She held her hands at her sides, worked to keep her spine straight and confident, fighting the urge to shy away.
She breathed in and focused on his eyes, which moved slowly over her several times. His bare hand came up and grabbed the hilt of his sword, but other than that, there was no reaction from him.
Cyane chewed on her tongue, her heartbeat fluttering, steadily increasing.
“This only makes it worse,” he said.
She flinched, snapping her arms over her breasts. “I’m sorry. I thought when you slipped my dress off…”
“That I wanted to see you?”
Oh god.“Yes.” Like how much she wanted to seehim.
“I would rather feel you, Cyane. I see you, always.”
Oh fuck.Blasted tears rushed to her eyes, and she swiped them away quickly. He pulled her into his arms before she could turn away, before she could grab her dress and hide. He brushed her tears from where they gathered.
Realization struck her.
After everything she’d wanted before, despite everything she’d seen, she’d submit, drop to her knees, and worship him, always.
Cerberus never had to ask her. Never again.
What else was there for one to do when one wanted a god?
And that god wanted her as well.
The Day of Battles
Cyane moaned.His hands never stopped roaming her body. They started with her face again, catching her damning tears before they ran back through her hair, drifted over her neck, and whispered once more down her arms.
A horrible, wet ache grew between her legs. She wasn’t a saint, nor a vestal virgin, but as Cerberus stroked her body, it felt like he was stroking her sex, penetrating her to the core and making her as hungry as he claimed to be.
Lust had been stolen from her by inept sexual experiences, and she had begun to question if she could sincerely desire. But now she burned with it.
She wanted him inside her, pounding and erratic, needed the power he had focused solely on her.
His hands slipped down and cupped her breasts. His fingers circled and toyed with her nipples. She moved as close to his body as she could without interrupting the touch of his hands on her.
He squeezed her breasts gently. “Do all female mortals have such heavy breasts?”
“No.”
“Only fertility goddesses are endowed as such. They do not come to Tartarus. You have been given a gift.”
Cyane reached up and gripped his arms as his squeezing increased.
She was suddenly aware of how her nudity faced his fully armored body. It emphasized his power over her. She slid her hands up to his neck, under the metal edge of his helmet, and licked her lips. “Take this off. Let me see you,” she said.
“If I’m called away to protect the gates, what will protect my neck?”
“You could put it back on?”
“You may not like what I look like, Cyane.”
“I don’t think there is any face that would frighten me away from you. I’ve seen…” She swallowed. Teeth. Drool. Serpents and snouts. “Let me see more?”
He stared at her for a short while, and she thought he was going to deny her this request. The yearning in her grew at the thought of never seeing him without his armor.
