Cerberus knows how to take care of me.She turned her smile upward, thanking him, loving him from afar.
She climbed into bed next to her stolen golden god, now hers for as long as the magical poppy would last. She settled herself comfortably against his side and draped her arm and leg over him.
Melinoe closed her eyes and entered Hermes’s dreams, where she turned them into delicious nightmares.
The Final Dance
Persephone leftCyane in the gardens hours ago. At least Cyane thought it had been that long, but as she watched the distant surreal cavern ceiling of the Underworld, the colors of Tartarus never changed. Not even slightly.
Creatures flew by now and then, cawing and cackling, but they never dived down close enough for her to see what they actually were. She was thankful for that. Their forms...weren’t right.
She waited for Cerberus to come to her, and when he finally did, she still wasn’t prepared.
Silent as a wraith, he appeared standing over her, blocking out the sky. Cyane’s heart thudded hard at his abrupt appearance, and she tore the grass where her fingers rested at her sides.
His helmet was off, but his skin was now clean of blood. His face was stony and unreadable, and his eyes peered down at her, studying her. Heat flooded her body, and she waited for him to speak.
But he stepped back and offered his hand instead. His glove was already off, showing her the ring of hair he still wore on his thumb. She slowly rose up on her elbows and took his hand. It wasn’t what she wanted as he helped her to her feet. She wanted him to kneel at her side and smile (had she ever seen him smile?) and cover her mouth with his own. She wanted immediate reassurance that he still desired her. That, even though he ultimately gave her what she wanted—freedom—that it hadn’t been easy for him to let her go.
Because it hadn’t been easy for her.
Cerberus drew his hand away and clenched it at his side. Cyane noticed.
“Come,” was all he said as he turned and made his way towards the castle’s shadowy passageway.
She watched him walk away, and her chest constricted.
She fell to her knees with a gasp. “Cerberus,” she said, dropping her head and pressing her palms into the ground in submission. “I need—”
Cyane never finished what she was going to say.
Because then he was on her, behind her, pushing her to the grass, throwing her gold dress up over her head. Her chest was pressed upon the grass, but her butt hung in the air, her knees bent at an uncomfortable angle.
She tensed for an attack.
“Don’t you dare,Ciane,” he said low and raspily, his cold breath wafting over her exposed sex. “Don’t ask anything of me this day. I want nothing but to take from you.”
He knew. He knew about her previous life.
The warning in his voice sent a heady, dark whisper of need through her. A whimper escaped. Her core knotted.
She bit her tongue hard and forced the sudden stiffness from her body. But it returned quickly as his hands gripped her thighs, and his fingers pressed into her skin, pulling them apart, pulling her sex open. She knew he saw her clench, knew when she sucked in her stomach, it made her hips sway, just a little.
Embarrassed and delighted, unable to take a full breath, she wiggled further with anticipation, with dangerous craving.
A long, thin, rather inhuman tongue slid across her core. Several more joined it, twisting and prodding and lickingeverythingas an otherworldly groan filled her ears, coming from everywhere, from every direction. It was unlike anything she ever heard from Cerberus before.
Fangs, serpentine tongues, smoke, and dripping saliva filled her vision. Hundreds of eyes, hundreds of hounds, all swaying in and out of a miasma of darkness, barely visible through the single strip of visibility her skirt offered to illuminate their frightening forms and movements.
Cyane brought her fists to her mouth to muffle her moans and squeezed her eyes shut, choosing to remain hidden under the drape of her skirt.
The tongues lashed, probed, and spun as they stroked and struck her, delving into not only her sex, but her breasts and backside too. They filled her mercilessly wherever they could, taking every intimate part of her and stealing it away.
“Warm, so warm,” a deep, rumbling voice said, echoing on itself a hundred times over. She felt her sanity slip, and found the hold of the two very human hands holding her legs slightly up and apart.
His tongues circled her in waves, curling over her clit, slapping against the delicious part deep inside. A cry tore from her throat as she tried to press her legs together as every nerve ending was tormented maliciously.
She didn’t want to come, didn’t want to submit out in the open like this. But then teeth grazed her most sensitive flesh, the sensation unlike anything she knew possible.
