It was impossible to know how much time has passed since their last coupling—time really wasn’t normal here—but found despite being sore from before, she still wanted him back inside her.
His tongue drove harder between her lips and explored her mouth, as demanding and heavy as his erection. Cyane slanted her head as much as he would let her and opened her eyes to look at him.
Cerberus feverishly stared back at her. Her aching sex knotted. He wrapped his arms around her, grasped her backside, and lifted her hard against him as he stood. Cyane grabbed onto him but there was no need—she was locked so hard between his arms that she couldn’t get away. Cerberus walked them to the bed and laid her down. She whined when he ripped his mouth from hers to stand over her.
Gasping, she gazed up at him.
“I will be inside you again, mortal, but I need to know you won’t leave me this time. I thought I killed you, and I...” His eyes streaked over her body, landing between her legs.
Embarrassed, she began to close her thighs. His hands shot out, and he tore her legs open again. Spread wide open to his gaze, she shivered as butterflies assailed her. His eyes had not moved from her sex.
She dropped her own gaze to his bulging prick and wiggled uncomfortably. She couldn’t believe such a huge, veiny shaped specimen had been inside her.
Perhaps that’s why I passed out…
She sucked in her stomach. “You what?”
“I was about to tear this realm apart for your soul to slam it back into you.”
She moaned. Why did that make her moan?
“You didn’t hurt me before. I—” she struggled for the right words. “Being with you, like that, it was so sudden, unexpected. I wasn’t prepared, not forthat.” Whatever it was. Cyane licked her lips as his hands gripped her thighs harder. “I don’t think anyone could prepare to be with someone like you?”
His jaw ticked. “As they could with a mortal?”
She nodded.
“Have you been with a mortal?”
“Once—”
“Who?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
He leaned over her menacingly, releasing his hold on one of her thighs, and she drew away, as far as she was able. “Who?” he demanded.
“A boy,” she hesitated as Cerberus’s chill careened over her. “Another foster in the house I lived in when I was young.”
Cerberus could do anything to her at any time. His constant control of all her movements was evidence alone.
But she knew he would never hurt her, and every time he used his absolute might upon her, she buckled willingly, near desperate to do everything he wanted. Wet. She was achingly wet for it.
Cerberus pressed his lips to her ear. Her throat closed after a gulp. “You will give me his name when this is finished between us, and I will wait for his soul to come to me to die another death.”
Cyane shivered. “I don’t want this to ever be finished between us.”
The blunt head of his cock rubbed her sex. “Then you will never leave.”
“Will you protect me?”
“Yes,” he said with such adamance that it stole her breath.
“Would you...” She licked her lips. “Would you swear an oath to Styx on it?”
Cerberus’s cock rubbed up and down her open sex, the hard ridge of his tip bumping across her clit, her aching core. She grew wetter by the second.
“I swore an oath to Hades to always be loyal to him,” Cerberus murmured.
