Jaksill: Ascension, #8

By Hayden West

Blurb

I am of the Principalities. My purpose is to guide and protect the nations of the mortal world. Time has had no meaning for me until the day my existence intersects with this human. Everything is now different, and I am questioning if I am only supposed to serve and set aside my own desires. I will find a way to do both, for I have claimed him as my own.

I am…

Jaksill

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hayden West
• Release date: Oct 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393315193

Book preview

Chapter One

Fuck yeah! Heavy hands pounded the table they were gathered around as the smiling waitress delivered another round of shots.

The six men hoisted their shots as one then downed them the same way.

Music blared from the speakers as lights strobed through the air, reminding anyone that may be looking for a less than loud time, this most definitely wasn’t the place for them to be.

To the unluckiest one in the world. Xenon Gabor tossed his long black hair from his face as he pushed his empty shot glass toward the middle of the table.

Hey!

The protest came from Bill Elfman, the groom to be.

Xenon smacked him on the back, wincing slightly as the man doubled over in pain. Some days he forgot how strong he was.

"I was talking about Lissy, you fucking lucked out. Her, poor baby is getting the short end of the stick. And I do mean short."

The others cackled and beginning ribbing Lewis about his small cock. The man took it all good naturally. Partially because that was just the kind of man he was and partially because he was fucking wasted like the rest of them gathered. A fact that was farther proved when he jumped on the table and began gyrating his hips, completely out of sync with the music and the lights but having the mother fucking time of his life.

Xenon’s head spun, a combination of the lights, music, lack of food, and indulgence of liquor didn’t exactly put him the prime seat of sensible. He was not far enough gone to think he could drive, but he also didn’t like this close to that edge.

Two more of the groomsmen scrambled up on the table and joined Bill.

Get up here, you souses.

Xenon was about to say no when the beat pulsed through him. he couldn’t ignore it and hopped up on the table from a standstill, earning appreciative looks from men and women alike.

One blonde near the front whipped of her shirt and whistled. Take it off!

All six of them were up there moments later doing a male version of Coyote Ugly. His shirt hung from some woman’s shoulder, the flashing and blinking lights striking along his tribal tattoos he had all over his right sleeve and on to his pectoral on that same side.

Even their waitress watched them as they shook their asses, laughed, and made asses of themselves simply out of celebration for their friend who was going off to get married the following day.

Hours later the hummer limo took them back to their hotel where they each stumbled to their own rooms and subsequent beds. The wake up calls and even room alarms having already been requested before they even risked going out. They may all be big men who worked in construction but the thought of facing a vengeful Lissy on her wedding day because they were to hungover wasn’t anything he would wish on his worst enemy.

Despite the intense, and the shit was fucking intense, pounding in his head, he stood up there proudly beside one of his best friends in the world as the two, disgustingly happy and in love, exchanged vows and shared their first kiss as husband and wife.

He danced, he partied, and he danced some more. He also helped fuck with their car that they were taking to the airport to catch the flight for the honeymoon. Xenon stood with his other friends, waving as the car dragging not just cans but also condoms and other various sex toys roared off down the road.

Jason walked up beside him and slung his arm around him, impressive as Xenon wasn’t exactly on the small side. Then again, neither was Jason.

I heard them say you were next.

Xenon punched him in the side without hesitation. Jason laughed and stumbled away from him.

What? You know we’ll all be here. I hope to god the one you pick is handsomer than your ugly ass mug or no one will want to touch the cake with your topper there.

You know I have no problem carrying your ass up to my office and tossing you over the side, right?

Jason straightened his tuxedo, lifted his hand and began to shimmy and shake his ass. Xenon glared at him and knew he was fucked when the other groomsmen joined them up there and Country Girl by Luke Bryan began to play.

Watching Jason pretend to be one of the dancers to the music had him shaking off that final bit of melancholy that was creeping in.