Page 10 of Cosmic Power

“Fuck you!” Void rasped.

Luther squeezed his hand slightly and Void whimpered. “You shifters are such a stubborn lot. Do I really need to remind you who’s in charge here?” For extra clarification Luther squeezed the beating heart in his hand again, this time a little harder, and Void cried out.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll behave!” Void croaked out quickly. “Just for the love of God, get your hand out of me.”

Luther debated torturing him a little longer just for the fun of it, but in the end decided against it. “Keep in mind it will take no effort whatsoever for me to subdue you like this again. So if you’re foolish enough to attack again, I warn you that it will be the last thing you do. Ever.”

He uncurled his clawed fingers from Void’s heart and with a rough pull, yanked his arm out.

Void sucked in a painful breath and groaned. He exhaled harshly and rolled onto his side. Blood dripped from the open wound on his back as he shakily sat up, wiping sweat from his brow.

Luther eyed Void warily and took a step back. Would he be stupid enough to attack again?

Void slowly got to his feet, his face etched in pain. “Fuck. It feels like you touched my goddamn soul,” he gasped, placing a hand on his bare chest.

His skin slowly stitched itself back together, strings of muscle and sinew reaching out to each other from across the giant hole in his back and repairing the wound, slowly closing it.

The sound of glass shattering echoed around the room. “Oh, holy toned butt cheeks,” Margaret squeaked, standing in the doorway.

A broken glass of scotch lay at her feet and she fanned her face dramatically, running her lustful eyes up and down Void’s naked body.

Frozen in place, Void’s eyes widened in fear. “Oh no,” he whispered under his breath. He rotated slowly, turning around to face Margaret.

“Welcome back, Hot Buns,” she breathed in a sultry voice. Her eyes honed in on the appendage between his legs and she licked her lips. “It’s even bigger than I imagined.”

Margaret blurred into the room and stopped just before running into Void. The wrinkles on her face lifted as she curved her lips, smirking seductively.

Void stepped back and Margaret followed, tracking him across the room.

“Aw, don’t run from me, you stallion,” she purred. “I promise I can give you the night of your life.”

Void gulped and awkwardly tried to cover his privates. He reached for a throw blanket and wrapped it hastily around his lower half.

“Margherita,” Luther chastised, shaking his head. “Leave the poor man alone.”

Margaret pouted. Her eyes lingered on the impressive weaponry between Void’s muscular thighs before she turned and blurred out of the room.

Sighing in relief, Void said, “I never thought I would say these words to you, but thank you.”

Darius stomped into the room, gripping his broken nose with his head tilted back and blood gushing down his chin like a waterfall. He bumped into a side table and cursed. “What the fuck, Vatali?!” He pivoted, trying to get Void into his line of sight while also keeping his head back to minimise the blood flowing from his nose.

A look of remorse crossed Void’s face for the briefest moment, then his brows slammed down in anger. He kept one hand holding the blanket around his waist while he pointed an accusing finger at Darius. “You deserved it for running off with my niece.”

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Darius shrieked, bumping into another piece of furniture. “Ow, fuck. Zamorra was kidnapped!”

“Yeah! By you crazy lot!”

“No! We’re here to rescue her, you idiot!”

Void scoffed. “Right, from who?”

“Barnabas,” Luther cut in, disinterested, wiping a speck of dirt from his shoulder.

Void’s burning golden eyes snapped to Luther. “Barnabas?” he repeated slowly. A fierce scowl flashed on his face. “You’re lying.”

“Not that I need to prove a damn thing to you, but there’s footage if you’d like to see it.”

“Show me,” Void demanded.

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