Page 62 of Scion of Chaos

“It isn’t that simple.”

She leans forward again. “Isn’t it? We’re here, and I don’t think your agitation is about what we’re here to do. I think it’s about who we’re here to see. You’re not used to dealing with Fate, which is an extremely rare thing for someone in your position. I’m well-acquainted with how the higher races work. I’ve spent the last five years learning whatever I can about them, including their histories. I’ve even managed to get into the libraries in the ursa Sanctuary.”

This catches my attention. “That’s how you learned about the key, isn’t it?”

She waves a hand. “That can wait. But one thing that was clear was the divide between Fate and Chaos. And since Chaos is your boss, I’m guessing you aren’t used to being under Fate’s influence, so being inexplicably drawn to someone like this is new to you.”

I start to object to her assessment of what’s going on, but stop. I heave a sigh and shake my head. “It still isn’t that simple. It’s true that I’m drawn to someone; she might even be the answer to how we beat the Titans. But I’m not the only one drawn to her. The others… my guards… they are part of me. And they are all drawn to her. Right now, they’re all there, where she is. And I’m not.”

Erika laughs. I scowl.

“Oh, you poor, poor bastard. You don’t like sharing, do you?”

I grit my teeth and glare, but she’s not wrong.

She sits back, continuing to chuckle and shake her head. “What’s she doing now? I assume you have a telepathic link to what’s going on and that’s what got you so riled up. She’s fucking one of them, isn’t she?”

“Asterius,” I growl. “Or she was about to. While my brother looked on with alltwo hundredeyes.”

Her eyes widen. “Typhon’s watching her fuck the minotaur?” A salacious smile spreads across her face and she rubs her palms on her thighs.

“What?” I snap.

“He has a hundred heads, right?”

“Yes, why?”

“That means he has a hundredtongues. She is one lucky,luckygirl.”

“You aren’t helping.”

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry you’re stuck here with me, but if you brought her home with you and there are… what, nine of you?... you need to loosen up about who gets her when. It’s her choice, so all of you will need to be on board with not having her while others do. That includes you. But I suggest making time to be alone together whenever you can.”

“How do you do it? Dragons are polyamorous by nature, aren’t they?”

“Me? Honey, I don’tsharethe way you think. Geva is all mine. When we play, we do it as a couple, and when we’re home it’s just us and our kid. If you want advice on how to be in a harem, you’ll need to ask someone else. Deva Rainsong or April Vincent may be able to help, or their mates.”

My grimace makes her lift an eyebrow.

“They aren’t exactly my biggest fans,” I say. “That island you said Deva’s busy with? She’s there because of me. Because that’s where Nemea—the woman we were just talking about—was until yesterday, when I went to fetch her.” I pause, and when Erika frowns, I hastily add, “For her protection. Chaos wants her, and if the Titans find out she exists, they could use her for leverage. Tartarus is the safest place for her, even if sheisgetting railed by my guards.”

“Hey, as long as she’s consenting, that all sounds fine to me. She is consenting, isn’t she?”

“Of course. She came willingly. If anything, I have a feeling my guards won’t know what hit them.”

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Nemea

The cavern rumbles when I reach Asterius. He frowns as he stares around at the space, at the water rippling around me, and the stream of water from above halts before starting again. Typhon is here and hasn’t moved, but there’s a deep throbbing inside me that is more than just arousal.

Looking straight at me, Asterius says, “I believe that was you, Nemea. Try to control your power if you can.”

“It helps if I have something to focus on.” I move between his big thighs and wrap both hands around his girth, making an effort to channel the magic inside into that deep well Vesh helped me seek out last night.

Asterius groans and leans back, propping himself on his hands. The water hits his head, cascading down over his shoulders and through the hair dusting his chest, slicking it flat again. My mouth goes dry just watching him move. His abdominal muscles tighten and flex when I squeeze his cock and slide my hands up the massive length.

He’s thicker at the base, so thick it takes both hands to fully encircle him, but his shaft tapers almost to a point. When I reach his tip, I use only one hand, his cockhead about the thickness of one of his thumbs and weeping with his arousal. A thick ridge of muscle runs along the top of his shaft, and there’s a groove in the underside just right for me to fit my thumb into. I experimentally stroke back down with one hand, rubbing my thumb gently into the groove.

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