Chapter 1
Paris, Earth Realm
Immortal males were ruled by their dicks.
That point was made painfully clear by the zipper imprint forming on Uri’s cock. He ignored it while scanning the shadows, looking past barely clad mortals grinding together to the thumping music. He wasn’t searching for a human female, he was looking for her, his obsession.
It was late, so most of the entertainment existed in the seating areas, where bodies slid together. Their husky moans filtered beneath the music to where he and his brother Guardian ruled the back of the club. Black leather lounges were purposely placed for the best views, even from the massive antique bar taking up nearly an entire wall. It was busy in the club, but not at the bar. Most were there to fuck, not drink. Which made sense considering the hidden club limited the alcohol its patrons were allowed to consume.
He ground his teeth together. The musky scent of sex and good booze only made it harder to ignore the building need.
As one of the twelve most powerful Immortals in the world, it would have been nice to have been exempt from the fucked-up biology that ruled his cock, but he wasn’t. His need for sex wasn’t simply to scratch an itch, it was a necessary form of sustenance that kept him strong.
Earth’s healing energies replenished Immortals to a certain degree, like water for humans. That was the reason his kind usually kept private caverns hidden within the earth, to soak in energies where they were strongest. But sex for them was like food… And that particular meal held little flavor or enjoyment without his damned voyeur watching from the shadows, consuming him with her eyes the entire damned time they played their game. One they should’ve never started. He’d long ago been ordered to stay away from the Demi-Goddess and her brothers. All the Guardians had, but that hadn’t stopped him from engaging in whatever the hell they’d been doing for over a century.
He flexed his fingers around an untouched glass of Jameson, wondering where the hell she’d been for the last month. It took supreme effort not to shatter it and leave to search for her.
When he noticed a waitress glance in their direction, he shook his head. The redhead looked disappointed at not being beckoned, but he hadn’t even taken a damned drink of the whiskey and he doubted Gregoire had touched his either. Neither were happy to be there, which was laughable considering their collective pasts. Immortals didn’t consider sex clubs kinky like humans did. They sought whatever pleasure they wanted and felt no shame in anything that got them off.
Gregoire shifted, drawing Uri’s attention away from his fruitless search. Humans had been sending them seductive glances, but none seemed willing to brave his massive brother’s “back the fuck off” vibe.
Uri caught sight of Gregoire flexing his fingers around his own tumbler of whiskey. The male had been scowling at the room since they’d arrived, which suited Uri just fine. He’d been too busy keeping the search for his Demi-Goddess a damned secret.
“Are you ever going to spit out what’s eating at you?” Uri drawled in a low tone set for his brother’s sensitive hearing. The male had been increasingly impatient and seemed angry or even pained by their physical needs in the last couple of decades.
Gregoire growled back a single word, “No,” before stretching his denim-clad legs out in front of him as the male continued his intimidation of the room at large.
Uri turned his attention back to the shadows. That one word was all he’d get from his brother and he sure as hell wasn’t going to push, not when he had his own damned secrets. Gregoire would talk when he wanted to. Or not.
Chances were G was feeling the extent of a long life of never-ending duty broken up by the need to fuck or sleep. All the Guardians seemed to be suffering it lately, but as far as Uri knew, he was the only one doing shit he shouldn’t be doing. Shit that would get his ass kicked by Drake because their powerful dragon leader was not going to be happy when or if he found out what Uri was hiding. Shit, not only was he playing games with the Demi-Goddess, he’d also been housing a hell beast as a damned pet on Earth without telling any of his brothers. Just the thought should have made him cringe, but he couldn’t muster a fuck to give.
He rolled his neck; his body felt strung tight, which meant he’d need to fuck soon whether she showed or not.
It’d been a month since he’d last seen her. Before that she hadn’t stayed away more than a damned week since starting this game. She didn’t get to stop now, not after over a century.
And not when she’d made him crave her so damned much.
He remembered the last time she’d watched him from the shadows. Gregoire had already left that night and in those short moments Uri had nearly fucked everything up. He’d wanted more and started going to her. The second he’d moved in her direction, he’d seen the desire flaring in her sapphire eyes, hardening his cock to new levels of pain. Then she’d fucking disappeared, teleporting away before he could get near enough to even catch her scent.
