Page 84 of Galen

“We’ll see about that.” Castor wiggled his pierced eyebrows.

Once Galen returned with my beer, the two of them took off to buy more shots.

“Can you guys even get drunk?” I asked before taking a swig of my beer.

“Off human alcohol? Not really.” Galen had bought a drink for himself and poured a small tube of something red into the glass before taking a drink. Honestly, it looked like blood. “Adding ambrosia or pure absinth fused with magic can totally fuck us up.”

“Is that what you just added?” I eyed his drink. He caught me looking and moved it farther away from me.

“Maybe.” He smirked. “And no, you can’t try it.”

I shook my head. “I wasn’t going to ask.”

“Mhm.” He gently bumped my side. “Liar.”

His playfulness warmed my heart. I liked seeing Galen that way, his guard down and with a carefree attitude. From what he’d told me, he’d never had the chance to be a kid. Lazarus took him away when he was just a boy and trained him to be a warrior. That was the only life he’d ever known. Violence and bloodshed.

“You’re frowning,” Galen said, touching my jaw. “Do you want to leave?”

“No.” I pressed my cheek against his hand, feeling my chest swell with my affection for him. “I’m having fun.”

He lightly kissed me before grabbing my hand and leading me to a couch along the wall. We sat down, and I cuddled up next to him. Galen clearly wasn’t a dancer. He preferred to observe. And I loved that because I was the same way. I’d trip over my own two feet anyway if I tried to dance.

A tall, redheaded man walked past the couch with a familiar bundle in his arms. Gray laid his head on the guy’s shoulder and cracked a sleepy smile at me.

“So you’re not the only one who carries His Highness around when he gets sleepy,” I said, laughing.

A chuckle rumbled in Galen’s chest. Low and sexy. “Nearly every male in this room worships the ground Gray walks on. He has that effect on people.”

I could definitely see why. The boy was too precious for words.

Galen’s lips found mine soon after that. His hand slipped under my shirt as we made out, and my fingers weaved through his short hair. Sex hummed in the air as people around us fucked and rutted together, and I couldn’t stop myself from straddling Galen’s lap and grinding on his hardening cock.

“Easy,” he rasped against my lips. “It’s taking all my willpower not to fuck you right here on this couch.”

“Oh yeah?” I gently bit his bottom lip and rolled my hips before getting off his lap. “Guess I’ll stop, then.”

Galen growled before gathering me in his arms. I laughed as he picked me up off the couch and carried me outside, the thumping of the music fading as we exited the club. He laid me down in the back seat of his car and captured my mouth in a heated kiss.

“I’ve never fucked in a car before,” I panted between hard kisses.

He smiled against my lips and pulled at my clothes.

The car shook as he pounded into me. I didn’t care that anyone walking by would know what we were doing in there. I wanted them to know. I wanted them to know Galen was mine and I was his.

“Simon,” he said, tucking his face in the crook of my neck while he buried his cock in my ass.

My name on his lips had never sounded sweeter. I slipped my hands up the back of his shirt and touched the wing slits that never failed to push him over the edge. He reached between us and jerked my cock in sync with his quick thrusts.

My damn eyes rolled back in my head as my orgasm built, then hit me full force.

“That’s it,” he said, pressing his head to mine as my body shuddered beneath him. “Come for me. Only me.”

“Only you,” I whimpered.

No one else would ever compare to him for as long as I lived.

Chapter Fifteen