Page 112 of G.O.D.S Omnibus
“Everyone has one predominate colour that then changes to reflect their mood. I tend to see it as many layers, but they always go back to that one colour once their mood has levelled off.”
“What colour am I?”
“Red.”
“What does that mean?”
“Red is someone with strength and passion, usually a fiery personality. That’s just what I have associated it with. I need to do some lessons, but since it’s such a useless fucking ability compared to the others, I never bothered.”
“No, it’s amazing. If you can see how someone is feeling, it could save your life in dangerous situations. Why would you want to not be able to feel temperatures? It would suck not knowing if you were hot or cold, and what good is it, really? Or a photographic memory—I wouldn’t want to have my head overwhelmed with that much information all the time.”
“I have never thought about it like that. Their abilities always just seemed more useful.”
“Well, maybe if you started to actually learn about your ability, you’d know how to make it useful.”
She closes her eyes and bites her lip as the needle runs across her bone. It’s only a small tattoo and won’t take me long to finish. A sinful moan slips from her lips, the sound shooting straight to my groin. I lift the machine from her skin, and she opens her eyes. I lick my lips, wanting so much more, but hold myself back. Jolie needs to be the one to make the first move.
The outline is completely done, and we just have to do the shading. I lean my elbow across her body where her heart beats frantically in her chest. She’s waiting for the beast to unleash. Creed told her what I’m like, but they both underestimate my willpower.
Trying to focus on the tattoo, I sense her breathing, the heat radiating off her skin, the surrounding glow indicating she likes the pain, and the way she keeps squeezing her thighs together. Honestly, I feel like I deserve a damn medal for my restraint. As soon as the machine is off and placed on the side table, Jolie is off the table and straddling me.
“I’m somewhat disappointed,” she murmurs, grinding herself against my rock-hard cock.
“And why is that?” I’m holding back with everything I have left.
“Creed talked a big game and I’m almost offended that nothing happened.”
“Creed’s tattoos took a lot longer to complete—it’s all in the timing.”
“But what if I do this?” she whispers against my neck.
I lean my head back and almost get lost in her before I pull away. “I warned you, Little Angel, you need to be prepared. Once I’m inside you for the first time, there’s no going back. I will consume every single part of you. I will burn the world to the ground to find you if you ever leave, and innocent people will get hurt along the way. I feel so damn much and have no control over it.”
“What if I said that I want to be consumed?”
“Then I would know you’re lying.”
Despite not be able to fuck her, I can relieve the tension she’s feeling. Standing abruptly while she clings to me, I turn and lay her down again on the table, and in one swift movement, I remove her pants and underwear.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She obeys and widens them. I take in the perfection in front of me, committing it to memory. Her mound is completely bare, and her slick folds glisten in the overhead light like a beacon calling me home. My head descends between her legs, but I keepmy eyes firmly on hers, wanting to see every reaction I elicit from her. Taking my time, I slowly lick from her core to her clit—movements designed to tease her and make her want more.
Her fingers fist in my hair as she grinds against my mouth, and I smirk, following her lead. While she has her way with my face, I slip two fingers into her wet pussy.
“Fuck, Chester, faster . . . Oh god don’t stop.”
My tongue works her faster and faster, focusing on her clit as her orgasm builds; her moans almost make me cum in my pants like an inexperienced teenager.
“Fuck me, please,” she cries out. I want to, just once won’t hurt.
“Cum on my face, Little A. Grind so fucking hard that I can’t breathe, bruise my lips enough to make this worth it. I want Creed to be able to taste you on my lips when I go fuck him after.” My demands are whispered into her pussy as I catch my breath. She does as I ask, her juices coating my face by the time she comes undone.
The door flies open, slamming against the wall with a loud thud. I flip around and stand in front of Jolie protectively as she shrieks. Trace is standing in the doorway, his face bright red and his chest heaving in anger.
“Get out!” I snarl between clenched teeth, and he shakes his head wildly. Taking a few steps to the door, I shove him back through it. His body hits the wall, a groan passing from his lips as I slam the door closed so Jolie can get dressed.
“Fuck you!” he snaps, coming at me, but I’m ready for him. He’s being reckless, letting his emotions get the better of him.