Drake’s commanding voice slid into Uri’s mind, How many demon-possessed did you get tonight? Uri’d been waiting for Drake’s telepathic call. The powerful Guardian leader had been busy when Uri tried to report in earlier. The mental links shared by him and his twelve brethren were helpful as shit considering they were tasked with watching over all four fucking Realms of the world. Drake was busy in Tetartos, the Realm of exiled Immortals, while others were in Heaven or Hell.
Uri and G were currently on Earth rotation, and the Realm of Humanity had its own special issues, they all fucking did, but at least they could kill the problems everywhere else.
Six, he answered before adding, All stuck in cells. In the compound hidden high in the mountains of Idaho.
Mortals possessed by the demon souls sent from Hell needed to be contained, not killed, thanks to the Creators’ curse against the Guardians. Any pain they inflicted on a mortal came back to them tenfold. The Creators obviously hadn’t foreseen that demon possession would ever become a problem before they’d left this world. He understood the Great Beings’ need to safeguard humanity from even their chosen ones, but that particular safeguard for humanity ended up creating a pain in the ass.
Problems I need to know about? Drake demanded to know through their mental link.
No, he answered easily. It’d been the usual bullshit getting the bastards in the spelled cuffs before teleporting them to their cages. He’d only needed to wipe the memories from a homeless guy who lived in the last dank alley they’d visited.
That last possessed had been loud as hell, a prick spewing all kinds of threats during the minutes it’d taken to get him out of there. The tainted demon souls gave their human host a boost of strength and power that generally destroyed the mortal body in a matter of days. Unfortunately, that wasn’t soon enough, the bastards could do a lot of damage in the human Realm in that time.
How’s the search for the missing females? And Cyril? Uri asked, more interested in the search happening in Tetartos Realm. A search he’d love to join because it had been initiated from Intel sent to them by his little Goddess and her brothers.
Alexandra… even her name made his cock twitch. He looked for her again and rolled his neck when he didn’t see her anywhere.
Nothing yet, Drake growled. Drake trusted the Demi-Goddess’ information; as the daughter of the Goddess Athena, she had powers that were shrouded in mystery.
Her information had indicated that Mageia females were being abducted in Earth and sent to the Immortal Realm. The magic-wielding mortals weren’t just ending up in the other Realm, they were somehow landing in the hands of a sick bastard the Guardians had been hunting for millennia. The piece of shit son of Apollo had been hiding like a cockroach in Tetartos since the Creators exiled all the Immortals into the Realm and placed a confinement spell to keep them there.
They’d been searching for a damned year and come up empty. To make matters worse, every couple months another disappeared and that meant they were due for another soon. If the pattern held. Any more news from Vane? Alexandra’s messages had been passed to them through her brother’s impressive telepathic skills. Even though they were allies of a sort, the Guardians would be duty bound to exile them if they ever came in contact. It wouldn’t matter how much information they provided or how often they helped cut down the possessed problem in Earth Realm. It was a fine line. The Guardians needed the help, but they weren’t supposed to allow powerful beings to live anywhere near humanity. They were all living in a gray area that seemed to be getting darker every day.
No. At this point no fucking news is good, Drake ground out. All they had were mental images of the bastard Cyril and his minions performing what appeared to be medical tests on the missing females. And Drake was right, the only time they got more Intel was after a female was taken.
Drake’s irritated tone came back through a second later. Pay another visit to the covens closest to where the females lived or grew up. Not one of the females had been a part of a coven, or on the mandatory lists the Guardians demanded the covens keep, but they were all Mageia. The power signatures were in their homes.
We’ll go before patrols tomorrow. Uri’d already checked the thoughts of the Mageia leaders on Earth as well as some of the underlings in each coven that existed near the homes of each missing female. They’d been clean.
They were grasping at straws. He guessed that if enough Mageia pooled their abilities, they might be able to power a spell to transport the females to Tetartos. But why would Mageia send one of their own kind to a monster and how did they know anything about Cyril. Yes, the covens knew about Tetartos Realm, but not that it housed Immortal races humans thought were myth.
The only reason they knew that much was because Mageia were compatible as a rare mate to an Immortal. The Guardians had encouraged them to move to the other Realm, where they could live well and freely use magic.
Since there were no guarantees the Mageia would find a rare-as-fuck mate, Sirena, his sister Guardian, didn’t give them any information that could scare those who’d wanted to make the one-way trip.
