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“Me…sleeping with Apollo.”
“I have to be okay with it because you’re his, not mine.”
“That’s not what you’ve told me before.”
He held me only far enough away so he could look at me. “You cannot be my princess.”
“No,” I admitted. “But I am your goddess.”
The smile in his eyes was small, but it was there. “I suppose you expect me to bow to you now?”
I ran my hand over his chest. “Do you wish things were different?” I asked him, not sure if I wanted to know the answer or not.
His eyes narrowed as his fingers played with my top at my waist. For the space of a heartbeat, I was sure he was going to say yes. He brushed an escaped strand of hair away from my face, his touch tender. Then he’d fisted my hair in his hand, and he tugged gently.
“There is only one rule, love,” he started, his voice deliciously low.
“Really?” I sassed. “I seem to have forgotten.”
He pulled my hair a little more. “Do ye need a reminder?” he asked, and I nodded. “You only cum for me, princess. Understood?”
“You don’t tell me what to do.”
“Understood?” he repeated, pulling just a little more.
“I don’t answer to you, Valk” I teased him.
The heat in his eyes told me he liked that. The way he tugged my hair and pulled me closer to him suggested he was still going to punish me for it.
“And what makes you think I answer to you?” he asked, his voice all warning.
“Iamyour goddess, Valk, and youwillbow to me,” I said.
A ghost of a sinful smirk lit his lips. “I’d like to see you make me.”
I batted at his arm, and he obliged by letting go of my hair. Then I brought that hand back and laid it over his throat, a sinful smirk of my own at my lips and a demand in my eyes.
“On your knees,” I commanded him.
His lip quirked, along with his eyebrow, but he very slowly dropped to his knees in front of me. He looked at me like he was saying ‘I’ll do it, but just this once’.
That surprised me.
“Why now?” I asked, fighting a smile.
He spread my legs and pushed my pyjama shorts aside. “I came undone, princess. You’re in charge.”
As his tongue brushed over my clit I sucked in a breath. My hand went to the back of his head, fisting in his hair, and mine fell back as I breathed against the shooting pleasure. His hands gripped my arse firmly, just in case I had any ridiculous notions of getting away, and I was not complaining…
Until he pulled back and swore. He pulled his phone out of his pocket with a grumbled, “Always fucking interrupted,” before answering with a mighty pissy, “What?”
He sighed as he leant his head against my legs and nodded to whoever was on the phone.
“Right now?” he asked. “Fucking hell, Creed. No. Donottell my da,” he ordered. “Shit.” He pulled himself off the floor and wiped a hand over his face. “No. No. Yeah. I can be there in…fuck… It’ll be an hour. Earliest. Fender’s off duty. Icandrive, ye ken?” he snapped. “I’ll take the hit.”
He hung up and swore again.
“Is…everything okay?” he asked.
