JUDE
Disciple's Descendant 5
Now available at Amazon.With whispered words, Thaddeus Jude holds the ability to control or kill most living things. The silken sound of his voice changes wars and worlds—but he can’t have Ethia. A Divinity warrior, she exudes pure lust, a feeling so overwhelming, no one resists her. Drawn to her flame as if a moth, Jude is determined to be the first to conquer Ethia, use her to slip uninvited into the Divinity’s circle.
Ethia
must exact necessary information from Jude quickly. If he wins their game of
cat and mouse, her ass might roast in Hell. However, the mean, sadistic
bastard’s chords of beauty tug her ever closer, pull her nearer to an abyss
there is no escape from.
Their
stolen pleasure may bring a horrible death.
Excerpt:
Taking his seat, Jude scrutinized Leviat.
“The man bathed in light, the one who said he could kill you; who was he?”
“Why were you following me, Jude?”
“I happened upon two screeching creatures as
I crossed Montana on my way home and wondered at the commotion.”
Leviat beamed. “You get all hot and bothered
watching dragon’s fuck?”
Jude shrugged. “To kill dragons, the stranger
would need to possess every power Gage has.”
“And?”
Zeb dealt cards deftly. “We are all aware of
the Divinity, Jude. What’s your point?”
“Why don’t we have access to them?”
Riot and Leviat shoved their cards into the
center pile and recited fold at the same time. Riot insisted, “You want to see
what it’s like to know everything, feel all the pain and misery those unlike us
suffer daily?” His fingers formed a steeple. “I can show you, Jude.”
“I don’t want that.”
“What exactly do you want?”
Jude examined Riot, saw no sign of the massive
scar previously on his right cheek. Even though he appeared so seldom in their
lives, Scariot portrayed no discomfort among the others. Each and every time
he materialized, descendants accepted the man back into their elite group as if
he’d never been away. Same courtesy was afforded that human, Ander. Damn it. A fish out of water, that’s how
Jude felt. He’d never really spent much time with the other disciples as Gage
used him most often. His power allowed him to leave much less damage than the
others which Jude didn’t see as enough reason to make him a master killer. A pariah.
Even among those that called themselves brethren. “How many people’s lives have
you ended, Riot?”
“Then, now, or later this week?”
“Your devious ass probably doesn’t keep count.”
“Do you? If so, Jude, Why? I mean, to what
end, man? We do Gage’s bidding. He’s in control, he deals with more shit than
you and I will get a whiff of in five lifetimes.” He stood and pushed his chair
in. Leaning, he spoke solemnly, “Know what else? It’s him who answers to a higher power when all is said and done.”
Riot spoke nothing but truth. Gage could more
than likely end up sitting on Satan’s footstool. Jude had no idea when he
started to expect more or what more encompassed.
Sitting here, now, with these men was the closest he'd every come to feeling part of something. Nonetheless,
uncertainty gnawed away at his gut. “Is what you have enough?”
Before Riot answered, he heard light steps
approach. Ethia. Jesus, he already concluded she was a divinity warrior, a temptress
enlisted to watch over him. How must duties she performed weigh on her
shoulders? She used sexual wiles to plumb men’s minds and hearts. Did it bother
her to know she stole secrets that might cause their demise? It brought him
back to thoughts of Gage and those who controlled his leader. Just who was the
Divinity and who the hell did they answer to?
“I can whip up something to eat if you guys
are hungry.” He noted she now wore stretch pants with a tee and both molded to
her delectable body. Jude scoured faces to make sure no eyes lingered on her
perfect ass. Christ sakes, when did this feeling of guardianship take hold?
“I crave pizza.” Riot licked his lips. “You
know, one with thin crispy crust, slathered with sauce, mounded with nothing
but mozzarella and pepperoni.”
“What, no anchovies, sausage, onion, and
olives?”
“Hell no. Start throwing all that shit on it,
it’s not a pizza, Zeb, it’s a fucking casserole.”
Winking at the time shifter, Ethia had her
cell phone in hand already. “A man after my own heart.”
Jude grunted. “I’m not hungry.” If she
deigned to have Riot at her beck and call, that necessitated she think again. Mine. If another man touched her he’d
sing them into oblivion. Fuck Gage and his tawdry talisman. He’d elevate his
pitch so high, they’d override any gadget his leader designed to stop him. Jude
detested feeling out of control and… And what? Goddamn it to hell! Angrily pushing from the table, Jude stood and
left the room heading to the makeshift cage he’d been relegated to initially. Yes,
he’d find a way into the Divinity. After all he’d done to help preserve
mankind, Jude felt he deserved what he wanted.
Then he would possess the ability to have
whatever he wished.
Strangely enough, at this moment, he’d settle
for having their warrior beneath him.
Shoving through the bedroom door, he slammed
it shut hard enough to jostle pictures on the wall. Everything needed shaking
up. If her phone worked inside, so would his. Jude planned to add a few folks
to the assembly. I leave you in charge of
my home… And he intended to take full advantage of his tiny scrap of
control. Sinalia resided outside and would, undoubtedly, come in the minute he
closed his eyes to sleep. Let’s see how things flowed with Sim’s lady in the
picture. Yeah, may as well add Ander and Pet to the mix. Surely, that would put
everyone off their game having numerous flagrant females in close proximity. Damnation,
still no phone service so he could call no one. How did hers work? Shit! No matter. The other’s ladies paled
when compared to Ethia. That reminded Jude, he hadn’t only left powerful men
downstairs, something much more desirable had been left behind. Medicinal ointment
had not masked her scent.
Jude
no longer smelled Ethia!
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