The answer was simple: Aphrodite. But the bitch had used him and broken his heart. He had nothing more to say to her, and she damned well knew it if she had gone through Sage and not him. When he plunged his tongue inside Sage, he was a bit rougher than he'd anticipated, and a keening sound left her throat that urged him on despite the fact that, still, his hateful anatomy wouldn't respond to it. Thoughts of the bitch goddess quickly left his mind, where they could rot and fade, as far as he cared.
Now, he focused his attentions to Sage's greedy little clit, and she writhed and screamed in ecstasy with the first of the many orgasms he intended to bestow on her before this night was through. If she remained sensitive to his touch, he would give her no reprieve, wanting to hear, to taste, every last ounce of her pleasure.
Clarity struck him as his nymph shuddered and moaned at the aftershocks he wouldn't allow to fade, not yet. Doubt ended tonight. Her belief that he didn't want her, and his fear of rejection by her would, too. It didn't matter that he couldn't take his own pleasure. By the time dawn came, she would be his.
11
Halloween, one day before the Satyr Moon
Jacen groaned as he blinked open his eyes. His head, his whole body really, felt like it had been used as a set of drums. How many times had they hit him? A comfortable warmth at his side made him look down the length of his body. London was hugged tight against him, sound asleep. Despite his pain, a smile pulled at his lips. The love of a good woman made everything better. If that's all he had in the world, it was enough.
As though feeling his gaze on her, London opened her eyes and yawned. "You're awake," she said happily before squeezing him in a tight embrace, but not tight enough to hurt his bruises. "I was so worried."
"You know I'd never leave you…willingly." She would have been fine, his friends would have seen to that, but it hadn't been his intention to get jumped by Boeotian satyrs in the middle of downtown Savannah.
"Don't even joke about that, Jacen." London sniffled and hugged him again. "What happened?"
He wished he knew. "I was on the phone, not paying attention to where I was going. You know how I tend to wander while I talk on the phone." At her nod, he continued, "I finished my call, turned to head back to see you. I—" Oh, Shit. He lost the purse he'd bought for her. "I had a gift for you. They stepped out from a building and came at me. I must have lost it in the alley."
London blinked rapidly and wiped at a tear she failed to hide. Then she kissed his cheek. "The only thing I need you to bring home to me is you. Alive, well, and happy."
He really wanted her to have that purse. Maybe he'd buy a new one once he healed. "You would have loved it."
"I love you."
He didn't deserve her. "Help me get up. Ribs got broken." If he tried to move it would hurt like hell, and though his body healed faster in immortality, it couldn't heal fast enough with Theron around.
London pushed herself into a sitting position and scowled at him. "Absolutely not. You are staying right here until those ribs heal."
"But—"
"I don't want to hear it. I'll strap you down if I have to."
Though sore and injured, that got his body's attention sure enough. "Mmm. I wouldn't be opposed to that. After I talk to Melancton."
"He can talk to you in here." She said, letting her gaze travel to where the bedsheet had tented. "After you are more comfortable." His woman tugged the bedsheet down and glanced back up to his face mischievously. "It is breakfast time, after all."
His breath hitched as she bent down and took him into her mouth, teasing him with slow and deliberate strokes of her tongue. "I think I need some breakfast too," he gritted out. She had worn panties and a nightgown to bed, probably in case Melancton or Daphne checked in on them. Since he was naked, he had to assume his bloody clothes had been washed if at all salvageable. "Take those panties off and sit on my face."
London chuckled around his shaft and didn't follow his command.
"I said…" He laced his fingers through her long, dark hair as she bobbed up and down. "Take—"
She raised her head to grin at him. "You need to stay rested, and maybe, just maybe, if you behave yourself today, I'll let you do whatever you want tonight."
Somehow that made him even harder than he already was. He hadn't expected her to take charge like that. She'd never denied his sexual requests before. On the other hand, he'd never gotten his ribs shattered during the time they dated before. Gods, the two of them had been taken hostage by Apollo and Bremusa together and still…this was a first.
"Speechless, I see. Good. Maybe you'll listen to me." She returned to her task, taking very little time to get him off." When she sat up again, she grinned. "By the way, Adonis is here with another nymph."
It was like she spoke in an entirely different language. He couldn't comprehend what she'd said, and it took far too long before the words actually sank into his post-sex brain. "What?"
"Yeah, he came to get some of Nestor's pills and was going to help look for you, but Melancton brought you home right after they arrived."
"Again…what?" He looked around as though the answers were going to leap out of the walls and smack him in the face. Jacen didn't need a mirror to know his expression likely showed his bewilderment. "Does Pan know?" What's more…does Ariston?
Wait…did London say Adonis brought a nymph with him? Where had
