I caressed up her body until I was standing upright, languishing in her soft whimpers, mixed with the regular rumblings of the ongoing storm in a deadly concoction. If I wasn’t inside her in five fucking seconds, I was going to rage.

I whipped her around and pressed my front up to her curved back, tightening my grasp on the rail either side of her.

“Lay your hands on mine, baby, and look down at your realm.” She followed my command, her fingers interlacing over mine.

“Our realm,” she said with conviction. Micah turned her head, eyes catching my gaze, filled with clear and all-consuming sincerity. “I love you, August Mathers. All of you.” Her words hit me like a lethal gunshot straight to my fucking heart. A mortal wound I would willingly let fester, bleeding out at her feet.

“Show me how much,” I grunted before catching her lips. Lining my tip up to her wet entrance, I pushed in deep, burying myself up to the very hilt. No resistance, only pure acceptance.

The rain grew heavy and the storm worsened as I pushed inside her, as if the earth was sending shockwaves in warning, the gods themselves beating us down with rebuttal, reigning havoc on us mere mortals.

“Bring the fucking storm,” she panted.

“We’ll weather it together. Always.”

Lightning struck from the sky, the flare of illumination causing her tight pussy to pulsate around my cock. I pumped harder, a growl escaping my lips as I thrust deep and raw, her walls glistening and so fucking tender. When thunder boomed overhead, I drove in one final masterstroke and her release quaked through her whole body, squeezing and demanding my own in return. My fingers tightened on the rail, our screams catching in the wind, carrying them to all corners of the city.

Our city.

EpilogueACE

Several months later

Ibraced my hands over my ears to prevent the piercing alarm from tearing my eardrums apart.

We were herded out of our cells to congregate in the communal hall, so everyone could be accounted for.

What the fuck could it be this time?

Since the massacre of the Terror Squad months ago, there had been a full overhaul of Oakview Asylum. The government trialled numerous tactics to improve the place, introducing new doctors, new treatments. Everything. The only problem was, nobody knew what the fuck they were doing.

Most were terrified from the previous unanswered murders. Me? I didn’t give a fuck. I absolutely hated most of the people who were gone. I say they deserved it.

So, if anything, my time here had improved immensely.

It was the middle of the night, inmates trailing through the dimmed corridors like lifeless zombies.

Then the lights cut out.

I breathed a sigh, darkness settling my tired mind, my fingers deftly flicking my lighter open and closed.

Click. Click.

I turned a corner and there, plastered on the wall in clear, glowing letters was a message—LAY LOW—with an arrow pointing in the opposite direction.

I could count on one hand how many people understood those words, their significance. Hell, less than one hand. More like two fingers for the people living.

I followed the arrows down deserted passageways and came to a side exit, my palm hesitating over the handle. Could this be a test? Even if it was, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

With a deep breath, I pushed the latch open and there waiting for me was a good-looking stranger who seemed bored. Without a word, the corner of his mouth twitched, engraving a slight dimple into his stubbled cheek before he extended a hand.

Grasping onto the offer, he pulled me through the archway. The suppressant barrier was uncomfortable, however not anywhere near as painful as I last remembered.

The man released me, hitched his chin to the end of the alley, then turned in the opposite direction, vanishing into the night.

I pitched around the sharp corner he indicated and came up short.

Psycho leant back against one of two motorbikes, his arms wrapped around the shoulders of a blindfolded Dr Chaser who, in turn, settled back against his chest.

Psycho held a finger to his lips and my gaze caught on his freshly tattooed knuckles. Eight digits, each finger with a letter, altogether spelling M-Y-G-O-L-D-E-N.

“Can I see my present now?” she crooned. I’d never seen her like this. Instead of a professional suit and lab coat, she wore biker gear, tattoos peeking out over her skin.

Psycho nipped the flesh between her neck and shoulder. “Happy birthday, baby.” Then he ripped off the blindfold.

Dr Chaser scanned the surrounds, amber eyes climbing my frame before a wide, genuine smile dominated her face.

I robotically waved, unsure what the fuck to do. “Ah, happy birthday, Doc.”

She squeezed Psycho’s hand and tilted her head to the second motorbike. “Let’s go home, Ace.”

Thanks for reading the journey of August and Micah.

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Acknowledgments

As a baby author, releasing my debut novel still feels surreal. That I’ve come this far is truly amazing and I couldn’t have done it without a select few by my side.

Godless Creatures is a testament to them.

First, we’ve got to go back to where it all began. This book wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for one drunken night with a dear friend. Where our inhibitions were swept away by the alcohol and our dreams were spoken aloud. Dreams that seemed so farfetched, until your support and encouragement guided them into an achievable, realistic goal. Taylor, I’m so lucky to call you a friend and am thankful for that one night which led us down this path. I can’t wait for you to join me on this journey where we both fulfil everything we wanted and more.

Next, to my US girls!

Liz, the amount of time and effort you put into me and my work is beyond. I value your input so much, as I would not be the author I am today without your guidance and invaluable advice.

Crys, the ultimate hype girl. Thanks for loving my characters nearly as much as me. You’ve kept me sane on this ‘insane’ journey, with your contagious humour and energy. Give me some!

Tay, for the continuous encouragement and guiding the way for us that have come after.

My family. Your belief in me is UNMATCHED. There’s no limit to what I can do and with you by my side I know it to be true.

To my husband. My day one, ride or die, my fucking best friend. For believing in whatever I do and having my back throughout it all.