Page 48 of A Reign of Storm and Madness

My lips twitch as her eyes settle on my throat and just because I know what it’ll do to her, I raise my arms over my head, stretching back until I fist a handful of my tunic in my grip and then rip it up and over my head. The fabric falls down my arms to my wrists. I toss it away as I advance on her. Kiera’s eyes widen and she takes a hasty step back, keeping the towel up with her hands clamped tight to where it’s tucked above her breasts. I don’t slow down, don’t give her a chance to run.

“Theos—”

My hand is in her hair before she can finish whatever denial she’s about to utter and my mouth takes hers before it can fully be voiced. Despite the chill in the air, her skin is warm and the inside of her mouth is molten. My tongue dives in, touching against hers and in the next second, she relaxes against me.

Her hands come up around my neck and I rip her towel away before she can try to break the kiss. A gasp echoes from her mouth into mine and I swallow it down as I back her towards the bed. I know when we hit it because she halts and groans in what I suspect is a mixture of frustration and hunger.

“I remember how you taste,” I tell her against her lips, “like the sweetest fruit on my tongue.”

“We really shouldn’t—”

“Let me taste you again,” I cut her off, not afraid to beg. I want it more than I want anything right now, even my next breath, and I fear if I don’t have her, I’ll turn into a monster that might just take her without her consent. “Please…” I kiss her throat, dragging my lips and tongue down and down some more. Her nipples are hard little buds and I pinch one between my thumb and forefinger before licking the other and sucking it into my mouth.

She gasps, going up on her toes as she bows into me. Her hands find the back of my head, spearing through the strands. A cry leaves her lips and I switch positions, toying with the nipple that’s now wet with my saliva and moving my mouth to the other.

Her hips writhe against me and my cock strains against the front placket of my trousers, demanding to be released. Not just yet though. I want her mindless with pleasure when I slide into her waiting warmth. I want her crying out, my name on her lips, as the world crashes around her, and then, only then, will I finally get what I want from her—the truth.

She might have thought she hid it well enough, but Kalix wouldn’t just step forward and kill another Mortal God just because she attacked our servant. That’s nothing like him—even if he’s far more interested in her than he should be. I know I can’t crack him, so it’ll have to be her that breaks and if this is how it has to happen then so be it.

“Theos!”

That’s a start, I think as I pull away and grab her around her thighs, hands cupping her as I jerk her up and onto the same bed where we last did this. One hand—so much smaller than my own—cups my shoulder as she exhales sharply. I go to my knees, one at a time, and then use my hold on her legs to drag her to the edge so that her cunt is right at the perfect height in my line of sight.

Pushing one thigh outward to reveal the pretty pink flesh of her pussy, I blow a soft stream of air over her quivering clit. She jolts, squirming on the bed even as her nails stab into my shoulder.

“Tell me that you want me,” I whisper, getting closer and closer to that soft, wet secret flesh of hers.

“Theos…”

“Say it.” I lift my gaze to hers, feeling lightning in my veins. Too close, my powers tremble along my limbs, shuddering in my bloodstream. I tamp them down, needing them to stay under control. She’s far too fragile for me to lose it in the midst of this, but I’ll have her regardless. There is no stopping now, not when I’m close enough to see the way her pussy twitches for me.

“Say. It.”

We’re both reckless—she and I. Two lost souls adrift in a wild world that never meant to house us all. Yet, still, we’re here. Unwilling to die. Unwilling to fade from existence.

“Tell me that you want me.”

Her eyes collide with mine and her brow puckers, her lips forming the words and struggling as if she is scared to voice them even if the evidence is sitting right before me. Then she says it. The magical words.

“I want you, Theos.”

I unleash the monster and descend upon her.

Chapter 27

Kiera

With a leg over one of his shoulders and the other pushed out so that he has full and complete access, Theos devours me. A shudder works through me, running up my spine and down my limbs. My hands clench into the soft fabrics beneath me as I writhe under him. He licks up my center, tongue swirling through the wetness gathered there. He’s on his knees for me, lips on me, sucking my clit into his mouth as he fucks me with his tongue. I moan for him, my hands sliding into his hair, tangling there as I push it back and away from his face so that I can look down my body and meet his gilded gaze.

I’m so damn fucked.

That’s possessiveness in those eyes. I’ve seen it enough from Gods and Mortal Gods alike but never towards me. I’ve never seen anyone look at me the way Theos Darkhaven is looking at me right now. Like I belong to him.

Will he still look at me like that when he learns the truth?

He settles his lips over my clit again and my back bows as lightning tears through me. I scream, arching up only to have one of his hands smooth up my belly and press me back down, holding me in place. I gasp, struggling for breath.

Somehow, I’d managed to convince myself that it wasn’t this good, that it couldn’t ever be this good. I’d overblown the sex between us in my mind and I’d been so wrong because it’s not just this good, it’s better. My memories dim in comparison.

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