(BLAINE)
"Oh, nothing for you to concern yourself with." Godric smirks again.
"Why was he protecting you, I wonder? I fully intended to torture him until he spilled his guts… quite literally… but I showed him mercy and sent my pets to teach him a lesson instead. They were only supposed to hurt him a little and drag him to me, but you know how beasts are. They got carried away."
Rage bubbles in my veins. "Come near him again, and I'll rip out your throat."
"Don't tease me with a good time," Godric responds. "Or I might be forced to actually like you. Such a pity that would be." He cocks his head at Kian. "I'll give you a day to think things over. And then I'm bringing the fires of hell to your doorstep." He blinked out of sight.
Kian faces the sea again, his expression deadly.
"The box is even more important to them than we thought."
"What makes you say that?"
"Since when does Godric offer us a deal?" Kian steps up to the railing and unfurls his wings. "He reeked of desperation."
"And his threat to unleash shades upon the humans here?" I ask, expanding my wings as well.
"A bluff," Kian answers. "Astaroth calls all the shots. Not Godric. But if it's a war he wants, that's exactly what he'll get."
Kian leaps from the balcony before shooting up into the night sky.
I fly behind him.
When we return to the mansion, I quietly opens the door to Zane's room and places two bags on the floor.I had stopped by his loft after leaving Lockwood and grabbed some of his clothes and personal items.
"Blaine?" he asks in a croaky, sleep-heavy voice.
"I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep."
Zane cuddles back into his pillow, and soft snores leave him moments later. I walked over to the bed and gently tuck the blanket in around him.
The thought of Godric being so close to him fills me with a deep rage. The demon could've easily killed him. Something else then crosses my mind. Zane had protected me. Why? Not that it really matters. Godric hadn't been fooled. But Zane hadn't known that.
Prior to being attacked in his loft, he thought demons and angels weren't real. He had thought I was just some common thief.
"You're such a mystery, Zane Parks," I whisper, resting my hand on top of the blanket. The warmth of his body seeps through it, and I fight the urge to crawl into bed with him and burrow into that delicious heat.
Maybe I should've visited the club before coming home to release some of this sexual tension on a random man I'd never see again. Because watching Zane sleep right now? Being so close to his intoxicating scent of rain and earth? I feel myself creeping into dangerous territory.
I leave his room and go to mine, taking off my clothes before falling into bed.
Loki and Valerian are patrolling tonight, so I can rest for once.
A familiar smell drifts to my nose.
For fuck's sake. Zane's scent lingers on my pillow, and I turn my face into it. My arousal heightens, and I growl as I shove my hand down my body and grip my thick base, giving myself a slow pull.
I breathe in his earthy scent as I stroke my hard cock and picture his sweet lips and hazel eyes, imagine him clawing my back as I fuck him into the mattress. I clench my teeth together when I come to keep from groaning out loud.
Not as if my brothers don't know what I am doing, especially if they are nearby. Just one of the annoying things about our bond. Once my cock was sates, I get out of bed and walk into the connecting bathroom to wash off.
"Why use your hand when there's a perfectly good human in the other room?" Thereon's voice fills my head.
"Because I don't want him."
"Bullshit."
"Fuck off." I turn on the shower and step inside, letting the water wash away the signs of my release.
If only it could wash away the reason for me jerking off in the first place.
My attraction to Zane pisses me off. I don't want to want him.
"If you don't want him, does that mean I can have him?" Thereon asks.
I snarled. "Not unless you want to die."
"Just fuck him already, Blaine. You'll feel better. I promise. It's just sex."
"Worry about your own sex life and stay the hell out of mine."
I shut off the water and grab a towel, running it over my body harder than necessary.
The bubbling anger in my veins refuses to die down.
That anger is part of me. I can't escape it.
Earlier in in my life, it had been a lot harder to control. I would meet someone, see into their soul and know how horrible of a person they were, and the wrath inside me would lash out at them. Wrath was like a beast inside me, always hungry. Always lurking, searching for a way out. Cyrus nearly killed me because of it once, thinking I was a lost cause.
Sometimes I feel like he was right.