drapes.
“Osiris!” I bellowed, striding through a curtained doorway into a hall.
“Is this wise?” Cat asked. A quiver of concern undermined her words. That was the first sign of fear I’d picked up from her. And she should be afraid.
We passed through one of several entertainment chambers. Usually, I’d find it filled with people, most out of their mind— godstruck —and lost in the throes of ecstasy in some form or another, but today, the chamber was empty.
“Maybe he isn’t here,” Cat suggested.
“He’s here,” I growled, sweeping through thin, near-transparent drapes into another hall. The halls, chambers, and antechambers switched left and right like a damn maze. The god was here. I knew it. I could feel it.
“ Osiris !”
There was a chance he didn’t know his staff were burning alive above him. Or perhaps he did know but was somehow incapacitated? A little skitter of adrenaline quickened my heart. As unlikely as it was that Osiris was trapped, or worse, I could hope. I’d let him squirm. Him and his bitch wife.
I followed the pull of magic and shoved through a pair of double doors into the main bedchamber, finding the ancient pair sprawled on their vast four-poster bed, Isis riding her husband’s cock, her back arched and her hands knotted in her liquid-smooth black hair. I was already striding toward them with a sneer on my lips before it occurred to me that they might not care about what was happening above. That thought twisted the adrenaline into rage.
“Your house is on fire.”
“Oh, yes, we know!” Isis laughed, hips rocking. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
“Wonderful? No, it’s not wonderful.”
Osiris had his hands on his wife’s thighs, his fingers denting her muscles. His devotion-wide eyes drank down the sight of her. If he knew I was there, he didn’t show it.
“Your people—” I began.
“Are fools,” Osiris hissed through his teeth, not taking his eyes off his wife.
She fell forward, pinned his hands under hers, and kissed him long and hard.
None of this should have surprised me, but somehow, it did, and it boiled the rage inside. I knew they were insane, I knew I’d lost my argument before I even began, and I knew I should walk away before the pair of them got their claws into me, but those guards would have died as surely as the rest of his staff must have. “Those people are in your employ. The least you can do—”
Isis reared up and turned her head.
“Are you ordering us, Soul Eater?” she asked in that oh-so-innocent way of hers, but the sweetness in her voice was barbed like razorblades in candy.
She roamed her hand up Osiris’s chest, spreading her fingers wide, her rhythm intoxicating, but her gaze had settled on me, almost as though she knew my dreams—my nightmares were filled with scenes just like this one, only in my dreams, it wasn’t her husband she was screwing.
“No, I…” I broke eye contact, afraid she’d hear my heartbeat kicking up or see the heat in my glare, and found Cat watching the gods, her lips parted, pupils wide, nipples erect.
“Cat.”
She didn’t answer.
I clicked my fingers at her. “Cat!”
She jerked and looked at me like I’d slapped her.
“Get out of here!”
She was mortal, and Osiris—the fucking God of Fertility—wasn’t holding back. Any longer down here and she’d be godstruck by them both and I’d have to fight her to keep her from starting a threesome—or worse. Any second now, this would turn ugly.
“No, stay…” Isis purred. “I adore cats. Join us.”
I didn’t look her way—she’d entrap me with that gaze of hers all over again—and snapped at Cat, “Go!”
If the gods reacted badly to me sending away a potential new toy, they could react badly with me. I didn’t break as easily as mortals.
Cat blinked, and fear flooded into her gaze. She dashed from the room, leaving me alone with my nightmares. At least she wouldn’t be here to see what might happen next. I
“Osiris!” I bellowed, striding through a curtained doorway into a hall.
“Is this wise?” Cat asked. A quiver of concern undermined her words. That was the first sign of fear I’d picked up from her. And she should be afraid.
We passed through one of several entertainment chambers. Usually, I’d find it filled with people, most out of their mind— godstruck —and lost in the throes of ecstasy in some form or another, but today, the chamber was empty.
“Maybe he isn’t here,” Cat suggested.
“He’s here,” I growled, sweeping through thin, near-transparent drapes into another hall. The halls, chambers, and antechambers switched left and right like a damn maze. The god was here. I knew it. I could feel it.
“ Osiris !”
There was a chance he didn’t know his staff were burning alive above him. Or perhaps he did know but was somehow incapacitated? A little skitter of adrenaline quickened my heart. As unlikely as it was that Osiris was trapped, or worse, I could hope. I’d let him squirm. Him and his bitch wife.
I followed the pull of magic and shoved through a pair of double doors into the main bedchamber, finding the ancient pair sprawled on their vast four-poster bed, Isis riding her husband’s cock, her back arched and her hands knotted in her liquid-smooth black hair. I was already striding toward them with a sneer on my lips before it occurred to me that they might not care about what was happening above. That thought twisted the adrenaline into rage.
“Your house is on fire.”
“Oh, yes, we know!” Isis laughed, hips rocking. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
“Wonderful? No, it’s not wonderful.”
Osiris had his hands on his wife’s thighs, his fingers denting her muscles. His devotion-wide eyes drank down the sight of her. If he knew I was there, he didn’t show it.
“Your people—” I began.
“Are fools,” Osiris hissed through his teeth, not taking his eyes off his wife.
She fell forward, pinned his hands under hers, and kissed him long and hard.
None of this should have surprised me, but somehow, it did, and it boiled the rage inside. I knew they were insane, I knew I’d lost my argument before I even began, and I knew I should walk away before the pair of them got their claws into me, but those guards would have died as surely as the rest of his staff must have. “Those people are in your employ. The least you can do—”
Isis reared up and turned her head.
“Are you ordering us, Soul Eater?” she asked in that oh-so-innocent way of hers, but the sweetness in her voice was barbed like razorblades in candy.
She roamed her hand up Osiris’s chest, spreading her fingers wide, her rhythm intoxicating, but her gaze had settled on me, almost as though she knew my dreams—my nightmares were filled with scenes just like this one, only in my dreams, it wasn’t her husband she was screwing.
“No, I…” I broke eye contact, afraid she’d hear my heartbeat kicking up or see the heat in my glare, and found Cat watching the gods, her lips parted, pupils wide, nipples erect.
“Cat.”
She didn’t answer.
I clicked my fingers at her. “Cat!”
She jerked and looked at me like I’d slapped her.
“Get out of here!”
She was mortal, and Osiris—the fucking God of Fertility—wasn’t holding back. Any longer down here and she’d be godstruck by them both and I’d have to fight her to keep her from starting a threesome—or worse. Any second now, this would turn ugly.
“No, stay…” Isis purred. “I adore cats. Join us.”
I didn’t look her way—she’d entrap me with that gaze of hers all over again—and snapped at Cat, “Go!”
If the gods reacted badly to me sending away a potential new toy, they could react badly with me. I didn’t break as easily as mortals.
Cat blinked, and fear flooded into her gaze. She dashed from the room, leaving me alone with my nightmares. At least she wouldn’t be here to see what might happen next. I
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