15. A Prophecy #2
Ian heaved breathlessly, his hips bucking every time Deja’s tongue bathed his dick and her lips caressed his sensitive skin.
She terrified him. The power she wielded absolutely terrified him. That someone could make him come apart so fast, so willingly, so carelessly. Ian was never one to give up control, and yet he gave it to Deja without hesitation.
Her body jostled violently from Jax’s chaotic thrusts.
But Ian’s concern had melted away along with any need to be gentle the moment her big brown eyes met his gaze.
Those enigmatic chocolate brown eyes were pure sorcery that locked him in a prison of his own insatiable raging desire.
He wanted to be gentle, but those eyes challenged him to do his worst.
“Fucking hell!” Ian blurted, tightening his grip on her head as his hips bucked until he could feel the back of her throat. Deja gagged, and he hesitated, but she dug her nails into his thighs until she felt him hit her throat again.
Tears pearled in Deja’s eyes as her climax erupted. She felt Ian’s seed spilling into her mouth, and her fingers trembled, holding him between her lips until she had every last drop.
Jax’s fingers were messy with a mixture of his cum and her arousal. The only man with the privilege of fucking her pussy raw, and he absolutely reveled in it.
Her exhausted body collapsed before she smelled Ian’s cologne as he pulled her naked, sweaty body into his arms. She tried to catch her breath as Ian affectionately kissed her forehead.
His thumb tenderly wiped his cum from the corner of her mouth before his lips were on hers and his tongue worked her mouth open.
Deja looked down and saw a shirtless Jax wearing sweatpants, sitting on his knees with her foot in his lap, and gently massaging her. “I swear, making love to you is like fighting sometimes,” she teased.
“That’s because you challenge me,” Jax grinned.
“Here we go,” Deja rolled her eyes.
“He’s right, sweetheart. You’re just as unhinged as the rest of us,” Ian smirked.
Caleb and Keith re-entered the room with bags of food. “Finally!” she groaned.
“So impatient, this one,” Caleb said, handing her a sandwich.
Deja went to take a bite when she looked at the strange black mark on Jax’s chest. “Does that mark have anything to do with this… prophecy?” she asked. Jax tilted his head with a raised brow.
He shot up. His hands frantically running over his body. Not a scratch on him. Which didn’t make sense since he had been stabbed and shot.
The ground beneath his feet was wet as he stood up. He couldn’t recognize where he was in the black void surrounding him.
“Yo.”
Jax stepped back, startled, as a man with wild black hair and distinct blue eyes, wearing black joggers and an open black jacket revealing his heavily tattooed chest, suddenly appeared in front of him.
“Please don’t make greeting mortals with ‘yo’ a habit…”
Jax turned around and saw another man who looked like a much older version of the other, except his hair was blond and fell far past his shoulders. Hundreds of tattoos inked his skin.
“I’m the new king of the underworld. I should be able to do whatever the fuck I want,” the black-haired man said.
The blond-haired man rolled his eyes. “Fucking stubborn is what you are.”
“Like father, like son, bitch!”
They looked like humans, but their voices sounded inhumanely deep and distorted. “I’m confused,” Jax said. “Am I dead?”
“Yes and no,” the blond said. “I’m Luc. This is my annoying son, Dorian. I’m showing him the ropes.”
“‘Son’ for like 2 seconds- Why you gotta make it sound like fuckin’ Bring Your Child to Work Day? We met like yesterday,” Dorian smirked.
“Can you take this seriously?” Luc snapped.
“Shit. My bad,” Dorian said, turning to Jax. “So yeah, you’re in hell for being a shitty person. Congrats, asshole.”
“Dorian!” Luc snapped as Dorian cackled. “Follow the fucking script I gave you.”
“Alright, shit…” Dorian muttered. “Jax Donovan, right? Damn, you’re sexy as hell.”
Jax raised a brow. “...thanks? But, I’m engaged.”
Dorian snorted. “Was I asking?”
“You’re in what we call ‘The In-Between’,” Luc explained. “Neither alive nor dead. This usually happens when you almost die in the mortal world.”
Jax frowned with regret, trying to remember. “...my fiance… she… tried to kill me…”
“That’s hot as hell,” Dorian said. “She sounds like a keeper.”
“She is,” Jax said. “But I… fucked up.”
“Men usually do,” Luc said. “But Deja’s not just any mortal. She’s important. And you need to keep her safe.”
Jax looked at Luc, confused. “Important how?”
Luc looked at Dorian. “My turn? Alright, I got this,” Dorian said, clearing his throat. “She’s basically a god-”
“From the beginning, Dorian!” Luc snapped. “Fucking hell…”
Dorian rolled his eyes. “I swear I can’t stand this motherfu- So there’s this chick called Makena, right?
You know about her. Your little mortal club, The Society, acknowledges the gods of the Old Religion.
So this Makena chick is like… the creator of all life, including you, me, and another god you worship… ”
“Roselyn…” Jax said.