It was another gray area the Guardians were trudging in, but Mageia were treasured in the other Realm, not harmed or subjugated, which was the reason the Creators had wanted to keep Immortals from the human Realm. No Immortal in Tetartos would harm a Mageia. Other than the bastard Cyril and his band of assholes, who were hiding somewhere over there.
Uri took a long pull from his drink, noticing G’s scowl deepening, an indication that the male was nearly ready to get on with their night.
Report when you’re done. With those words Drake dropped the mental connection. Uri’s mind went over all the questions that had no answers as he searched the area for his female.
“Drake?” G growled.
“Yeah. I gave him our report.”
His brother just nodded before taking a deep pull of whiskey.
“We’re going to check the covens again before patrols tomorrow.”
“Still no clues?” Gregoire ground out.
“No.”
His brother Guardian nodded and growled as he returned his attention to the crowds.
Uri glared into the grinding females on the dance floor, waiting for his brother Guardian to choose a female. They’d shared for thousands of years, for the pleasure of it as much as the increased jolt of energy that came when a mortal female indulged in something she found kinky.
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. The mortals might have no idea what he and Gregoire were, but they were drawn to their size and appearance as well as Uri’s pheromones. They would have their pick. Or G’s, as it were, because Uri couldn’t care less who they fucked.
Mortals had long ago designated Gods, Immortals and beasts as nothing more than myth; any written references held only bits of truth. Most were laughably wrong. His race, the Aletheia, was the perfect example of humanity’s poor record keeping when it came to Earth’s ancient history. He was fully aware that his kind had spawned vampire myth, but to say those stories were flawed was a massive understatement. For one, he wasn’t fucking dead. Though he had to admit the accounts of his race were better than some of those written for other Immortal races and, hell, humanity got the Gods completely screwed up.
“Are we doing this or not?” Uri drawled. Not half as relaxed as he hoped he sounded.
“Yes.” Gregoire growled while giving a sharp nod to a female with short dark hair and a huge rack. His brother dropped his glass on the table between them and waited as if bracing himself for torture. Fuck. Uri shook his head and watched the female move closer in a tight black dress that barely concealed an inch of her curves. She smiled as she sauntered forward on high heels, her heated whiskey gaze darting between Gregoire and Uri with apparent anticipation. Their particular proclivities were well known in the club.
They used to fuck female after female for hours, thoroughly enjoying their downtime and embracing their needs. Not anymore. He was fully aware that G would only stay long enough for a quick release.
Uri would stay longer if his voyeur showed up, and he swore he could already detect her scent. He knew his mind was conjuring it up; she’d never ventured close enough for him to catch a hint of her. The only real fragrances around him were that of stale perfume, good alcohol and the spicy scent of sex.
“Is this seat free?” G’s chosen female said in French as she leaned over Gregoire’s lap, placing her cleavage on display.
Slender fingers circled the arms of G’s chair as her gaze darted in Uri’s direction for a split second. She flashed a seductive grin as she took a deep breath.
“He will touch you first,” Gregoire growled.
Uri wasn’t surprised, his brother barely touched the females they played with. Not anymore.
When she turned to Uri, he heard her intake of breath, her eyes dilating further as she moved before him, sending heated gazes between him and G. Her arousal filled his lungs and made his cock twitch. She leaned over him, with her eyes sliding over his face and down his body to the hard cock battling for freedom from the denim.
The tight black dress left little to the imagination, clinging to flared hips and slowly riding up her thighs from her bent position.
When she went to speak, he shushed her with a thumb to the bottom of a pouty red lip and then caressed her cheek before moving lower to free both plump breasts to sit above the female’s dress. Her breath caught when he shelved them high and plucked at taut dusky nipples. She moaned deep, turned on from being on display or his fondling. Either way, they both knew she was getting wet. Her lower body swayed as her grip tightened on the armrests.
One hand moved to his lap, stroking his aching cock.
Others were watching, waiting for more of a show. A show they were used to when he and G were there.
“He’s going to fuck you while I make use of these lips,” Uri informed her.
She moaned long and low at the words, her eyes going to his brother again. The scent of her arousal amped up with her anticipation. Uri imagined that liquid was slicking the insides of her thighs.
