“So ready for me.”
“Hart,” I whined. It only brought that wicked smirk to his lips.
“Yes, Chaos?” He removed the final barriers between us, but his fingers still circled, never granting me the pressure I sought. I wiggled beneath him, but his hips kept me in place. “Ask, love.”
“Touch me.”
He laughed low. His fingers skimmed my skin. “I am.”
“Hart,” I breathed, unable to focus as he stroked me and my hips lifted to chase the contact.
“I can do this all night, love. In fact, nothing would give me more pleasure.”
That smoky flavor touched my tongue with his next stroke. Heat built even though he denied me the steady friction I demanded.
“What do you need?” he whispered, his fingers circling again.
A lotof things, really. The fight to end. Humans to have safety in the kingdom. Hart to be free of Themis. To challenge what is known.
Hart shook his head as if sensing my thoughts. I guessed he could taste the saltiness of my anxiety on his tongue. “Not them. You. What do you need?”
“I need you to touch me.”
His finger plunged into my heat with my focus. “Good.”
“I need you to make me come.”
My reward was immediate as another finger joined the first. “Anything else?”
“I need you inside of me.” I glanced down to where the outline of his straining cock pressed against his trousers. “Soon.”
With the word, his thumb finally—finally—pressed against my clit. I bucked and moaned as that smirk curled his lip and he pushed me to my edge.
“That’s it.” He whispered soft praises with the sounds that escaped my lips—each more undignified than the last—as my back bowed and my toes curled and I came apart beneath him.
I pulled him to me, my lips searching for his, my hands reaching for him.
His forest green gaze held mine. Whatever he saw there, he no longer made me wait. Bliss cascaded through my body as he brought us together. It wasn’t just heat that sizzled through me with our connection but that sweet, bubbly feeling in the back of my throat with his every stroke, every kiss, every touch. Hart’s joy was effervescent. And he found it even in the midst of … everything. The taste of it reminded me that I could do the same.
Each thrust brought us closer. Each lingering kiss told a story of longing. And each slide of his hands along my curves said worship was his only goal. He didn’t worship a goddess.He didn’t worship a game. He worshipped flesh and blood—mine.
Pleasure rocked my body a second time. The feeling surged through me. I slackened even as my grip tightened on Hart with his last steady strokes. He followed with a groan, my name on his lips and my hands pulling him closer, demanding no space between us, demanding we savor every moment together that we could steal. The sun would rise soon enough, and with it, our responsibilities. Tonight was ours.
He must have sensed the smoky taste of my lust. “I’m here for you, Chaos. I follow you.”
The first time he’d said such things to me, I hadn’t understood. Now, no other response would have felt right. I smiled up at him, bringing his lips to meet mine, my only response between lingering kisses, “I hoped you’d say that.”
Charon looked as if he’d been expecting us as we approached the cavern the next morning. He almost paced the opening, his wings tucked, but he stretched his neck from side to side as if with indecision.
“Finally, Champion. I was considering coming to find you.”
“What is it?” I asked.
He glared at Hart, as if whatever bothered him was and always would be the fault of the Cursed King.“You can’t feel the shift in the magic?”
I shook my head and glanced at Hart. He looked pensive, waiting.
“Chaos’s magic … lessens,”he grunted.“I don’t know how else to explain it.”
