Cyrus seemed to read her mind. His fingers curled, brushing against her inner walls, and she almost went mad with need. She moaned against his thumb, her teeth digging into his flesh. But he didn’t seem to notice. He was panting and grunting as if it were his cock inside her and not just his fingers. Sweat trickled down her brow, pooling along her throat. Cyrus leaned over and licked her neck,lapping up those beads of sweat as it if were the nectar of the gods.
“Give in to me, Prue,” he rasped. His tongue glided down her collarbone until he reached her breasts. He took her nipple between his lips and sucked hard.
She cried out, barely containing her scream. When he clamped his teeth around her nipple, she unraveled completely. Release barreled through her. An explosion of pleasure washed over her, dousing her in fire until the flames consumed her entirely.
“Cyrus—Cyrus—” Her voice was strangled and muffled by his fingers. She tasted his blood on her tongue and knew she’d bitten too hard. But Goddess, the fire still rolled over her, unending and eternal. She kept riding his hand, and he plunged his fingers even deeper as she continued to drown in that wave of pleasure. It crashed over her, dragging her under, and she gladly let it. She wanted to be fully engulfed in this feeling, in the way his touch set her aflame. All the tension and emotions that had wound up inside her burst free in a violent explosion. Cyrus coaxed it out of her, drawing every drop of rage and regret, sorrow and grief… He pulled it from her, letting it seep out of her.
Gradually, she relaxed, her body limp against the blanket. She wasn’t entirely sure they’d managed to be quiet enough, but thankfully, the other witches in the tunnel either didn’t notice or didn’t care enough to complain.
To be honest, Prue didn’t care either way. In that heated moment, she would have screamed until her throat was raw, not caring who heard.
When Cyrus withdrew both hands, he collapsed next toher, panting almost as hard as she was. She offered an exhausted laugh.
“Did my pleasure weaken you, my king?” she teased.
He rolled on his side, his eyes sleepy but full of pride. “’Tis hard work, worshipping my queen.”
She propped her head up on her elbow. “And what about you? Surely you are in need of service as well.” She reached for his trousers, which strained from the hardness of his cock. Oh yes, he was certainly ready.
But he caught her wrist and shook his head. “No. Not—Not right now, Prue. Just let me serve you. For now, it’s only you.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Do you need me to punish you some more?”
He snorted. “As arousing as that was, I think I’m all right.” When she opened her mouth to protest, he repeated, “For now.”
She sobered and nodded, understanding his state of mind a bit better now. He needed a purpose. He needed to serve her without getting anything in return. Her punishment had been therapeutic for him, as had his ministrations of her body.
If he could give her what she needed, she could do the same.
“Do you want to be alone?” she asked.
He shook his head, drawing one arm around her and pulling her into his chest. “No. I just need to enjoy the warmth of my wife lying next to me while I rest. That’s all.”
She closed her eyes, burying her face in his chest and inhaling his delicious scent. “I can do that.”
PURPOSE
TRIVIA
“You can bring her back,can’t you?”
“I—I don’t know.”
“Why not? Dammit,do something!”
The voices floated around her, distant and hazy. Trivia was certain she was dead. She waited for her soul to cross over, for clarity to brighten in her mind. What awaited her on the other side?
Tartarus, no doubt. But… Tartarus had been destroyed. So, what else was there? A numbing void, like within Pandora’s box?
Oh, gods—Pandora! Where was she? Had she been defeated?
Had Midas died? Or had Trivia managed to stop the goddess from killing him?
Gods, her head hurt… Why was she in so much pain, if she was already dead? Something wasn’t right.
“Therehasto be a way,” said one of the voices. This one was deep and vaguely familiar. A man. “I don’t care what you have to do, just do it!”
“Ordering me about is not helping,” snapped the second voice. This one was a woman. “Her blood is different. This isn’t just another mortal or another goddess. There are certain conditions to bringing back a vessel like hers.”
