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Kronos shook his head. “How could you not tell me?”

“It didn’t exactly come up,” Daphne said. “I was more concerned about everything else that’s been happening the last couple days.”

“I am more concerned about your safety.”

“I wasn’t in danger.”

“You said Caspenon was there. He could have—”

“He didn’t do anything to me. He was just protecting his sister. You would have done the same in his position.”

Daphne knew Kronos had no siblings, but it did not matter. The sentiment was the same. He would understand the instinct to protect those he cared about.

Finally, he nodded.

“I would prefer if you told me the next time something like that happens,” he said. “Immediately.”

“I will.”

He pursed his lips, seemingly satisfied. Then his expression softened, and he drew her into his arms. “Do you wish to sleep?” he murmured in her ear. “Tomorrow will be a long day.”

Daphne nodded. She had seen quite enough for one night.

Together they left the courtyard and traversed the passageway to his chambers. As soon as they were inside, Kronos lifted her into the bed. Her head was still swimming with elixir, but she was now too tired to do anything about it. Some part of Daphne knew there would be plenty of time for that in the future.

Kronos pressed his lips to her temple, and they fell asleep together, drunk off elixir, collapsed in each other’s arms.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Daphne

Hours later, Daphne woke.

Kronos was fast asleep on his back, his chest rising and falling with impossibly slow breaths, the tension usually present in his jaw nowhere to be found. Inevitably, Daphne looked down at his cock. His enormous, flawless, unbelievably tempting cock. The elixir was still in her bloodstream; she could feel it urging her to touch him. She remembered what he’d said to her: My cock is yours, Daphne. Whenever you want it. Had he really meant that? It was so outside the bounds of what Daphne would expect from anyone. But he wasn’t just anyone; this was Kronos. You do not have to ask. That’s what he’d said to her. It all belongs to you. After everything she’d seen tonight, she wouldn’t be surprised if he had. Touching someone while they were asleep wasn’t something she’d ever done before. But Kronos had given her explicit permission to do so, and the thought of touching him with no pressure whatsoever—with no one to watch or judge—was far more powerful than her fear.

Daphne bit her lip. Then she shifted closer.

She trailed her fingers gently up Kronos’s very warm thigh. He shifted. She froze. When it was clear he did not wake, she continued the motion, stopping right at the base of his cock. It was so big. He wasn’t even hard yet, and she still was in awe of him. Daphne could hardly believe she’d ever had it down her throat. Slowly, she brushed a single finger over the head before following a vein up his shaft. Almost immediately, he hardened beneath her touch. Before she could talk herself out of it, Daphne wrapped her hand around the base and began to stroke.

Kronos shifted again, and this time his eyes opened.

Daphne glanced up at him and whispered, “Should I stop?”

“You may do whatever you wish, Daphne,” he said, his voice low and rough from sleep. “As long as it is anything but stop.”

She smiled. Then she leaned over and spit on his cock.

Kronos groaned as she did so. She could feel his approval as she traced a single finger through her saliva, spreading it over the tip of his cock and working it into his skin. A hiss filled the room. The veins that led to his cock were bulging—blood surged beneath the surface, hardening him even more. Calmly, Daphne leaned down and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Kronos let out an anguished moan the moment her lips touched his skin.

She sucked hard and he gasped, “Daphne.”

If her mouth wasn’t currently full, Daphne would have smiled. Instead she showed him how she felt with her actions, taking his cock deeper down her throat, one languid inch at a time. She was in no rush; she wanted to savor this. He was so large she couldn’t reach the base, but she wrapped her fingers around him to make up the distance, using them in tandem with her tongue. She could feel every vein as they slid along her lips.

“Daphne,” he whispered again, a plea this time. “Daphne.” He said her name as if it was a prayer.

Kronos’s hand was on her thigh, pulling her. It took Daphne a moment to understand what he was doing. Once she realized where he wanted her, she repositioned herself, turning her body and opening her legs so that she was straddling his face. As soon as she was above him, Kronos pulled her down firmly onto his mouth. Now it was Daphne’s turn to gasp as his tongue dove deep into her center, tasting all she had to offer him. Kronos devoured her as if she were his last meal on earth. It made it supremely difficult to concentrate on her own mouth, which was still around his cock.

Daphne used her hands and tongue in equal measure to bring him toward his climax. Every time she established one rhythm, she switched to another. Kronos was tense beneath her, his body aching for release. She would not give it to him yet. Daphne wanted him to wait—even though she was making him wait for everything else—she wanted him begging for it before she was done.