“Sorry, am I interrupting?” Ayawamat and I both look over as Gabriella walks down the stairs, wearing a tank top and short shorts with her hair up in a wet messy bun. She looks between us apprehensively, taking one slow step at a time as if ready to go back up the stairs. Firstly, she looks fucking gorgeous. Secondly, wow. I was so focused on my talk with Ayawamat that I never even heard her get out of the shower. I’m really fucking off today, and as a God that’s saying something. “Not at all,” I say as I reach out my hand. Gabriella quickens her pace, coming to take my hand as I pull her close, wrapping my arm around her as I breathe in her sweet scent, my mind clearing and the tension leaving my body as I feel her in my arms. Her skin burning mine like the sweetest fire. “Gabriella, there’s someone I’d like you to meet. Gabriella this is Ayawamat. Ayawamat, this is Gabriella, my animai,” I say, smiling down at her with pride. Gabriella beams up at me then extends her hand to Aya
Hello lovely, wonderful readers! I would like to start by formally thanking everyone for the continued kind and supportive messages left by readers during the last few updates, even the ones who check back in and instead of feeling upset by a lack of update, send me their well wishes. I've never had such an outpouring of love and support and it has touched me greatly! Now onto the purpose of this update. I know many of you don't follow my socials, and it's not so easy to announce things on these platforms so there's a lot readers aren't aware of, so I decided to add in this note chapter to give some more information. Naturally, I will continue to post chapters for A Queen Among Gods whenever available, until the book is completed. This month I will also complete my other ongoing book, Codename: Aconite, as I have been bouncing between the two. When AQAGs is completed, I will reveal the (temporary) cover and synopsis for the first book in the next generation series titled the Royal
I haven’t heard from Jartre in a few days. Sounds ridiculous to be worrying about someone with the power to tear apart the universe, but that’s what happens when you care about someone. I pick up on his emotions sometimes – something I’m still getting used to. It’s mostly just confusion and frustration, and I wish I could be there for him to make him feel better, but then there are these moments where I can feel that he misses me. I mean, I don’t SPECIFICALLY know it’s me he’s thinking of, but I know he doesn’t really have anyone in his life, and I know we have something special, so critical thinking would suggest that I’m the only one he could be missing. I was going a bit crazy at home between no shifts and no rehearsals, so I was grateful when Wyatt called me up yesterday and invited me to join him and Derrick at the Glitter Hole for the Diamond Party tonight. Of course, I jumped at the opportunity, and that’s where we are headed now. “How are your feet feeling?” Wyatt asks, glan
As we enter the club, we are immediately immersed in a sea of white opulence. Beads of rhinestones hanging from the ceiling, glittering in the light like a shower of diamonds. White Grecian columns surround the club ordained with white organza, ostrich plumes and roses; it’s like stepping into gay heaven. The stage has been erected with a monster platform that looks like a diamond has unfurled its shards like the petals of a flower. It’s exquisitely ethereal. The Glitter Hole hosts a lot of themed nights, and they’re great for business. The Diamond Party happens once a year and is themed white diamond. The dress code is simple: white and bling. Looking around, everyone is either in white or some skimpy diamond number. I’ve gone for a mix of both. A simple chic one-button white blazer, with no undershirt. Nothing but a stunning diamanté underwire with a diamond chain dripping down to a diamond heart, emphasizing my impressive cleavage. My hair hangs down my back in thick two-strand pl
As I keep my lips on my glass as an excuse to not have to speak, a familiar wave of energy comes over the room, filling the air with static and making me feel like I can breathe for the first time in days. My eyes shoot up and begin scanning the room frantically, as I feel a strong presence lean down behind me. “Looking for me?” his gruff voice whispers seductively in my ear. “JARTRE!” I scream, my face splitting into a Cheshire cat grin as I abandon my drink on the table and turn to see the face of the man I’ve missed to an unhealthy degree for days. He smiles down at me, his silver eyes twinkling, and in a second I’m up on my feet, climbing onto the booth and launching myself at him. He catches me with ease as I wrap my arms and legs around him, clinging to him like a monkey in a tree. My lips find his, kissing him with a need and urgency that is overriding my entire system. My lips burn comfortingly against his as I feel him hold me up by my ass while his other hand glides into
I take in a deep breath, placing my glass down, trying not to get aggravated. I get up and grab his hand. Jartre gets up and follows me as I lead him into the back office and lock the door behind us, the pounding music of the club now dulled down to a dull throb. “Do you hear how controlling you sound?” “I never said you were my property, but you are mine. Our souls are bound, Gabriella. You are as much mine as I am yours,” he says, stalking towards me until I’m pressed against the desk. I gulp and look up at him, “That doesn’t mean you get to dictate what I wear.” He quirks his eyebrow, “Then how about I remove my shirt and spend the entire evening out there shirtless?” he says, leaning forward and placing his hands on the desk, caging me between his arms. An image of drunk, horny patrons ogling him and trying to touch him all night flashes in my mind and makes my stomach churn, ready for that Tezus to do some more damage to my inside. That inexplicable anger returns just like i
“Your friends will be wondering where we are.” I snort, “They will know exactly where we are, they’re not stupid. And if not, the mess we’ve made of ourselves will give it away.” “Easily fixed.” He lightly smacks my ass, “Up you get.” I pout and slowly get up, feeling his cock slip out of me. There’s a bit of soreness, but nothing I can’t handle. The feeling of emptiness, however, still not a fan of. Jartre snaps his fingers and in an instant, we’re both dry and clean like nothing ever happened. I stare at him in amazement as I slip my thong back into place, do up my pants and button up my blazer. “You know with such a fast cleanup service, sex in public might become more frequent,” I tease. Jartre rises to his feet, tucking his dick away and doing up his pants, “And if you keep wearing pants like that, your ass will never be safe from me.” He grabs my hand and pulls me close. I smile up at him, “Promises, promises.” With our arms firmly wrapped around each other, we make our w
As I sit on Gabriella’s couch, staring at the TV screen and blinking my eyes to change the channels in rapid succession, I find myself zoning out and reflecting on what a first tonight was for me. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun. Now that I think about it, I’ve never had this much fun, not once in my whole existence. The fact she drives my libido into a frenzy aside, I feel light when I’m with Gabriella. I’ve always tried to convince myself that because I’m a God, I’m above the rudimentary emotions that seem to plague humankind, but I’m realising I have more in common with them than I ever thought possible. When I’m with Gabriella, it’s like a whole new world full of infinite possibilities and experiences opens up to me, and that’s saying a lot. The pain and the fear melt away and all that’s left is ebullience. I still can’t believe I spent the night in the company of humans and ACTUALLY enjoyed every second of it. Despite all the fun I was having with Gabriella and