Page 24 of Death God

The shifters accompanying me impatiently gestured for me to go up the black-and-red marble stairs leading to the main entrance of the palace while I took my time to take in the environment. Some of them had dealt with me in the Shifter City before. They still treated me like the lowly wolf girl I’d once been, because Jared had never showed me respect.

“Rush me again?” I smiled savagely at the guards, and they backed off, remembering that I had claws and fangs and how crazy I could get.

Only after I was satisfied that I’d gotten a good look at the whole place, including the security, did I take in a deep breath and ascend the stairs, the heels of my boots clicking on the shiny marble. My escorts formed a half ring around me, more to prevent me from escaping than to protect me.

I’d refused to wear the gown and shoes sent by the Alpha King. I wore my own leather top and leather pants. This was my combat outfit, as I was prepared for a battle at any time. I’d also retrieved my whip and wrapped it around my left ankle.

The palace guards at the entrance admitted us, but a few mages inside the door leered at me. I ignored them.

A blond palace guard joined us, gesturing for us to follow him. He led us through a grand hallway of marble pillars.

Paintings of war and portraits of beastly couplings adorned the lit ceilings. I darted my gaze away from the ceilings and glanced at the drawings of fat winged cherubs flying up toward Heaven on every pillar.

The horseman’s taste made me shudder.

After two more turns, I saw a crimson double door ahead. My sensitive ears picked up moans, groans, and screams of pain and pleasure coming from the other side of the door.

What the fuck?

Black magic grew thicker as I approached the door. I had no idea what would be waiting for me on the other side, but a dark feeling drenched me.

When two beings with different personalities and powers shared one body, nothing good could come of it. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Alpha King grew more unstable and unpredictable.

The door flew open, and I stepped in.

In front of me, a room of bodies writhed on the floor, fucking. Some of them were draped over the chairs and tables, also fucking. The walls, except one side with food and drinks weighing down several long tables against the wall, were also occupied by fuckers who were screwing each other’s brains out.

The stench of potent, suffocating dark magic and sex permeated the room.

So, this was the Alpha King’s welcome reception for me. I was thankful that I’d made the right choice by picking my own outfit and refusing to wear the gown he’d sent to me.

As I’d said, no one dressed me except my true mate. Thinking of Marlowe and looking at the orgy scene in front of me made me ache for him, but I couldn’t think of him now.

I paused at the doorway, not because of all the fucking in the hall, but because I needed to double check that the cloak on my mating bond with Marlowe was active. It was. Although it protected me from being influenced by any seductive magic, the seeming absence of the bond also made my chest feel hollow, like everything could go terribly wrong at the snap of a finger.

My escorts peeled away from me and melted away, leaving me alone to face the sea of bodies fucking one another like there was no tomorrow.

The show starred mostly witches and mages with some shifters and humans. A lot of human girls with slave marks branded on their foreheads were being fucked hard. I wondered if they were willing participants, but with black magic at work here making everyone horny, it was hard to tell.

The scene didn’t turn me on, and the lust magic failed to muddle my mind and reduce me to a mindless slave to sex, even with the cuffs dulling my power. My mating bond with the Vampire God shielded me. Marlowe had imprinted me, and I wanted no one but him.

And no one who touched me would continue to breathe.

I strolled ahead, navigating through writhing bodies while rolling my eyes.

A male shifter thrust his large, hairy cock between the thighs of a female shifter, fur on his neck, arms, and legs. He was partially shifted. His partner was quite hairy as well. Then a short mage strolled toward them, his short cock swinging a little. He was looking for a new partner and found the shifter couple interesting. He held the male shifter’s hips, trying to stick his short dick into the shifter’s asshole.

The shifter turned to snarl at him, and the mage backed off.

A group of seven mixed beings took over a large sofa and tangled together. I couldn’t even tell who was doing who, except that everyone was in a kind of fucking frenzy, enthralled by dark magic.

Then I noticed a few horned demons in the largest group near the dais. Some had humanoid features, but a lot of them were monstrous. They fucked witches mostly, pounding their massive cocks either into those witches’ pussies or down their throats, whatever holes they could find.

I didn’t let my guard down, and I didn’t back down and run from this repulsive orgy party the Alpha King had thrown at me. He wanted to test me, and I’d give him no results.

Yet one thing I took notice of started to creep me out. While everyone was screwing, their gazes were trained on me, as if picturing me as their fucking buddy. When my gaze landed on them, their thrusts turned more brutal, and their partners screamed in pain and pleasure.

A thought hit me. Could Spartoi possess many beings at the same time while inside Jared’s body? Chills filled my entire being, and all I wanted was to escape this hell and return to the safety of Marlowe’s arms.

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