His return growl was much more impressive. “When I saw the picture of his hands on your thighs, I almost killed him right there.”
Hands on my thighs? It took me a second to realize he meant the keg stand, when Matt held me up.
I smirked. “I knew it! You fucking like me. Does Rhea know? She thinks you won’t ever be in anything serious with a human.”
His nostrils flared as his gaze fell to my lips. “Fuck what Rhea thinks. She didn’t understand me when we were married, and she sure as fuck doesn’t understand now.”
His hands lifted to thread in my hair, tightly, almost to the point of pain, but I didn’t cry out. I groaned. Cronus had lost control. Lost the civility he wore so effortlessly.
This was him raw and real, and I was fucking so here for it.
#MineBitches #MainlyRheaTheBitch #ButAlsoYouKaren
Hoisting myself up, I wrapped my legs around him, marveling at his long hard length pressing right where I needed it. If Rhea were here now, I would have delighted in pointing out this obvious sign of a Titan wanting a human.
I wanted him too, right here in this ghetto kitchen.
“Fuck you! I still hate you,” I shouted at him and then surged forward to kiss him. His strong arms came down around my ass, holding me up as he moved away from the wall. I kissed him so hard I thought my lips might bruise.
“If you ever…” he said between kisses as he tore at my shirt, “let another man touch you like that…” I sucked on his tongue as my bra fell away and he freed my breasts. “I’ll fucking kill him.”
I trailed my fingers down his abs, overcome with the need to claim this Titan. He was mine and I was going to make him scream my name over and over again. Reaching down into his pants, I wrapped my hand around the tip of his dick and my eyes bulged.
#GoldDickIsAccurate #AmendedToHUGEGoldDick
He groaned and it set off a tidal wave of emotions in me. I looked down at the black ink splashed across my breasts, but had no real thoughts about what it was or why it was there. I was in a passionate fever and nothing would break me out of it. But … why was it there? A nagging doubt crept into my mind as I tried to remember.
Cronus laid me on the floor and bent, taking my nipple into his mouth. The moment his tongue closed around the stiff peak, pleasure exploded inside of me. I squeezed him harder, panting. “If you so much as look at Rhea again, I’ll cut this off,” I promised.
Two of his fingers plunged inside of me and I cried out in pleasure.
“I’m going to lock you up so that no man can ever take you from me,” he groaned in my ear as he continued to slide his hand between my legs.
“Shut up and fuck me,” I growled, smacking his hand away and angling my pelvis to line up with his hardness.
A loud throat cleared beside us but I didn’t care. I was going to fuck the life out of this man and break him for any other woman—after he broke me in half with his giant dick of course. I hadn’t seen it yet, but if that tip was anything to go on … this would be the best sex of my life.
And his.
“Sorry for this,” Hyperion said just as a bucket of ice-cold water crashed over the both of us.
Blue magic ebbed from Hyperion's palms, coating both Cronus and me, and memories, reality, sanity splashed over me in the same way the water had—unexpected and freezing cold.
Holy fuck. What were we doing?
I looked down to see naked boobs, but thankfully the black ink was washed from my chest. Cronus’ right hand was on one of my boobs; we’d been two seconds from full-on angry rabbit fucking.
“Yeah, this is awkward for me. I’m going to be honest,” Hyperion said, his back turned to us now.
Cronus took a shaky breath, releasing my breast at the same time.
“Well, that did not go as planned,” he said, looking around in disbelief.
Without a word, he started to dress himself, gently handing me my clothes as he found them on the floor. I was still aching with need but tried to push that down since obviously it was some Jealousy sex-fueled thing and not what he really wanted. I wasn’t sure if Rhea was even the problem between us, or just a convenient thing I’d grasped on to. If it wasn’t Rhea that tore us apart, then that flat-out meant Cronus wasn’t into me. He didn’t want me, and had walked away without a backwards glance.
When he saw my shirt torn in two, he just handed me his own, and then walked over to Hyperion, giving me a bittersweet show of muscle and golden skin.
“Thanks, brother,” I heard him murmur.
Hyperion nodded.
Cronus was all business again. “I’ll track Jealousy with Hound. You stay with Maisey. I can’t be around her anymore.”
And with that … he was gone.
Gone. Again. Left me mid-orgasm. Okay, that wasn’t exactly fair, but even if it was demon-induced sex, you finish, right?
#BlueBalls #ActuallyBlueVagina #NotOkay
“Are you decent?” Hyperion's voice cracked.
Fucking kill me. This was so mortifying. My grandpa just saw me in a full frenzy almost-sex with his best buddy.
“Yes,” I sighed.
Hyperion turned then and winced. “I figured you wouldn’t want your first time together to be like that.”
He was right. Sort of. I mean I didn’t really mind if I was being honest because what he didn’t know was there would be no other time. Cronus was done with me and I was going to accept that with as much dignity as I could scrape up.
“I need breakfast,” I grumbled, trying not to inhale Cronus’ scent from his shirt I wore. “And to get laid. By someone that’s not