Uri scanned the crowd again. Wanting… Yes, there she was, long dark hair flowing in waves down that perfectly formed body. Full delectable tits swelled above the low-cut black tank top she wore. He saw the otherworldly blue of her eyes and nearly growled at the blatant heat there. Her tight top was cut dangerously low, showing him a deep shadowy abyss he’d love to get lost in. Those sun-kissed mounds were full, just begging for his mouth or dick. His Goddess stayed in the shadows at the other side of the seating area, but she was what his cock was waiting for. It hit full mast instantly.
The need to fuck her nearly pulled him from his seat. Instead he moved a hand to Whiskey Eyes’ chin, and when her heated gaze landed on him, he commanded, “Get on your knees.”
A small moan lifted from her lips as the female kneeled between his spread thighs.
“Good girl.” She was eager to suck him off and he’d let her, for a moment, before he moved the party into better lighting. If his voyeur wanted a show, he’d fucking give her one.
He was rock hard and irritated that his little Goddess could affect him like this. He glanced over again, feeling the burn of her gaze as she watched. She was maybe five eight, making her small for her kind. It also made her a foot shorter than him. Humans moved around her, oblivious to the spell she must have used to shield herself from their sight.
Whiskey’s breathing had gotten raspy as more liquid slipped from her body. She licked her red lips and he felt warm breath on the head of his dick before she sucked it into her mouth.
Looking at the dark head between his thighs, he imagined it was bright sapphire eyes looking up at him, not the brown he was seeing. He didn’t see short dark hair, but long, wavy strands flowing around her shoulders, a taut, perfectly rounded ass arched out behind her in the snug hip-hugging pants she wore. Whiskey moaned, taking him out of the fantasy. He tried to center his attention back on the human at his cock, but it was nearly impossible. She had a talented mouth, but his mind only wanted his Goddess.
Thankfully, if G ever saw Alexandra, he never said anything. That would open up more problems than he wanted to think about.
With only a shared look, he and his brother Guardian began moving from their private space as several people watched the exhibition. He didn’t bother to zip up as they directed the woman to one of the black leather lounges. It had been vacated and cleaned, and it was at the perfect angle for his Goddess to see just what they did to the female.
Uri leaned back, his strong legs spread over the sides while he rested against the back. His cock was jutting out of the open jeans, hard and fucking ready. Gregoire unzipped, quickly lifting and positioning the eager female on her hands and knees with her mouth closing over Uri’s cock. Slowly G lifted the dress and ripped the small string that comprised her panties. The action had the female’s ass undulating in need. Uri knew her folds were likely glistening and on display to the crowd around them.
“Open your mouth wide and suck him while I fuck your pussy,” Gregoire commanded through gritted teeth.
The dark-haired female nodded, almost choking in her eagerness to take Uri’s cock back into her hot mouth.
“You’ll take all of me in that hot cunt.” Gregoire’s words threw her into a frenzy of abandoned sucking. Her hand left Uri’s balls and went between her thighs, and the move earned a sharp smack to her ass. She moaned wildly around Uri’s cock as G suited up.
Instead of allowing her frantic movements to continue, Uri placed her hands on the chaise next to his hips. “Keep them there. If you’re good, he’ll finger fuck your ass while his dick stretches your wet pussy.”
She mewled around him and he knew she’d gotten wetter at his words. He took over her movements with a firm fist in her hair. Gregoire glanced at Uri briefly, giving warning that he was going in. With an inexperienced female, you never knew how the excitement would affect them.
Looking down at her flushed face, Uri said, “He’s going to take you hard. Don’t clamp down while I fuck your mouth.” He moved his hands to lightly hold her jaw, making sure she didn’t bite down accidently, which would not make for a good time. She managed to hold her upper body up over him as G hammered into her from behind, most likely toying with her ass, the reward Uri had promised.
He looked to the side where his little voyeur was and held her eyes while he used the unknown female’s mouth. He dared his Goddess to come to him, to replace the human. It went on for long moments with the female’s moans buffered by the throbbing beat of music. Gregoire pushed in and out, almost angrily fucking her, while one hand worked around. Most likely thrumming her clit. The woman’s body bucked as his brother forced her into a long hard climax. Uri saw G tense behind her and heard him issue a pained grunt as the male came. She was milking his brother’s dick as he sucked in the energies of the harsh release.
