Ishim’s face turned a harsh shade of scarlet. Rapp coughed, and I flicked my attention to him just in time to see him cover his mouth with his hand, hiding a grin.

“Your mate is here. They could have used her cunt,” he hissed, eyes narrowing on Assyria.

The sliver of glass that caged my temper shattered. In an instant, I was on my feet, black shadows billowing from my frame. The Angels at the rear of their party had the good sense to backstep. Rapp and Trol lunged for my arms a moment before I tried to swing them at Ishim and yanked me backward.

“Rokath, stop!” Assyria shouted down our mental connection.

I blinked, chest heaving, at her. Her burgundy eyes were fierce and fiery as she stared me down. “Don’t lose your advantage now.”

She was right, and her words dulled the edge of my rage. Shrugging off my Hadvezér, I cracked my neck and flexed my fingers before facing Ishim again. The fucker wore the smuggest of grins. I wanted to wipe it off his face. It was only a matter of time before his and Zaph’s heads swung from my hands as I walked the streets of Sivy, as Kiira had seen all those years ago.

I draped a protective arm over Assyria, who squared her shoulders and did not cower under the Angel’s insinuations as we faced them again. “Is there anything else you wish to discuss, Ishim?”

The Zahal’s smile widened, his ice blue eyes flashing with victory. “Not at this time. But I know where to find you, should I require your attention again.” He dropped every word with his focus on Assyria. The threat in his tone was as clear as the color of his eyes. I wanted to gouge them out of his skull.

“Then leave,” I growled, leveling an equal insinuation of violence in his direction. “We’ll meet on the battlefield soon enough.”

“With pleasure,” he spit out. Switching to Angelic, he told his companions to keep their eyes open for any sign of the females as they exited the camp.

That was one of the reasons I suspected he accepted my invitation to come to the command center in the first place. Rapp and Trol knew as much, and they swept from their positions in the periphery to escort the Angels out of the camp. Neither Assyria or I moved until the last had exited through the map room.

Then, the shouts arose again, jeers and insults lobbed at the departing enemy.

This time, I wanted them unbound. These Angels needed reminding of who they faced, so the next time we clashed, we’d have beaten down their will and could shove them the fuck out of the Demon Realm.

Because one thing was certain: I would not fail again.

The next time we clashed, we wouldn’t merely break their lines.

We’d shatter their will.

And Assyria and I?

We’d become their fucking Gods.

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8

Air whooshed from my lungs, and I slumped into Rokath. “That was intense,” I murmured after a moment. My limbs tingled as the adrenaline bled away. Seeing them again, seeing Zaph again, after he harmed Rokath and me had been about as difficult as I’d imagined. Yet the way Rokath defended me…it made my low belly flutter.

“Are you alright?” he asked, hooking two fingers under my chin and forcing me to look up at him.

“I’m fine, Rokath,” I said, a soft smile blooming on my face. “More than fine, actually.” I ducked out from under his arm and flattened my palms over his armored chest. Dark hair spilled down my back as I looked up at him through long lashes. “Would you really rip their bones from their flesh while they were still alive?”

“Little imposter, I would savor every moment of pain I inflicted in your name,” he murmured darkly, snatching my waist and making my breath hitch. “You want me to do worse? I’ll do worse. I’ll do anything to show you that I’ll protect you from harm.”

He fell back onto his throne of bones, bringing me with him. I straddled his hips and walked my fingers up to the skin that barely peeked through the gaps in his armor. The base of his throat bobbed as I stroked the stubble there. Working beneath his helmet, I removed the ebony skull and revealed the seriousness of his promise etched into his rugged features.

He removed a hand from my lower back and threaded it through the hair at the base of my neck. A sting of pain almost made me hiss, but then he scrunched and tilted my head to the side. The rough feel of his face against my neck soothed the ache, and the way his tongue flattened over my fluttering pulse made it abate entirely. His hot breath dusted over my sensitive ear as he rasped, “You are mine, mate.”

That word wrung a shiver from me. “Mate,” I whispered back, rolling my hips into his. “I loved hearing you call me that to their faces.”

Rokath groaned as I stilled my movements over his quickly-hardening length. “Did I terrorize them enough for you?”

“Yes,” I breathed, finding his shoulders and adjusting myself again. The seam of my pants rubbed deliciously against my center.

Rokath released his grip on my hair, and in one smooth motion, he lifted me off his lap and placed me on my feet in front of the throne. A noise of protest slipped out of me until he scooted to the edge and pressed me to my knees. The weight of his hands on my shoulders robbed me of air.

“Mmm, you look so pretty there, little imposter. Much like the first time I saw you.” The burgundy of Rokath’s eyes had all but disappeared as his pupils dilated. Lust drowned our bond. “All I could think about was how I wanted to shut you up by shoving my cock down your throat. I think I’ll do that now.”

I raked my teeth over my bottom lip as I looked up at my mate. His frame was imposing, powerful, dominant and his energy consumed the entire space. Without breaking our connection, he unbuckled the straps on his shoulders, allowing the metal to fall away. With tender care, he placed the pieces on the floor beside the chair. Grem and Zeec scattered to their beds as if they sensed the dark twist in the air.

Easing forward, he tore his tunic over his head and revealed the skulls, roses, and animals that decorated his torso. His chiseled abdominals flexed in the low light as he reached for the ties of his pants. My eyes flicked to the long, thick outline above the metal plates strapped to his thighs.

“Free my cock, Assyria,” he commanded, capturing my face in his large hands and tearing my attention back to him. His burgundy eyes hypnotized me with the depth of devotion in them. “Show me how much you appreciated my defense of you.”

He released me and leaned back, bracing his corded forearms on the skulls decorating his throne. Rokath might not have been a king, but there was no doubt he was a God among us. Wetting my lips, I scooted forward and reached for him.

Every other time I’d had him in my mouth, he’d taken control of the actions and I’d been a passive participant in his pleasure. I couldn’t deny how much I loved his domination of me, though. Nerves fluttered in my belly as I wrapped a tentative palm around him and squeezed.

“That’s it,” he rasped as I did it again. “Now reach inside and let me feel your hot skin against it.”

Doing as he instructed, I wiggled the ties looser and found the beast. A thick vein throbbed along its length, and I ran my thumb across it before splaying my fingers around him. Rokath’s eyes closed, and a line formed in his brow as I worked him up and down. Emboldened by how I was affecting him, I tugged his pants wider and lower until his dick burst into my vision.

The woven rug dug into my knees as I shifted forward, opening my mouth to take him inside it. Fisting the base, I licked my lips, then wrapped them around the glistening head. A swirl of my tongue pulled a low groan from Rokath. His fingers dug into the skulls on the armrests, turning white as I dipped my head lower.