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Apollo once told her not to come to him for comfort—only when she wanted him to fuck her the way his brother would not. Now she came to him for both.

Fuck me.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Something passed over Apollo’s face—triumph.

His eyes held hers. In them, she saw desire. There was no easier way to wield her power than telling him to fuck her. It was the only thing that trumped everything else—a few simple words that would bring even the most virtuous man to his knees.

Tem wielded those words now, saying them once more: Fuck me, Apollo. Now.

A slow smile spread over his lips.

There were so many basilisks watching—including Caspen—so many eyes on what was about to happen. They had withheld long enough—two planets in parallel orbit, existing beside one another but never crossing paths. It was finally time to collide.

Apollo raised a hand to her face, gently brushing a curl from her cheek.

The arena disappeared. Time ceased to exist. This was between the two of them now, and Tem had neither the desire nor the ability to focus on anything else. It was time to see what Apollo had to offer her—to understand him on a carnal level, the way she already understood his brother. She had fucked ten other basilisks. Now it was Apollo’s turn.

The previous basilisks had left her dripping. Even Rowe had stirred something within her. Apollo leaned back, exposing his cock, which was already hard for her.

Come here, Temperance.

Tem wanted nothing more. She wanted to come to him—to come for him. Apollo was a familiar face in this long line of strangers, and familiarity was what Tem craved in this moment. Here, finally, she let herself fully look at him. Apollo’s body was warm and hard, the ridges of his muscle catching the torchlight. Tentatively, Tem touched him, pressing her hand to his chest. He let her do this. After a moment, she trailed her fingers downward, brushing them slowly over the ridges of his abdomen before finally meeting the base of his cock. He drew a breath when she touched it.

Tem had felt this part of him before—she’d rubbed her center along his shaft until she came. But this was different. This time there was a crowd watching, and she sought privacy, speaking a single word into Apollo’s mind.

Hi.

Hi?

It’s the informal version of hello.

I am aware of that. Do you consider this an informal occasion?

It was anything but informal. But if she thought about the implications of this occasion, she would drown in the uncertainty of it. So Tem did the only thing she could think to do, which was lean forward and press her lips to his.

They kissed slowly. Sensually.

Only the blond basilisk had been blessed with the gift of her lips, and now she gave that gift to Apollo. She wanted him to have this, to know that he was different from the others—to know that he deserved her. It was a completion of a circle that had started long ago, perhaps before she had even met Caspen. The two brothers had shared someone before her. She was not special; she was not unique. And yet, this was special.

This was Apollo.

Immediately, her mind emptied of every thought and worry that had tortured her since yesterday. All she knew was the feel of his skin against hers, his tongue in her mouth. She welcomed it, taking his hand and pulling it between her legs, letting him touch her. There hadn’t been foreplay with any of the others. She’d simply rode their cocks and moved on. But Apollo was different. He was better. He deserved her body, and Tem wanted to give it to him.

His cock was erect, but she made no move to get on it. This moment belonged to Tem—this decision belonged to her. Apollo had promised they wouldn’t sleep together until she initiated it. He was like Leo in that way: both men of their word. So different from Caspen, who would break his word if it meant keeping Tem safe. One was not better than the other; they were simply different. But it was working in Apollo’s favor now.

How long will you make me wait, Temperance?

She liked the way he said her name. Caspen always called her Tem—he was the only basilisk to do so. But Apollo used her full name every time, and somehow she felt like a different person when he said it.

Not long.

She was straddling him now, both hands cupping his jaw as she kissed him. She couldn’t get enough. He tasted like peaches and persimmons and permission. It was finally time to do this—to have their moment together. Apollo’s hands were on her ass, positioning her.

Without waiting another moment, Tem slid down onto his cock.

Kora.