Filthy Gods (American Gods 0.5)(25)

I toyed with my necklace and his hand reached out, grabbing my own in his. I stared at the man before me, uncertain. Afraid of what he was saying. My heart couldn’t take it if it was a lie.

I swallowed, leaned forward and kissed his soft lips.

Two weeks.





The white party was in full swing. Every guest was dressed in pristine white gowns and suits as Frank Sinatra sung in the background.

Lights hung overhead, glistening in the darkening evening.

I walked around, holding a tray of champagne in flutes, offering them to each guest.

I spotted Nathaniel, amongst the crowd, surrounded by powerful, wealthy people.

I wanted him, but I was afraid to admit it. To say it first. Because I wanted him to want more from me. I wanted him to say it wasn’t over once we left and returned back to Yale.

Taking a deep breath, I looked away and continued wearing a mask I had mastered years ago.

Someone tapped my shoulder. “Ms. Monroe.”

I glanced back to see Senator Scott. Shivers ran down my back, but I managed to force a polite smile.

“Senator,” I said, nodding a hello but internally I cringed. “How can I help you?”

He flashed me a smile, showcasing all his perfect white teeth and reached over, his elbow brushing across my chest, startling me. He grabbed a flute, his eyes flitting to mine, his smile now faint.

“Simply admiring your beautiful features is helpful,” he whispered and took a greedy gulp of the champagne. I noted his eyes were unfocused, wild and the tips of his ears were bright red.

The tray shook in my hands. “Excuse me. I need to get more champagne.” It wasn’t a lie; he had just taken the last one, but I needed to get away from him.

I moved past him and back through the manor, setting the empty tray down on the front desk counter.

As I walked toward the kitchen, I breathed in and out slowly, trying to calm myself down. After a few more breaths, I finally felt myself relax. I had almost reached the busy kitchen when Nathaniel walked out of a room and grabbed my hand, forcing me to follow him into a dark room.

Before I could say a word, my back was pressed against the now-closed oak door, his mouth on mine as he stole the words out of me.

His hands stroked upward into my hair and clenched, bringing me flush against his strong frame. There was such fervor in his movements, so much burning, desperate passion.

“Nathaniel,” I gasped between a kiss.

His mouth pressed a kiss behind my ear, then I felt his warm, delicious tongue lick the length of my ear before he took the lobe in his mouth. I pressed my thighs together, shivering.

“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to sound stern but failing when a deep moan broke through my words. “We can’t—”

He kissed his way down my throat, leaving sinful trails of wetness behind. Growling deeply, one of his hands went to my ass, lifting me up with one arm until I wrapped my legs around him. Like this, we were connected in the best of ways, but there were too many layers between us and it did nothing to tame the fire burning deep in my core. I couldn’t see straight—couldn’t think straight.

“We can’t do this here, we could get caught.”

“You’ve been fucking me with your eyes all night, Juliette,” he whispered, dragging his nose up my neck once more. “Did you think I wouldn’t do something about it?”

Both hands were grasping my hips now and he moved us to the office desk, ignoring the papers and pens scattered about.

His hips settled in-between my legs in this new position, forcing my skirt to roll up higher, exposing my panties to him.

“Nathaniel, I’m working.” I rolled my head back as his bent, kissing my bare inner thigh and moving closer to my aching core.

His fingers pushed my panties to the side and he glanced up at me, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Are you saying I should stop, Juliette?”

I swallowed thickly, unable to look away, unable to stop craving his fingers stroking me.

I shook my head and he smirked, bringing that smug grin to my most intimate warmth.

My fingers dug into the ancient wood desk. His finger and tongue worked together, stroking deep, flicking ever so slightly on my clit.

I felt like I was about to split open under the pressure building inside me. I was captive to this insatiable growing need and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to be set free.

“You’re a god, Nathaniel Radcliffe,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his dark mane, pulling hard. “A filthy god.”

He hummed against me and my voice cracked.

He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, making me open farther for him and devoured me with even more ardor. He was a man on a mission, driven by his own need to conquer, take, bend to his will and I was boneless, weak to his touch, to his mouth, to his voice and just like that, I came undone, cursing and blessing him all at once.

He stood, cradling my sated body, smirking down at me.

“A filthy god, huh?” His smile stretched as a blush spread across my features. He bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to my burning cheek. “I’d prefer that to Nathaniel. Maybe I should make you call me that in bed from now on.”

I glared, rolling my eyes and shoved him back so I could fix myself before returning to the party. “You had me in a weak, desperate position.”

He leaned against the desk, watching me flatten my skirt. My eyes darted to his crotch. His pants didn’t hide the large erection, straining against the luxurious fabric. When I looked back up at him, he was smirking.