Page 41 of Harbinger

“Why did you not come forward before now?” Cassius had asked the Goddess after a stunned silence. “Why act from the shadows for so long?”

“Because it was the only way we would have a chance to win the war to come.”

Tension had knotted Morgan’s shoulders at her grim look.

“You mean the one Regina saw?” Cassius had said stiffly. “The vision you bestowed upon her?”

Atropos had dipped her head.“Yes. We could not allow Clotho and Lache to tell Elios our plans. Just like they blind me, I can blind them, so long as I do nothing to reveal my hand.” The Goddess’s face had softened at Cassius’s harried expression. “The conflict in the Nether was one we were all ultimately bound to lose. You. Me. Elios. Though my brother may think he won that battle, he set aside an incredibly useful pawn in the form of Hypnosandhe failed to kill Ivmir and truly destroy Rohengar.”Her gaze had swept the room.“The final battlewilltake place on Earth, like I revealed to the Dryad royal seer. And it will determine not just our Fate but that of every realm, including Heaven and the Hells.”

“Can you see how it ends?” Victor had asked harshly in the grave hush that followed her declaration. “Will we defeat Elios?”

Atropos’s expression had grown shuttered then. “I…do not know.”

Morgan couldn’t help but feel that she’d lied to them in that moment. She never spoke more on the topic, even after everyone had left. But she had said one last thing that had curdled Morgan’s blood before she and the other Goddesses had retired to his apartment for the night.

“Elios hates Icarus. Yes, he wanted to use his powers as the Awakener to tear the Nether, open up the Abyss, and release Chaos from his prison, but, ultimately, what Elios wants more than anything is for Icarus to die. We can use that against him.”

“What are you thinking about?” Cassius murmured presently.

“I’m thinking I really want to smack that bastard Elios.” Morgan sighed ruefully. “Also, I want to make love to you badly right now, but I don’t think I can summon the energy.”

Cassius chuckled. “That’s a first.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Morgan grumbled. “Just thank your lucky stars for the reprieve. Once I get rid of this stupid Rot, I’m not gonna let you sleep for a week.”

Cassius pulled back and grinned. “Promises, promises.”

Morgan’s chest loosened. The fear and regret stamped on Cassius’s face had faded to amusement.

Cassius arched an eyebrow. “You know, it takes two to tango.”

Morgan blinked. “You want to dance?”

Cassius pursed his lips. “I kind of agree with Kes.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Cassius pushed Morgan onto his back and climbed on top of him, his expression teasing. “How about I take care of you today?”

“Oh.”

Morgan’s pulse accelerated at Cassius’s sultry look and the telltale bulge in his pajamas. Despite the dull throbbing of Tenebra’s Rot deep inside him, he could still feel an echo of Cassius’s desire in his core.

Cassius peeled his T-shirt off and leaned down to kiss Morgan. Morgan groaned when he pushed inside his mouth, his tongue moving languorously against Morgan’s hungry flesh.

Morgan’s cock swelled. Cassius moaned when he felt the solid evidence of his passion. Morgan rubbed their erections together and drew another groan from him.

Cassius’s movements grew jerky as he got rid of the rest of his clothes and stripped Morgan naked. His touch seared Morgan’s skin where he danced his hands over his body, his lips and tongue following the path his wicked fingers took.

Morgan’s breathing grew ragged as Cassius made love to him, the sight of the demigod’s flushed face and his leaking erection so hot he felt he could come there and then. And come he finally did, inside Cassius’s mouth.

Cassius lavished Morgan’s stiff rod with his tongue and fingers before swallowing him with his lips. Sweat beaded Morgan’s face and his heart raced like a freight train at the pleasure Cassius was giving him. His fingers soon found Cassius’s hair, his hips tilting and rocking his cock against the back of Cassius’s throat. Cassius panted and maintained eye contact while he blew Morgan hard and deep, face taut with lust and fingers busy on his own erection.

By the time Cassius let go of Morgan’s trembling shaft, he’d brought him to two shuddering orgasms and had painted the sheets with his own cum.

Morgan shivered.

Cassius had wiped his lips and was rubbing his sensitive flesh to a fresh erection, his heated stare full of desire. Air hissed through his teeth when he finally mounted Morgan and impaled himself on his rock-hard cock.

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