Uri focused fully on the female, holding her jaw as she screamed around his stiff dick. The vibrations made him that much harder. He didn’t chance spending in a human’s mouth. She could get addicted to the semen and the youthful side effects that came with it. Instead he gently pulled from her lips.
Gregoire flipped her onto her back. She was flushed, and her big tits were still on display over the top of the dress.
After a moment, G’s breathing evened out, and the male reached into his pants and produced a bandana. He pulled off the condom and wiped up the come still pulsing free and tucked both rubber and bandana into his pocket to dispose of later. Without a word, Gregoire fastened his pants and headed towards the exit, but Uri caught something else in the male’s eyes. A bleakness that had been steadily growing in the last decades.
Uri couldn’t think of his brother, his cock was too fucking hard. He was far from done with the female. The human lay exposed, her chest rising and falling as she watched him, lust still sparkling in her dark eyes. Glancing to the small group surrounding them, he motioned for another female to come out of the crowd, a small blonde. The tall blond male behind her nodded his assent at Uri’s cocked brow. The new female was dressed in chain link that hid very little. She walked forward with her Dom’s hand at her back.
“Bend over and eat her pussy. Make sure she’s nice and slick for me, and if you do well making her come, your Dom will reward you with his cock.” Her male nodded, and the blonde eagerly moved to her task, spreading the dark-haired female’s thighs wide. Whiskey’s breath caught, but she didn’t object to having another female between her thighs, lapping at her bare pussy.
Soon, the dark-haired female was writhing and moaning with abandon. Their audience grew as feminine cries filled the air. He directed them to one side, making sure he could see his Goddess and she could view everything. When Whiskey started arching her back, Uri nodded to more audience members, random people began touching her breasts with hands and mouths. He commanded another female to hold Whiskey’s hands over her head. Being restrained caused her to buck into those questing fingers and lips. They were plumping and sucking at her tight nipples. Whimpers issued from her lips as her hips pushed higher into the blonde’s mouth; her release finally echoed off the ceiling.
Uri looked at his little voyeur. Alexandra’s vibrant sapphire eyes were dilated and her fuckable lips were parted as she panted heavily. Good. He could see even from a distance that her cheeks were flushed and maybe even the swells of her gorgeous tits. He stroked his cock, watching her reaction. Was she fidgeting? His gaze shot to her legs, long for her height. She was slender, her waist tiny, and her breasts were full and so fucking perfect it made him growl low. His eyes caught hers and dared her to come to him, but she jerked her head.
It took everything inside him to turn away from her. To play the way she wanted him to.
He watched as the Dom claimed his submissive, ripping her from the dark-haired female’s pussy and bending her over the top of the chaise. The male proceeded to fuck the little blonde from behind as she whimpered and begged for more. The air thickened with the scent and energy of all the fucking. He heard the Dom’s smacking thrusts as the human slid in and out of his sub’s wet cunt until she cried and came. Her man pushed tight against her ass as the crowd watched. He was fisting her hair, holding her head back, when he found his own release.
Uri clenched his teeth as he suited up. The second he buried his cock in the wet, swollen pussy of the dark-haired female, he was imagining his Goddess. The audience continued touching and tasting her fleshy tits as the woman’s pussy clenched around Uri’s dick. He held her legs wide and shafted her slowly. When her hips grew eager, pushing to meet him, he started a faster pace. A male audience member bent to kiss her as he plucked at one tight nipple while another female sucked the other swollen breast. Her arms were still being held high above her head as hands roved her flushed skin and she writhed wildly. Her pussy was getting slicker, hotter, and all he could imagine was Alexandra’s sweet body beneath him.
Uri bit back a curse as he took her deeper, thrusting until her inner muscles rippled around him. He pushed her legs up higher and went as far as he could while listening to her cries. His balls tightened up, and hot jets of come shot into the latex as he felt the human’s release wrap around him, fueling his strength. His eyes shot to the shadows.
His fucking Goddess was gone.
Irritation hit hard, and he sent a sharp look through the crowd as he helped the female cover herself after tying off and stashing the condom. His muscles tightened as he fought the urge to track his Alexandra, knowing it could only lead to disaster. Gods, he craved her. Uri shook his head. He was already hard again, wanting her, not some nameless human.
He needed to get his shit together.