“Bingo,” Dorian smiled. “Roselyn– ridiculously hot, extremely unfriendly, likes to wage war and shit like a fucking psychopath– has what’s called ‘a god gene’.
Now, even though Makena created all life, there is a small subset of random beings that carry Makena’s distinct god gene.
Those created in her image. My father’s girl has Makena’s god gene, and so does yours… ”
Jax looked at Dorian, confused. “...Deja has Roselyn’s god gene?”
“Makena’s god gene– she’s mother. So Roselyn and Deja are like… basically sisters,” Dorian shrugged.
“That is completely incorrect,” Luc sighed.
“You’re a full-breed demon, shut up. In mortal terms, it makes total sense,” Dorian grinned. “Right, pretty boy?”
“It does- Wait…pretty boy?” Jax said.
“He’s technically older than you, ‘boy’,” Luc smirked.
“Shut up,” Dorian said.
“What do I do with this information?” Jax asked.
“You’re a ruthless killer with a body count the size of a heavily populated small country. Wreak havoc and burn the world to the fucking ground if you have to, if it means keeping her safe,” Dorian said.
“I would have done that regardless,” Jax quipped.
Dorian grinned as he looked at Luc. “I like him. 10/10. Would absolutely fucking smash.”
Luc rolled his eyes with a grin. “Since Deja is one of the few mortals with the god gene, she’s most likely destined for something important. I can’t tell you what that is or I’d cause mortal interference.”
“Does that mean I’m going back?” Jax asked.
“Yup,” Dorian said, approaching Jax. “That’s where I come in. Try not to be a prick this time. You love her? Fucking act like it- You mortals are so dumb sometimes-”
“Dorian,” Luc sighed.
Jax looked at Dorian, startled, as his human body transformed into a monstrosity three times his original size.
His eyes shimmered black as streams of lava cracked his skin and black ink crawled up his arms. His hair fell below his shoulders as his teeth snarled, two tongues slithering from his lips.
“...fuck…” Jax gasped in horror.
“That’s what my girl said when I fucked her with both tongues,” Dorian grinned. “Hold still. This is gonna hurt like a bitch.”
Deja blinked at Jax, wide-eyed, as silence thickened the air. “I like Dorian. He sounds crazy as shit and knows how to roast Jax like I do,” Keith said, breaking the silence. “I feel like we’d be bros.”
“Of course,” Caleb snorted.
“How is that your first reaction?” Ian asked.
“Can I call you ‘pretty boy’ too?” Keith grinned before quickly dodging as Jax’s blade flew past his face.
“Okay…” Deja finally spoke. “I’m trying to have an open mind, but… that sounds too crazy. I’m not some descendant of a god. I’m a scientist.”
“The two are not mutually exclusive,” Jax said simply. “Roselyn’s Memoir has resonated with you for a reason. But that’s between you… and her. You can believe what you want, Deja. I’m not here to sway you otherwise. Just passing along a message.”
Deja twisted her mouth as she marinated on Jax’s words.
“Mommy missed you so much!”
Deja didn’t realize how much she missed her daughter until she was smelling her scent, and her heart exploded, cradling her small body in her arms again.
Ian smiled fondly, watching Deja kiss Chloe’s forehead.
He loved the way Caleb affectionately wiped the tears from Deja’s cheeks as he caressed Chloe’s head.
“She missed you, too,” Debra smiled, handing Jax the baby bag.
“I hope she didn’t give you too hard a time,” Jax said.
“Not at all. I love spending time with my granddaughter,” Debra beamed.
“This chicken is elite! Thanks for the leftovers, Mrs. Debs,” Keith said, stepping into the living room with a chicken leg hanging from his mouth. Jax looked at him, annoyed, as Ian curled his lip in disgust.
“I’m glad you like it, sweetie,” Debra smiled.
“You guys got any hot sauce?” Keith asked with a full mouth.
“Try this one. My own recipe,” Jared said, handing him a bottle.
“Oh fuck yeah!” Keith grinned, popping it open.
“Keith!” Jax snarled.
“My bad,” Keith said, chewing.
Caleb rolled his eyes when he spotted a police report receipt sitting on their dresser. “...did the police stop by?” Caleb asked.
“Yeah, I called them,” Jared said.
Deja looked at her father, alarmed. “Why? Did something happen?”
“Some suspicious white folks kept passing by the house. I didn’t like it. Reported them to the police, but they ain’t do nothin’ cause it’s a Black neighborhood. You know how it goes,“ Jared muttered, sitting in his recliner when he looked at the men. “No offense, boys.”
“None taken,” Caleb smirked.
“ACAB, baby,” Keith shrugged with a grin.
“Esme’s Reapers,” Ian whispered to Deja, who nodded her understanding.
“Thanks, Mom. I’ll make sure to bring her more often,” Deja said, kissing Debra’s cheek.
“Chile, you better,” Debra said, before turning to Jax. “So when’s the wedding?”
“Mom!” Deja groaned as Jax laughed.