I inhale sharply as he lifts his head and the sunset gold of his irises is back. “Last chance,” he whispers.

I shake my head. “That ship has sailed,” I say. “There’s no stopping.”

His fingers graze the ends of the ties, eyes settling on mine as he pulls until they loosen and then come free. The fabric tight to my hips slackens and finally, between the both of us, the trousers come off. “Fuck.” Theos’ low curse is ripe with pleasure and anticipation as he grips either side of my hips. “You’re godsdamned beautiful.”

I smirk. “You could’ve found that out sooner if you weren’t such a fucking talker.”

He glares up at me for a moment, but the heated look dissolves just as quickly as he bends and settles each of my thighs over his shoulders. Oh yes, I think as I recline back on the bed that is softer than any I’ve ever laid in. The first stroke of his tongue up my folds is soft. My eyes slide shut and I bite down on my lower lip to stifle the oncoming moans.

Theos is talented. More than that, he’s a practical sex God himself. No halves at all.

Careful of my legs, but rough with his mouth and fingers, he drives me higher and higher. Theos licks over my entrance and laps up the juices that spill from me. My own tongue touches the edge of my lips, soothing over where my teeth had bitten down a bit too hard, creating a series of divots in my soft flesh.

I reach down and smooth my hands over the head between my thighs. Theos’ hair is soft, like a bird’s wing. My nails scrape against his scalp soothingly as he worships at the crux of my body and I feel his responding shudder. I smile. I can’t help it. I love knowing that I’m not the only one being driven insane. Sure, from the outside, it appears as though they’re the ones in control, but not for long.

“Ah…” My back comes off the bed as he hits a particularly sensitive spot and just as if he’d been waiting for that reaction, Theos repeats it. A bolt of lightning travels up my spine and shoots off flames in my head. My hand goes from scraping against him to pushing.

“Enough!” I pant. Fuck, my legs are starting to tremble. The oncoming rush of an orgasm is quickly flooding my system, but I don’t want it now. I want it later—with him inside of me.

Theos ignores my demand and with his amber gaze, he looks up at me from beneath his dark lashes and purposefully sucks my clit into his mouth. A scream echoes out of my throat and my head slams back into the pillow as the fires take over. Damn this man, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Halfway through my orgasm, with my mouth still gaping open, Theos drops my legs down from his shoulders and arches up over my body. Once again, Theos’ hand grips my face, holding on and tightening until I can’t close my lips, and then with those glittering dangerous eyes staring me right in the face, he parts his lips and lets a stream of my juices flow from his mouth into mine.

Shock. That’s the first thing that hits me. Then discomfort. Then … confused arousal. No sooner has he finished giving back what he took from me than he lowers his head and takes my mouth in a voracious kiss. Lips to lips. Teeth and tongue. It’s raw and real and … a lie. A fucking lie.

Annoyed that I’ve let someone take control, I rip my hands from the sheets and grip the back of his head, twisting mine as I take over the kiss. His hips are against mine, so it takes no time at all for me to wrap one leg around his side and shove. Our kiss comes to a crashing halt as I flip the two of us and his back is the one that hits the mattress as I rise over him.

My braid slaps my spine, the little flyaways sticking to my temples and neck as sweat coats my skin. I can only imagine what I must look like—panting, face flushed, hungry. Theos’ lashes lower as he stares down our bodies where my pussy is hovering just over his still-clothed cock. His lips are wet and slowly—oh-so fucking slowly—he licks them.

“You taste like Divinity, Dea,” he murmurs. “Are you really mortal?”

Panic slams into me. In one part of my mind, I recognize that he can’t truly mean that. There’s no way he could know what I am because if he did, I’d have been reported long ago. But the fear that’s been ingrained within me for my entire life doesn’t acknowledge the logic. Instead, she wants to do anything and everything to ensure our survival and that means distracting him, so distract him I do.

Reaching between us, I rip at the ties binding his cock within his trousers. Fast movements, no resistance from the man beneath me. He’s not the only one who wants to forget. He’s running from the loss of his friend, but I’m running from every-fucking-thing else.

