Page 30 of Queen of Tempests and Sin

He placed a hand on my waist, and the heat of his touch on my bare flesh burned, scorching my skin. I trembled.

The proximity of him vibrated through my body, making it hard to breathe. His fingers drifted to the edge of my yoga pants, dipping down into the waistband. My whole world stopped on its axis, and my eyes drifted closed.

The hunter had overwhelmed the quarry.

I needed his fingers much, much lower. Needed those luscious lips on every inch of my skin. Yearned for the feel of his beautiful cock thrusting into me.

‘Please,’ I whimpered. I meant to say stop, but the word vanished from my lips. He was a very bad idea, but in that moment, I desperately wanted him.

‘You’re mine,’ his breath coasted over the shell of my ear as his hand dipped lower, his fingertips caressing my stomach. I needed to back up. Stop. He was a god for fucks sake, but my body wouldn’t obey.

His other hand wrapped around my throat—not tight, but possessive as his lips settled against mine—soft and sensuous. Until they weren’t. His grip tightened as he deepened the kiss, his tongue devouring mine, causing my insides to melt, and my legs to turn to butter. He bit my lower lip—gently—then swallowed my moan before his tongue ravaged mine again. The kiss was sinful… delectable, and liquid heat coursed straight to my clit. My core burned for his touch as fireworks went off behind my eyes.

His hand moved down to cup my breast, and my body betrayed me again. Traitorous bitch. My hips arched into him, seeking more as I fisted my fingers in his hair. He pinched a nipple, and a cry escaped into his mouth as pleasure rocketed through me.

‘I’m going to fuck you, Cordelia,’ he murmured darkly against my lips. ‘And you’re going to scream my name.’

Rapture speared through my centre as he slipped his fingers into my panties, and I moaned, ‘Yes,’ instead of no. Desire consumed me, smothering all rational thought.

He’s an arrogant, controlling god. This is a terrible idea, my snarky inner bitch was yelling, but her voice faded into the recesses of my mind as desperation for him took hold.

‘You’re so wet for me, Little Red. Good girl,’ he groan-whispered against my cheek.

His rigid length pressed into my hip as his fingers worked me to a fever pitch. I knew damn well that if his hands could do this… his glorious cock could destroy me. And I wanted that destruction. Needed it. Craved a one-way ticket to Pound Town, express service.

His thumb circled my clit as he finger-fucked me. Knuckle deep, he curled his fingers and hit a sensitive spot that made pleasure burn through me like an out-of-control wildfire. I threw my head back, a raw moan tearing from my throat⁠—

BANG.

The door thudded as fists pounded it. Shouts followed.

Reality slammed back into me.

I yelped a startled ‘No!’, shoving him in the chest with my palms, making him stumble backwards. My hands flew to my hair and clothes, smoothing, adjusting—trying to look not like I’d just been finger-blasted by a pissed-off sea god. My panties were soaked, and I was a mess.

When I did meet his gaze, confusion steeled across his expression, and I felt a twinge of guilt for pushing him away. He shook his head and walked towards the door.

‘I should probably apologise for… you know,’ I said lamely, but he ignored me and my apology, firing my temper. I whisper-muttered to myself, ‘Then again, he’s the reason my life has turned to shit. The arrogant asshole.’ I scowled at his back.

‘I have preternatural hearing, Cordelia.’ He interrupted my conversation with myself without even turning around. Grrr. I wanted to kick him right in that huge schlong.

‘What?’ He barked at the two men who edged into the room. Ajax and Mr. Smiley. ‘What happened to you both?’ Poseidon tilted his head as he studied the blood on their clothes.

Mr. Smiley cocked his head and grinned at me like we were old friends. He was a looker, and his blond hair stuck up in every direction, like he’d been running his fingers through it. He was tall and stacked with muscle—his smile was big and beautiful, and about to get my fist in it.

‘How’re your stab wounds, big man?’ I asked sweetly and heard Ajax growl a low warning rumble.

‘Sore but almost closed up. Demigod healing, ya know,’ Smiley replied.

‘What do you want, Perseus?’ Si snapped.

So… this was Perseus, huh?

‘Sorry, Majesty. I know you told us not to disturb you, but she’s a proper handful. We were worried,’ Perseus said.

‘Why isn’t she dead?’ Ajax said as his gaze flicked to me, his glare so hard it looked like it could punch through steel.

‘Watch your mouth, Ajax,’ Si spat. ‘I decide if and when people die.’ Si turned to me, that deadly heat in his eyes hadn’t cooled.