Now, I’m the Infernaclass="underline" a witch who reaps both gods and demons. I guard the World Tree in the shadows of an ancient forest, which is stalked by scorching-hot but dangerous monsters.
When a curse binds my greatest enemy, Loki, to me as mate by his shifter soul, it’s my turn to break a god. I’m seduced, however, by his beautiful mayhem. Then he spins a wild tale, and it turns out that everything I’ve known could be a lie.
Can I trust Loki and my other gorgeous rebel gods and demons?
Hades — My brooding Hellhound God of the Underworld who’s a giant of muscles, midnight black hair, and shadows
Ra — My Phoenix Sun God who’s tall, blond, and my loyal friend and lover
Kit — My Kitsune Fox Spirit with powerful magic and mesmerizing eyes, which I could lose myself in forever
Oni — My roguishly handsome Demon with a lady-killing smile who’s my first love and Soulmate
They’re the enemy, royalty, friend, virgin, and second chance. They’re also my obsession...and secret protectors.
When the gods are rebels, the demons are wicked, and the shifters are savage, it’s lucky that I love bad boys…
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Behind the moonshine speared alcove that divided guests from guards, prowled beasts with beautiful faces.
Only Protector Alphas, promised the neon sign.
If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought that I was shifting on my knees on a satin cushion at a midnight feast in a barracks, except for the fact that it was an all-female army of werewolves, and as a witch, I was the enemy.
Plus, boy did I know better.
My nose wrinkled against the earthy scent, even as I turned my face up to catch the breeze from the open roof of the Crescent Base. The moon shone down on the crescent-shaped table with its bank of computers that monitored the Omegas, mountain of ice-cream and sprinkles, and war plans that had become mixed together, as the Alphas partied.
How in the witching heavens had it only been a day since I’d been trapped underground in the Kingdom of the Gods? When shifters fed from moonlight, how did they bear to be buried in the kingdom below?
The Alpha warriors gleamed; the moonbeams danced across their skin. The light lit up the ivory walls like bared fangs and the glass wall that showed out to the murk of the River Thames.
My red shadows twitched, caressing each other in comfort, but they’d been subdued since Princess Vala had Wolf Bitten me. She’d threatened that a crimson tide of blood was coming, then she’d started the slaughter with my throat.
My parents had been devoured by werewolves. Was being bitten and allowed to live even worse?
I reached up to the bite, wincing as I traced it because becoming a wolf had been one of my greatest fears since Aquilo’s bullying twin sister, Lux, had pretended to transform me into one as a kid.
But that had only been a trick, right?
First, an Alpha had bitten me, and then I’d been left kneeling in the Crescent Base in the corner (the one that Vala had told me was reserved for badly behaved Omegas), whilst the Crescent gang of assholes danced and screwed.
Although, the Alphas had also petted and cooed over me like I was on my Honeymoon. My shadows quivered in distress that I’d been separated from my pack of wolves, angels, and gods.
Then I groaned, as a rubber hit me between the eyes, bouncing into my lap.
Hey, now I was even being attacked by falling condoms.
Unless, you know, it was a divine sign that I’d get sexy times today…?
I eeped, as all of a sudden, the rubber jumped off my lap, spinning into the air with the grace of a ballet dancer, before hopping with a cheeky wriggle of its latex tail into the hand of a cute man with a mop of dark hair, a scarred eyebrow, and soft eyes.
He was a mage?
Rubber Mage shot me a sheepish grin. “Sorry, Omega Witch. My magic becomes volatile when I’m…” He gestured at the hard length tenting his pearly white pants.
I flushed. “Firstly, I’m not an Omega Witch, whatever on a mage’s blue balls that truly is, and secondly, that’s overshare.”
Rubber Mage chuckled. “Whatever you say, Omega Witch, and I won’t have blue balls for long.”
I gritted my teeth, as my shadows thrashed. Then Rubber Mage wandered back to his Alpha, who sprawled on an armchair in front of the table. He straddled her lap, dipping to kiss at her neck. He didn’t look like a prisoner, even though as a mage he must’ve been thrown to the wolves by his own witch family for being a male with magic. Yet as the Alpha quivered underneath him, there was no doubt that he was seriously taking charge…and willing.
Then gentle hands clasped around my waist, pulling me around tentatively, as if expecting to be rejected.
Aquilo’s cool gaze met mine. “What if I tell you that my magic becomes volatile, when you stare at some other mage’s—”
“Monster dick?” I smirked, curling closer to Aquilo and sniffing his reassuring scent of fresh linen.
Aquilo was pale and beautiful beneath the moonlight. His black shirt hung open, and I was desperate to touch the dip of his collarbones, but I hadn’t saved him from his family and Vala to use him as well.
I loved him but I’d never rush him.
Aquilo appeared to catch my thought, and his gaze became steely. “Do you believe me to be breakable?”
His hold firmed on my waist, as he rested his forehead against mine. He’d been left in the corner with me, since we both belonged to the princess now.
And how much did that thought freak me out?
Aquilo’s eyes froze to crushed ice, and heat shot through me at the danger. His magic wound around me in a whirlwind that whipped my red-and-black ballgown into waves. When my fingertips pressed over the hollow of his throat, where the blood pendant had once rested and seared his skin to bind his magic, his gaze became fragile.
“I asked you to marry me,” I whispered; my lips touched his on each word. “I seriously don’t want any other mage.”
“As a male within a witch’s household, I learned to play broken, until I could show my teeth.” I startled. “Hide your fangs now, so that when you bare them, you may savage kingdoms.”
My pulse pounded, as my shadows rose up, shadowing the room into a crimson sea.
Mischief — Archduke, Seraphim god, and mage — would love Aquilo. Were all mages snarky, snooty, and wickedly hot when they got with the whole savaging kingdom talk?
“Someone put on their godly pants today.” I smiled. “Mischief is a royal prick but his glittery ass said the same thing. Trust me, you’ll like him.”
“Do you wish to talk of royal pricks, or allow me to kiss you now?” Aquilo drawled.
My skin was suddenly too hot. I wet my lips. “Honestly, that’s not even a choice. Willing and seriously enthusiastic for all kissing action.”
Aquilo’s white-blond hair fell across my eyes, as he feathered a kiss to my lips, jaw, and then down my neck. He glanced up at me questioningly, and I nodded. Then he licked across Vala’s bite.
Finally those happy tingles showed up.
I grasped Aquilo’s wrist with the blood bracelet that connected us, licking across its throbbing edges to match his licks across my own bite. Aquilo keened; his dick in his jeans hardened against my leg.