The hounds, with their labored breaths, filled the room with their panting. They were free to react in the animalistic ways he worked to contain. He sent them away, back to the shadows where they could guard from a distance.
Some gods loved to fuck in animal forms, delighting in the taboo, but he wanted to come to her this first time as a male, one she equally feared and submitted to. Cyane showed no submission towards his hounds.
Cerberus grabbed the blanket she held and ripped it from her grip. Her arms flew across her chest as her legs curled under her. Gorgeous brown waves fell over her shoulders and down her chest and arms.
He now understood his body’s reaction, even if the sensation was new.
Cyane’s eyes dipped, trailing over his body.
Cerberus knew what she saw. He knew what Hades’s male form represented, his might and absolute power. A lord did not represent the extremity of dominance without appearing the part.
His mouth watered in response to her unease as she studied his body. Her eyes darted to his hand, to the ring wrapped around his thumb.
‘Cyane is to serve me. She is a means to an end, like all mortals, so do what you will with her.’
Hades was in his head, always.
“I’ve returned to feel you,” he said, placing his knee on the bed.
Cyane, grabbing a pillow from behind, slipped it in front of her, covering herself as she moved back. “Why?” she whispered.
“The warmth you gave me has left. I’d...like to feel that way again.” He wouldn’t move closer until she gave him the answer he was looking for. “Let me touch you.” He didn’t tell her that their time together might come to an end, that his hunger for her had to be sated now or they risked losing the opportunity.
He only told her what he desired. He waited.
A strange sort of fear filled him, one that warned she may turn cold if he took what wasn’t given. Death was often taken, and it was always frigid.
He overcame the urge in his shaft and stepped back from the bed. “It’s your choice.”
A short time passed before she made her decision. She loosened her grip on the pillow. “Are you certain it’s me you want?”
How could she ask that? Did she not see his need? Feel it herself? The smell of her arousal was thick in the space between them. He only wished he could take her while she knelt at his feet, while she submitted to him with downcast eyes. “Yes,” he said eagerly. “I’d kill a thousand men for you and lay their heads before you.”
Her eyes widened. “Okay.”
Her breathless voice made his mouth water.
Cyane reached out her hand, and he took it, sliding into the bed next to her. Cerberus drew away the pillow and shifted so he was atop her. Cyane’s unusual sunlit scent captivated him. Fresh and new and so unlike the dark chasm he knew.
He held himself up on his elbow as he pushed her legs down with his free hand, forcing her body to align with his. She was tense, but not with resistance—with somethingnew. He tucked her arms beneath his chest, petting her as he adjusted her to his liking, finding enjoyment in little hairs that lifted from her skin and the soft sounds that fell from her lips.
The blunt dagger of his cock rubbed over her thighs and pelvis. It was the coldest part of him. He pressed it between her warm legs, which were tightly together, and groaned as he forced the increasingly painful appendage in. Her nails bit into his chest. He didn’t understand her rigidity.
“Let me in,” he rasped the order.
Cyane’s chest rose and fell against his, but she did as he’d bidden and parted her thighs, giving him a slip of space. He pressed his hips forward, sliding his cock into the gap...
Cerberus closed his eyes in reverie and groaned.
Trembling, Cerberus opened his eyes and looked down at where they were connected. He groaned again.
“You... The heat.” Words escaped him. The heat flooded him, hurt him, and begged him for more.
Overwhelming.
“More.” He didn’t recognize his own voice.
Cerberus drew back his hips when the heat became too much, only to realize his horrid mistake as he slipped from her. Cold. He pushed back down between her thighs. His gasping increased, and his arms strained to hold himself up into a position to push in and out while keeping her perfectly in place.
