to get this wrong and fuck up your fabulous mane.”
I knew she ordered the stuff I recommended before I even set foot in her shower because there were a few things on this earth I was good at and haircare was one of them. Her curls had beenbanginglately, even when she didn’t feel like dealing with her hair and threw it up in a messy ponytail.
I leaned in just in case some perverted ghost was spying on us. Bethany was popping out of random places to assault Church’s nuts. George and I lookedreallygood naked. Someone could be peeking, trying to get the top-secret lion knowledge I was about to drop.
“The shampoo and conditioner you got is the exact same stuff that is exclusive to lions, minus certain potions for shine and to stimulate the follicles. It’s not going to damage my hair to wash it without the potion.”
George let out the breath she was holding.
“Oh, good because this is a big thing for me and I really don’t want to fuck this up.”
And there went my ego, swelling to epic proportions. My lioness had insane cosmic powers, and I just watched her be a total badass on the dodgeball field, but this was a big deal to her. It wasn’t just her words. It was her body language and scent. This meant just as much to her as it did to me.
And it was perfect. She washed and conditioned my mane just right. George scratched my scalp and worked the conditioner through my ends. She combed my hair out with her fingers then gently directed me under the water to rinse.
Bastet created lion shifters, and I fired off a little prayer thanking her because George wasn’t content to just wash my mane. She was on her knees with my cock down her throat and my balls in her palm.
Ah, fuck. She just tamed the fuckingAirBall, scored a ton of goals, and beaned a couple of people in the face who missed the entire point ofdodgeball. It was sexy as fuck and she just accepted me as her mate. I should be the one on my knees with my face buried between those muscular thighs.
Should I take my dick out of her mouth and show her what an utter goddess she was on the dodgeball field? Because she was really good at this and seemed into it. I started purring as soon as she started washing my hair, but now it was rumbling in my chest. I kept trying to repeat what my Pops told me. Lionsdo notmake biscuits on a girl’s head when she’s sucking his dick. It just felt so fucking good.
George did this little trick with her throat and tongue while massaging my balls and I was a goner. And I was totally making biscuits on her head because I was a fucking lion and that’s what we did when we felt good.
Then she snaked her hand behind me and stuck her finger up my ass. No one had ever done that to me before and I wasn’t even mad about it because I came harder than I ever had in my life. I threw back my head and let out a total King of the Jungle roar.
Leteveryonein Sigmis dorm know I’d just had a record-breaking orgasm. Damn. I was a little verklempt and my knees were shaky. It wasthatgood. I turned the water off and guided her out of the shower.
Ifullyintended on returning the favor and utterly ravaging my mate.
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Ifinally had a group of friends at the Academy of the Profane, but Ihatedwho I was becoming. I could hear myself being rude to George and I couldn’t stop myself. I’d long figured out she wasn’t interested in anything involving magic with Basilisk parts and really did just want to stop the murders and help me with my shit.
George was funny and kind of awkward considering her dad was a god and she was the strongest witch in this school. So, what was my fucking problem? It wasn’t even that she was a witch.
I was jealous of her family because I never had that. My adoptive mother was amazing. I loved her and she gave me a great life. Azren stepped in and made it better. I had a great childhood. I never wanted for anything. And I was irrationally pissed off that I was even questioning that for a minute because she got to grow up with her birth family who seemed to be utterly perfect.
That was totally my issue and not hers. I wouldn’t have wished what happened to me on anyone. I needed to make it right because I hated myself every time I blurted out something terrible to her.
She’d only used words against me so far and they weren’t even that harsh. George had endless patience. She hadn’t hexed me or anything. And even if I wasn’t suspicious of witches, she probably should have by now because I was being awful.
I didn’t want to lose this group of friends. West, Oscar, Ren, and Church were amazing. I even liked her twin and her girlfriends, even if one of them was a witch. I could tell they were trying to facilitate some kind of truce here because of fate and I was the one ruining everything.
“Can I talk to you? Alone?” I asked after dinner. “We can go to my dorm room. My roommate is super into this bear shifter because she throws him around. He won’t be there.”
“Not worried I’m going to steal your toenails?” George asked.
I deserved that, but Mags just shot her some epic stink eye and tsked her. George immediately apologized. I didn’t get it. Mags started later than the rest of us, but she seemed to know the twins. She was dating Matilda, but George seemed to listen to her a lot considering she was her sister’s girlfriend.
“No, that was fair,” I said. “I know you’re not going to steal my stuff.”