His cock springs free, arching up and slapping at the underside of his abdomen, nearly touching his belly button. Shit. Long. Thick. He’s definitely got the size down. My insides clench both in anticipation and trepidation. The ones I had sex with before were easily seduced and therefore, it came as no shock that they weren’t exactly of the same endowment as Theos Darkhaven.

As if he knows the direction of my thoughts, Theos grins as he reaches down and fists his own cock, holding it up as he slides his palm down the shaft, pumping himself once, twice, three times before he speaks. “Cat got your tongue?” he asks, his voice amused.

With a scowl, I lift up one leg and move over him. “Not at all,” I lie, brushing his hand out of the way as I take him into my grip. The vein in his jaw jerks against the surface of his flesh and then pulses. I breathe out as I settle the head of him against my cunt and then slowly lower myself down.

“Gods—fuck!” Theos’ head snaps back against the pillows as I drop my weight, sinking completely over his lap and onto the hard rod that is his cock. My pussy clenches around the sudden burn. Placing both hands over the hard ridges of his abdomen, I pant through the stretch as my inner muscles contract around him. It’s too much and yet, it’s also just right. Perfect. He fills me so much that I swear to the Gods that I can feel him in my lower belly.

Leaning back, I lift one hand to my abdomen and whimper. If the world ended right now—a mass of raining fire and waves of the ocean over this forsaken place—I wouldn’t even notice. All of what I know is right here upon the cock currently stirring up my insides. After what feels like a lifetime, the searing stretch against the thick length of him in my depths eases somewhat and I feel confident enough to lift up. Once I do, however, little pinpricks of pain and pleasure dot my flesh. With a gasp, I lower back down, taking him back to the hilt in one startlingly fast movement. That, too, fills me with new sensations.

“You’re fucking tormenting me,” Theos curses.

Blinking, I lift my head and finally get a look at his face. With his brow pinched tight, and his upper lip pulled back over a row of straight white teeth, he looks like he’s in more pain than pleasure. Yet, at my sides, his hands contract into fists and release with repetitive movements. It’s as if he wants to touch me, but fears doing so will break me.

Unable to stop myself, I reach for his hands and settle them on my hips. “Then make me stop,” I tell him. “Take me, Theos Darkhaven. Forget everything and fuck all of your anger”—and your sorrow—“out on me. I can take it.” It’s probably one of the few good things being a Mortal God is good at—taking pain and pleasure that no mortal could survive.

That’s all the encouragement he needs. Theos’ hands latch onto my sides and the bite of his grip reaches all the way to my bones. They practically creak as he lifts me back up and slams me over his cock. Shock waves pour into my veins, ripping apart my sanity. I arch, crying out, but he doesn’t stop. He continues, pounding into me over and over again until black-and-white dots speckle my vision. He fucks into me like an animal or a madman possessed. I love every bit of it. He doesn’t treat me like a weak creature but takes me at my word and thrusts harder and harder. So much so that I pray he’s had enough to drink to forget that this type of strength would break a true mortal.

All the while, I crane my neck and rake my nails down his chest. I ride him through the harsh thrusting and feel my clit collide with his pubic bone on each descent. A fresh scream builds within me, something I’ve never experienced before. It’s not a carefully crafted false cry of pleasure, but one that rises within my core like a violent phoenix coming back to life after being burned to ash. The trembling from earlier invades my bones, taking over.

I hear Theos’ grunts beneath me. His muscles tense under my hands. His fingers tighten on my sides. Before I realize his intention, Theos shoves his body up and over—spinning us just as I had earlier. My back hasn’t hit the mattress for more than a second before he reaches down and lifts my leg over one shoulder. He pushes it down, cupping his hand under my thigh as he shoves my knee into my chest. The sudden change and tilt of his cock drives me ever higher.

I claw at the blankets around us. “Harder!” I scream. “Oh, fuck!” Thank the Gods, but he listens to me. His hips don’t stop or stutter, not even when I feel his cock swell within me and a warmth floods my body. His face twists into indescribable pleasure, his lips parting as he slides into my cunt, painting my insides with his seed.