Page 46 of Oak & Ember

Sol would do none of those things.

These were not the touches of an affectionate and doting lover. These were the touches of someone who wanted to claim her thoroughly.

His fingers trailed up her leg, tightening around the bare skin of her thigh. And damn, it felt so good to have his warm skin pressing against hers.

But if he thought he’d won, he was sorely mistaken.

Pandora let her legs fall, startling him. Her skirts dropped, and a triumphant smile lit Sol’s face.

He thought he’d won.

Pandora knelt before him, keeping her eyes trained on his, savoring the look of surprise as she unfastened his belt buckle and unbuttoned his trousers.

“Trivia,” he said, his voice a low rasp.

She smirked, delighting in the alarmed intensity of his gaze.

When his trousers were fully open, she stroked him once more, and he went rigid, his limbs tense. “Oh gods,” he moaned.

Then she took him in her mouth.

His hands slammed into the wall above her, and he cried out, the sound wrenched from him, tearing from his throat. Her mouth opened wider, taking his full length inside her, and he trembled as her tongue caressed him.

Come on, she silently urged him. Give in to me. You are mine, Sol.

Strangled moans poured from his mouth, and he thrust against her, pushing deeper until he was so fully inside her that he tickled the back of her throat. She swept her tongue over him again, feeling him twitch in her mouth.

“I can’t—I can’t—Trivia, I—” He broke off with another moan, pumping faster and harder.

Oh yes, she had him.

She closed her lips around him and ran her teeth along his length. He plunged deeper into her, so deep she wasn’t sure she could take any more without retching. His hands fisted in her hair, tugging forcefully, but the sensation only aroused her further. She wanted the pain. The rough, vicious intensity that made her gasp and cry out for more.

“Oh gods,” Sol said again, his fingers digging into her scalp. “Yes. Yes. I need you, Pandora. I need you.”

Pandora was so swept up in the need to make him come that she almost didn’t notice at first. She almost continued to suck on him, to inhale him until he came in her mouth. A part of her yearned for it. Just to see what he would taste like.

And then, awareness crept into her mind like a bitterly cold mist. It drained all the heat from her body, making her insides chill with apprehension and horror.

She released him, practically spitting him out of her as she drew her head back to look up at him. She could still feel that smooth skin along her tongue, and her mouth felt emptier without it, left unsatisfied.

But she couldn’t think on that now. How… How…

“What did you call me?” she whispered hoarsely.

Sol’s face had drained of color, as if he hadn’t realized what he’d said. His eyes were no longer dark with lust, but flared wide with terror.

Sol was frightened.

Pandora rose to her feet, her eyes never leaving his. “Sol. What did you call me?”

It was imperative that he answer her. She needed to know why he called her that.

Did he know who she was? That could be the only explanation.

She was in danger. If Sol knew…

Oh, shit. What if Apollo knew?

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