The crunching of bark breaking ceased. “Your parents?”
“I’ve been searching for them my entire life. I was on the way to… I was following the only lead I ever had when I ended up here.” She paused. “It doesn’t matter.”
He growled. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Cyane shook her head. “Would it have mattered?”
His hand moved to cup her cheek, and his thumb rubbed the delicate spot beneath her eye. The gentle touch was unexpected. She wanted to nuzzle into his palm as badly as she longed to bite it, hating that his same hand held Melinoe’s minutes before.
“No,” he said at last. “But I could help you find them if they are here.”
“Dead?”
“If they are dead.”
She closed her eyes tight, then nodded once before opening them. “Thank you…”
“For that kiss.”
Cerberus stood back, and she heard it. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of giggles and lutes had grown, and the smell of wine filled the air, overwhelmingly strong. The background seemed to blur out of focus as she gazed at his striking form. She could feel the blood rushing through her as her heart seemed to beat in time with the whispering music.
Cerberus pulled off his helmet. Her body responded to the sight of his dark beauty cast in moonlight. The darkness shrouded him like his black armor, his pale skin an indication that he’d never felt the sun. His chest heaved once as if it drew in the scent and the sounds as well, and she remembered what that chest looked like under his armor. Toned, rippling, glorious.
My god.The only god.
Her sex knotted, and a light breeze fluttered the flowers and leaves around them. Behind him, she saw dozens of his hounds prowling.
“Yes,” she agreed breathlessly.Yes, she would do deviant things, deviant acts, for a kiss from him.
He lowered his face, but she pressed her hands to his chest.
“Your hand,” she demanded.
Eager, the lust growing between them, he ripped the glove from his fingers and showed her the band of hair around his thumb. The next instant, his lips were devouring her, his body pressing her back up against the tree.
Cyane gasped, breathing in the heady air and his raw scent.
The giggles in the background turned to moans and grunts, even screams. Cyane’s belly flipped. She wanted to join them. She grasped at Cerberus, her hands running all over his armor, his arms, from his large shoulders to the tangle of hair at his nape.
“I need you,” she pleaded. A kiss wasn’t enough.
He grasped the dress at her hips and tore it up her legs, hefting her up as she climbed him. She hooked her legs around his waist, uncaring of how his hard armor dug against her skin, hurting her. The hurt felt so good.
They reached down together and tore at his belt, shoving his pants down to release his already hard cock.
Cerberus rested his brow against hers and panted heavily over her face. Cyane took the warm air into herself.
“I belong to you,” she moaned. “My dark god.”
He responded back, mixing her name with an animalistic grunt.
A light, chilled breeze blew over her sex, and she clenched, hard and desperate. His hands grabbed her hips, tilted them forward, and he thrust brutally into her.
Cyane screamed and dug her nails into his scalp, throwing her head back. Stars flooded her vision. She wrenched her eyes shut as he pressed her back against the tree with every forceful thrust, uncaring of her comfort. She held on, hugging his neck.
Each time Cerberus grunted her name, she clamped down on his enormous cock. It was a battering ram that speared through her desire and fucked her soul. It sent her straight from her body, taking it for his own.
She gasped to discover tears in her eyes. Blissful ones. She brushed them away to see Melinoe, staring at her from behind a tree. Their gazes met and Cyane shuddered, another shove into insanity taking her. She snapped her eyes shut, but the goddess was still behind her lids.
