“That she will ensure that Zeus is there when we push the monsters back to Tartarus.”
“She wants you to control him back into Tartarus?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes, but it will be last minute and the control I have over a god will be finicky. He expects to be able to control me, and by proxy, you.”
His brow furrows. “What aren’t you telling me?”
I suck in a steadying breath. “I have a plan. It hinges on you not knowing and reacting correctly. I am not purposefully hiding things from you, but everything is at stake.” I reach up and cup his face. “I love you. There is going to come a time when I will ask you to trust me blindly. No questions, no explanations. Can you do that?”
He leans his forehead against mine. “Promise me you are fighting for us, to live, to spend eternity with me. I know it terrifies you and I understand your reluctance to give up eternal rest and peace. I didn’t stop to consider everything you’d given up on returning to me. But I’m selfish, Natia. Now I have you, I wouldn’t survive without you.”
“You are mine and I am yours,” I whisper.
His sinful mouth tips up. “All in.”
“Every time. Heaven is right here with you.”
Someone bangs on the door. “One hour till show time. Get your freak on, then get your asses out here,” Lucifer hollers. I collapse my head in Archan’s shoulder and chuckle.
Archan drops kisses on my neck below my ear. I shiver. “What are you doing?” I breathe as he unzips my jacket. He pushes it down my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
“What the man suggested, getting my freak on before we dress you. I fear this is the final time before we face our foe in the ultimate battle.”
Sweet hot lava pools in my blood. Heavy red drapes shroud the four-poster bed and a silky black comforter covers it. I push at Archan’s chest and his legs hit the bed, sending him tumbling back looking tall, delicious, and sinful.
“Sweet and slow won’t cut it right now. I need you to fuck me hard and fast, to make my head spin and remind me what we are fighting for if I’m meant to walk into a room full of demons and persuade them to fight for everything I believe in. So worship me like the Queen you claim I am, then I will bring them to their knees.”
He jerks up, grabs my waist and throws me onto the bed. He rips my clothing from my body in a frantic rush of need before staring down at my nakedness. His eyes trail over every inch of my skin as he grips my knees and pushes my thighs apart. He devours me with his eyes alone, the dark need in their depths sending a rush of heat to my core.
“Stop staring at it, it won’t touch itself,” I arch my back in need.
Our eyes connect as his hands pin my hips to the bed. He runs his lips up the inside of my thighs, dropping kisses on my sensitive flesh. “Tell me what you want,” he rumbles.
I wrap my legs around his head and push him towards my center. He nips my thigh. “Use your words, Natia.”
“Fuck me with your tongue. Nip and bite my pussy until I’m dripping down your face. Then fuck me hard while you kiss me like I’m your queen.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Fucking hell, I think I’ve unleashed a monster.”
I arch up. “Put your mouth on me while you talk.”
He takes the hint, devouring me until I’m shaking and chasing the high he promises with every swipe of his tongue. I grip my breasts and pull at my nipples, drawing them into tight peaks. His eyes follow what I’m doing. There’s something deeply erotic about watching a man between your thighs.
He drags his mouth from me, pins my knees open and drives himself inside me in one thrust. I cry out at the stretch. The pain is delicious and sweet as he drives his body into mine. His hand grips my throat as he slams his mouth on mine. The kiss is messy and greedy as our bodies rock in a time old rhythm. I fall over the edge as he swallows my throaty groan and follows me moments later.
My heart rumbles in my chest. “There’s something to be said for the quickie,” I state, wiping the sweat from my forehead and glancing around the bed.
There’re metal hoops buried in each post and a strange wooden barrier linked to the top end of the posts. I blink, trying to understand what everything is for.
“What is that for?” I ask.
Archan follows my gaze and a grin lights up his face. “We need more time for me to make use of that.”
I quirk a brow. “I asked for an explanation, not a demonstration.”
He tilts his head. “Demonstration is the best explanation,” he says as he climbs off me and walks to the end of the bed. He trails his fingers over the multiple dips and grooves of the wood. “You’ll enjoy the demonstration. Trust me, Natia. But right now we need to clean up and get dressed.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine.”
