She fumbled with the button on his jeans, finally gave up, grasped the two halves of his waistband, and pulled hard. The button popped and flew across the floor. He tore his mouth from hers and looked down, his bare chest rising and falling with his labored breaths, that scruff on his cheeks from days without shaving so damn sexy, it was all she could do not to take a bite out of him. “Impatient?”
“Yes.” She pushed both hands inside his pants, slid them past his hips. “You. Naked. Now.”
Desire darkened his eyes. He growled, then his mouth was back on hers, this time with frantic kisses stealing her breath while she shoved his pants and boxers down to his thighs. His cock sprang up, hard and hot and pulsing. She wrapped her hand around the thickness, smiled against his lips when he groaned and pressed himself into her hand.
She hadn’t gotten to explore last time. She wanted that now. To find out for herself just what made him gasp. Which brush made him groan. How long it would take to make him come.
He fumbled with her pants again as she stroked him, pushing them down her hips. She lifted, wriggled so he could slide them down her ass. Grew frustrated when the fabric bunched against her boots.
He pulled his mouth from hers. “These have to go.”
He grasped her pants at the waistband and ripped them right down the middle as if they were nothing but paper.
A surprised laugh fell from her lips. “Now who’s impatient?”
“Me.” He wrapped his hand over hers, still covering his cock, guided it close to rub the head against her clit. She shivered, gasped in pleasure. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” She closed her eyes, let go with her hand to give him control. The head of his cock pressed against her opening, sending the first tendrils of pleasure pulsing through her core.
“Too bad, Siren.” He pulled away. Her eyes flew open in surprise. He stepped back, grasped her body, and flipped her over onto her stomach. “Not what I want.”
Her breasts smashed into the solid wood. Her boots grappled to find their footing on the floor. He kicked her legs wider and leaned over her, pressing his hips up against her ass. And then she felt his cock brushing her folds all over again.
“Now this…this is what I want.” He thrust deep. She groaned at the hard length of him sliding into her. He dragged her back an inch as he withdrew. She dug her fingers into the edge of the table and groaned when he thrust again. Pleasure radiated outward from her center. He withdrew, drove deep again and again, jostling her against the table.
He brushed her hair over her shoulder as he continued to pound into her, leaned close to her ear. “This, Siren, is follow-through.” His fingers grazed the Siren marking on her shoulder blade. “I like this tattoo.”
She couldn’t answer. Was too focused on his wild plunge and release and plunge again. Her orgasm barreled closer. She closed her eyes, pressed back against him. Groaned for more. And then she felt his fingers slide beneath her hips and brush her clit.
That was it. All she could take. The orgasm he’d teased and taunted exploded, radiated through every cell in her body. She cried out as it swept through her. But unlike the last time they’d been together, this time it was all pleasure. No heartache, no pain, no bitter memories of the past spiraling in to ruin the moment.
His thrusts increased in speed. As the edges of her orgasm faded, she heard him grunt, realized he was close. She looked back over her shoulder, tightened around his length, trembled when he grew twice as hard inside her. She wanted to feel him come. Wanted to watch as he lost control the way he had before. Only this time she planned to enjoy it. Every last second. “Mm, yes, Orpheus. Hard. Just like that.”
“Tight. So tight.” His fingers shifted to her hips, dug into her skin. She pushed back against him as he drove again and again. “Ah, fuck, Siren.”
“Yes. That’s exactly what you’re doing. Mm…keep doing it. Don’t be gentle with me. Make me come again.”
Her words did exactly what she wanted. Made him harder, forced him deeper. On a long groan he shoved deep one last time and held still. His cock jerked and pulsed deep within her. His release triggered another in her, this one not quite as big as the last, but just as pleasurable. And so incredibly hot she knew she had to have it again.
He fell against her back and sucked in air. “Holy gods…”
A smile turned her lips. Not exactly. But she doubted a god could do it any better.
She pressed up on her hands, looked over her shoulder at his flushed face and tousled hair. Loved that she’d reduced him to a quivering mass of muscle and bone. “Follow-through?”
His heartbeat raced against her spine and his chest continued to rise and fall as if he was having trouble regulating his breathing. “Yeah, I guess that’s what you call it.”
“Not quite, daemon.” She shifted her weight back against him, pushing him off her. He slid from her body, stumbled back a step. Looked down with surprise. She flipped over, wriggled off the table. Stood in front of him.
“Siren—”
His pants were still around his thighs, which was perfect. She ran her hands down his chiseled abs, taking a good hard look at his body in the moonlight shining through the windows.
Just as she’d imagined, he was all corded muscle and gathered strength, covered in smooth, tight, enticing skin shades darker than her own. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she slid to her knees.
His cock, which seconds before had been at half-mast, sprang up thick and engorged and big. Bigger than she’d expected. “Not fair, daemon. Are you trying to make my job easier?”
“One of the few benefits of being an Argonaut.”
“Mm.” She closed her fingers around his shaft, loving the pulse and life she felt in her palm, the soft flesh sliding over the rock-hard center as she stroked him from base to tip, the musky smell of both of their releases radiating from his skin. “I can think of a few more. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Skyla—”
Gods, she loved it when he said her name. “No more games, Orpheus. Not tonight. Tonight I just want you.” She licked her lips. Watched as his eyes grew wide in anticipation. Her sex throbbed all over again as she leaned in and licked the very tip of his erection. “Should I stop or keep going?”
The doubt she’d seen in his eyes melted away. He grasped the back of her head and his fingers slid into her hair, tightened around the long locks. “No, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop now.”
She smiled. Trailed her tongue around the crown. “So what should I do instead?”
He tugged her head forward and a wicked grin turned his lips. “Why don’t you start by sucking my cock?”
Oh, he was a naughty, naughty daemon. And she loved that about him.
She opened her mouth, closed her lips around his length. Drew him all the way to the back of her throat. Grew hot and achy and wet all over again when he hardened against her tongue.
Follow-through had its benefits too. And before this night was over, she planned to prove to him just what those were. Every single one.
Even if doing so left her wondering…where the hell she now fit in the world.
Gryphon wasn’t sure what Atalanta could want with Krónos, but just being in the Elder God’s lair left a sick and horrific feeling in the pit of his stomach.
“Don’t fidget, doulas.” Atalanta sent him a hard look as they waited outside Krónos’s private quarters.
Gryphon turned away from the fifteen-foot-high black iron doors to look at the wallpaper in the sitting area, patterned in swirls that looked like droplets of blood, and the naked pictures of bodies entwined hanging on every wall. He tried to ignore the horrifying moans coming from the other side of that door, but he couldn’t ignore them completely. Dread coursed through his veins.