He added a finger, massaging that delicate, sensitive place inside me, pressing the heel of his hand to my clit.
“Think of me,” he commanded. “Think of how I fill you up. Think of how good it feels when I fuck you.”
He caressed me with slow, adoring strokes, and I obeyed his demand. I imagined we were free in our bedroom, together in rapture. With how desperate I was, it might as well have been true. I clenched around his fingers, grinding helplessly against his hand, consumed by my utter surrender. I unraveledfor him in a burst of ecstasy, throbbing with uncontrollable, incomparable relief.
“Yes,” Thanatos moaned in my stead.
He waited until my quivering subsided before he released my mouth from his silencing grip and my body from his pleasuring one. He pressed a triumphant kiss to my forehead. “Good girl,” he whispered.
I had no response to that, as I was fairly certain I had just melted into a puddle. The sensations of climax still swept through me, pulsing fire through my veins with every heartbeat. I brought my lips to his ear and aimed for the quietest sound I could make. “Thanatos,” I breathed.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “Yes, that will do.”
My god of death scooped me into his embrace. “Sleep now,” he instructed, his gloating still obvious in his voice. “Go to sleep and let me hold you.”
So I closed my eyes and sank into contented dreams. Who was I to deny the desire of a god?
* * *
When morning dawned, I woke to the sound of somebody’s scream. Chaos exploded throughout my room in an instant, and I sprang to terrified attention, trying to identify the danger. I couldn’t. Instead, I was struck with several unbelievable sights.
Thanatos was still here, cuddled behind me and looking just as startled as I was. We sat up quickly, his arms still wrapped around my waist, and he squeezed me even harder when he too was faced with the state of our surroundings.
The scream—a rather impressive one, I had to admit—had come from Alex, who stood at the foot of my bed. She stared forward with her jaw hanging open, clutching at her chest. Iheard Zoe and Sophie tumble out of their beds as well, and run to inspect the problem for themselves. And when they arrived…all three of my sisters stood there inside my curtains and gaped directly at us.
“Oh, fuck,” Thanatos stuttered. His fingers dug into my skin, and he made a couple of incomprehensible noises, seeming completely uncertain of what to do. I tried to swallow my surprise, but failed miserably.
“Did you…were yousleeping?” I asked incredulously.
“I do not sleep! It is not a thing I do!” But for once he didn’t seem so sure. He glanced back at my sisters and let out a groan. “Oh,fuck.”
“…Cyrie…?” asked Sophie weakly. “What…the…”
She was interrupted by a knock at our door. Shit, someone had heard the screaming. I shook my head desperately, begging my sisters with my eyes. And Zoe, gods bless her, went and muttered something through the door to placate the person outside. She raised her eyebrows expectantly upon her return, terror written plain on her face.
Thanatos ventured to explain, still holding me too tightly. “Hello. I am sorry. This…was not supposed to happen.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I am Death,” he added, then seemed to realize this was not the most comforting news. “Never mind, forget it! That is not…I am not here for that. Fuck.”
He sighed and tried again. “I am Thanatos. I love your sister. And I am late to the Underworld…”
“Hi,” Alex squeaked out. There was a moment of silence.
“It’s okay,” I reassured them. “He was just…we were just…” My cheeks flushed red, and I tried to hide my face by turning back to him. We searched each other’s eyes frantically. “I think you sleepwalked into the mortal plane,” I blurted.
Thanatos made a flustered expression. “Oops,” he whispered. He looked up at my sisters, then back to me with increasing concern. “Fuck. Cyrie, Ireallyhave to go.”
A flash of guilt shot through me, and I wondered what consequences would await him in the realm below. “Okay…okay, just go. I’ll figure it out…just come back here tonight, yeah?”
“Will you be safe until I return?” he worried. “Apollo cannot know. Theycannotalert him!”
“They won’t. Go on.”
“I…alright.” He kissed the top of my head and let me go reluctantly, still looking absolutely flabbergasted. “I’m sorry,” he whispered once more. He stumbled out of my bed, scooped up his shoes, and disappeared with a flick of his wings.
My sisters stared in agonizing silence, first at the spot where he’d vanished, and then directly at me. All of their questions hung in the air.
“Cyrie, what thefuck?” Zoe finally said.
“So…here’s the thing. Um, I sort of…fell in love with…Death?”
