God of Ruin (Legacy of Gods, #4)(49)

Maybe it’s my own crazy.

Slowly, I stand on unsteady legs, wearing nothing but my panties and boots, and I do the exact opposite of what’s logical.

I run.





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LANDON





My muscles tense and ripple at the promise of a hunt.

Blood rushes to my limbs and pumps my cock with extra attention.

The prospect of a chase makes me nearly come in my trousers like a pubescent.

Problem is, I’ve never had this feeling before.

Yes, I get off on hunting, just like I indulge in a thousand other kinks as a sexual outlet. However, it never used to be this thrilling and…positively riveting.

I inhale, filling my lungs with the smell of candle wax and the faint, gripping scent of Mia’s pussy.

However, I don’t move.

My little muse has been such a good sport, though reluctantly and only after I relentlessly pushed her buttons, so I’ll give her the courtesy of a head start.

My gaze remains locked on the back door, where she ran to the back garden—or more like a mini jungle.

The candlelight casts an ominous shadow on the makeshift living area, subconsciously creating my favorite mood.

I bring up my fingers that are still sticky and lick them one by one.

Pussy as a concept has only ever served as a hole to be fucked. Despite the different colors and shapes of cunts I’ve seen in my lifetime, I’ve never relished touching them. Never gotten off on giving oral and have always made it a point that I’d only fuck. If they wanted something else, I was not the guy for it.

And yet, my lips are twitching for a taste of Mia’s sweet little pussy. My blood definitely chose my cock as its preferred organ when I was toying with her just now.

Her little gasps still ring in my ears. Her widened eyes and parted lips will be masturbation material for a few days.

That is, if I don’t trigger another more interesting reaction out of her. By the end of tonight, I will have done the devil’s work in converting another soul to the dark side.

Though Mia has never been innocent and definitely scores high on the darkness scale. Let’s just say I’m unleashing her full potential.

Sliding a hand in my pocket, I follow her trail. The back garden is like an unkempt jungle, with huge old trees, half-dead branches hanging like skeletons, and suspicious mushrooms lying around.

Pretty sure a few aimless ghosts fly overhead, moaning about having a subpar location and few to no visitors on a daily basis.

The moonlight plays hide-and-seek with the clouds and night owls scream in the distance, adding some DJing to the whole creepy vibe.

Four out of five. Would recommend it for satanic rituals.

I slip through the fallen branches and the broken trees that were probably brought down by malicious lightning. Murdered leaves crunch beneath my designer shoes and I don’t make the effort to conceal the sound of my approaching steps.

The best way to smoke out a mouse? Scare her to fucking death.

I want to see the fear mixed with excitement on her delicate face. Just like a moment ago when she squirmed and gasped and soaked my fingers even when she was horrified about the prospect of being choked.

My cock is suggesting we try that again with him inside her cunt this time. I shelve that idea for later as I shove unruly branches out of the way.

To say I’m taking my time would be an understatement. However, I’m plotting, listening, and searching for any signs of my prey.

The lack of light might, at first glance, seem like a handicap, but it’s far from it. Due to my vision’s limited field, my ears prickle at the tiniest noise, and my hunter instinct kicks into full gear.

It's for that reason that I stop in the middle of the jungle of possessed trees and study my surroundings. Too dark.

Too hollow.

Too…creepy, by societal standards.

Even though I could sleep here and welcome demons to try and possess me, Mia wouldn’t.

She slept with the lights on last night, and while I might have suspected that to be a one-off after my impromptu visit, her threatening me with bodily harm if I ever cut the lights off again means she was terrified at the prospect.

Not to mention, she didn’t deny it when we spoke of the candles earlier.

Conclusion: She wouldn’t wander this far, not even to throw me off.

I make a U-turn and run. This time, I silence my steps and control my breathing. I prefer the option of hunter, not the one being hunted, so it’s imperative that she doesn’t figure out my location when I’m not sure where she fucked off to.

I stop at the entrance of the back garden and sniff the air. Sure enough, there’s a hint of her perfume—magnolia.

Two options come to mind. She hid in the corner of the garden and then went inside when I left.

Or two. She ran around like a headless chicken, then came back here.

At any rate, she has the option to retrieve her dress and run away from the property.

Sure enough, I catch a shadow leaning down near the coffee table, probably to pick up the dress. Most of the candles have died down, so it’s hard to make out her profile.

“Is that you?” My low, whimsical whisper echoes through the old walls.

The shadow jolts and Mia abandons the dress and rushes to the stairs.

“Hide, little muse. If I find you, I’ll swallow you whole.” I follow after, taking the stairs two at a time. I can hear the creaking of the wood under her small frame.