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Her gaze slid to his cock and back to his face. “I don’t think that will ease your…affliction.”

“I beg to differ,” he said. He saw her doubt and pushed forward, explaining, “Pleasing you pleases me. Ifyou’re worried about hurting me, this is the best option. You have control. You’re the one who moves. I’ll just hold you.”

And fuck you with my mouth, he thought.

He could tell she was considering it, and then she rose onto her knees and guided her leg over him, straddling him with her slick heat. He brought his hands down on her thighs, feeling triumph for the first time.

“Are you sure this is okay?” she asked. Her palms were pressed flat against his chest, her breasts swollen between her arms.

“What are you worried about?” he asked, holding her glittering gaze in the dim light of their room.

“Hurting you,” she said and then added sheepishly, “suffocating you.”

“If this is how I suffocate, I would gladly drown in your heat.”

“Hades.”

“Put your weight on your knees, darling. I’ll do the rest,” he said. “Come.”

She relented and shifted up his body. His muscles tightened with excitement as her knees came to rest on either side of his face. She looked down at him, holding his gaze as he placed his hands on her legs and guided her down, his tongue running along her slick flesh. He was instantly consumed, overwhelmed by her pleasurable scent and the way he was able to watch her from between her legs. She let out an audible gasp, her hands slamming down on the headboard, and he buried his tongue in her heat, delighted when she began to move her hips.

“Ride, darling,” he said. “Like you are on my cock.”

He was eager to show her how good this could be for her.

She was tentative at first, but she quickly found a rhythm, and as she moved, he gripped her ass and spread her wider, taking her deeper. When she grew tired and was still, he would change his approach, kissing and licking and sucking her, rubbing her clit until her body began to shudder, and when he felt her climbing toward release, he climbed too. His muscles locked, and his hips shot off the bed, heels digging into the mattress as he held Persephone hard against his mouth.

She came with a sharp cry, her thighs pressing in on either side of his head. It was all he needed to release the pressure that had been building inside him. His orgasm tore through him, twisting every part of his body.

Fuck, he would ache tomorrow, but he didn’t care because as he came down from his high, his mind was finally quiet.

CHAPTER XX

DIONYSUS

Hades’s words had ignited a primal urge within Dionysus to protect Ariadne.

Unfortunately, that primal urge was directly linked to his madness, and it took everything within his power to quell the tremors shaking his spine, to shove down his anger, to stay rooted to the spot and not go after the God of the Dead and tear him limb from limb.

You would never win, he told himself. Even with frenzied strength, he was no match for one of the three most powerful Olympians.

“Gods, he is theworst,” Ariadne said.

It took him a few more breaths before his heart stopped racing, and then he met her gaze.

“He isn’t the worst, believe it or not,” said Dionysus. “But Theseus certainly is.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying he isn’t wrong about Theseus,” saidDionysus. “If Phaedra doesn’t go back to him, he will come for her. He’ll come for you.”

“We knew that going in,” she said. “Are you saying you regret it?”

“I’ll only regret it if anyone gets hurt,” he said.

He could tell she didn’t like his response by the way her lips flattened.

“Take me to her,” she said and paused. “Please.”

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