“I wish I knew what he wanted with me,” Cyane gasped. “What the point of all of this is.”
Cerberus lifted his lips from her ear and clasped her chin between his fingers. “Swear fealty to me, Cyane.”
“Why?”
“What other god but me has given you everything?” He forced her to stare into his hauntingly red eyes. “You could belong to me, always.”
Her heart fell into her gut, the air caught in her throat. At that moment, she loved and hated him more than anything. The delicious lick and burn of his erection hadn’t stopped rubbing her, killing her with desperate lust to be filled by him again. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. But nothing had ever been fair, not since the day she was left by her parents to face the world alone.
Her doubt that a powerful being like Cerberus could ever want her fled.
Swearing fealty wasn’t everything, was it?
His breath fanned her face as he waited for her answer.
“I swear fealty to you, Cerberus.” The words tasted right. She knew what he wanted from her. “I’ll worship you. I worship you,” she whispered.
His beautifully terrible face twisted with something she couldn’t read, but it made her heart beat wildly, excitedly. Lovingly.
He pressed his mouth against hers and slammed home between her legs.
Cyane screamed in bliss.
Cyane was hot.So very, very hot.
Something akin to gripping obsession consumed Cerberus. He was crazed with it, forsaking his duties, forsaking Hades, forsakingeverything. He’d never felt so alive.
To think a mortal had done this to him.
A creature he once thought beneath him who were nothing more than bugs to be punished if they dared to fight the will of nature.
Cerberus thrust into Cyane relentlessly, and she only begged for more. Her female flesh gripped him, wetted his length, and strangled him into delirium.
At some point, Hades called him to the ballroom, but he went ignored.
Cerberus’s monstrous, true form—stuck under his man-suit—was as free as it could be with this tender mortal, and yet his mortal screamed for it. Screamed and screamed, and hellishly begged with delicious noises that echoed in his once quiet sanctuary.
It was only once Cyane slumbered beneath him, that he lifted his mouth from suckling her flesh. There wasn’t an inch of her that he hadn’t tasted, and even the parts of her where she had resisted, had sparked with life under his attentions. He had filled his hands with her and driven his fingers deep into her mouth.
He wanted to know everything about his mortal servant. The right of gods was heady, and he was just learning to use his.
Still hungering, his bulge still heavy and uncomfortable, Cerberus brought the darkness to him and replaced the soiled bedding. He didn’t let the shadows take his markings that covered Cyane’s body—he wanted to keep them there for a while longer for him to enjoy. She’d marked him as well with her nails, and those marks he might keep forever.
When he was done he lay back atop her, keeping her where he liked her most and breathed her in.
Time passed while she slept. He passed the time kissing her skin. He vowed to one day wipe her memory of her former lover and feast on his soul as slipped his mouth over her.
Hades has done more for Persephone.Cerberus would follow his lord’s lead and do the same.
The thought of Hades churned his gut, and the calling of the Lord of the Underworld struck Cerberus again. He was being summoned. And yet the thought of releasing Cyane from where he trapped her infuriated him.
He moved his lips upon hers one last time and lifted himself from her. She curled onto her side and brought her hands to her chin. He covered her with a silken blanket.
‘Cyane is to serve me. She is a means to an end, like all mortals, so do what you will with her, but know when the time comes, she must come to me.’
Cerberus gritted his teeth. His hands tightened at his sides.
He walked to the terrace and glared at Hades’s castle. It pained him, all of these emotions Cerberus was now cursed with. Hate was within him, and hate hadn’t been there since Hercules chained him, forcing him to the world above.
