Page 32 of Dark Gods
"He said something that pissed me off about someone I love," I finally answered.
"I see," he murmured, slinking closer. "And was it worth it?"
I watched him warily. "That's two questions."
The smile on his lips was unexpectedly seductive. He really was different on his own, or maybe I was just desperate. Either way, when he cornered me against the counter, pushing him away wasn't as high up on my priority list as it should have been.
"I suppose it's your turn to ask a question," he murmured. He was so close I could feel his cool breath on my lips, and the sensation was such a distraction I scarcely noticed his hand on my hip. "Just be sure it's the one you really want to ask."
Funnily enough, I had changed my mind. "The sim room," I muttered. His charm was a bit easier to resist once I remembered the fall. "Whose idea was that?"
His gaze softened, and the guilt within it seemed far more genuine than I wanted it to. "Do you really need to ask that?"
"Do you do everything your sister tells you?" I shot back.
He glanced away. "I didn't mean for it to go as far as you did. For you to get hurt."
"What did you think was going to happen when you sent me flying off a goddamn cliff?"
He winced slightly, and if I'd blinked, I would've missed it. "I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said I was sorry."
I considered it for a moment before deciding I did, for better or worse. "I believe you. Ask me if it matters."
"And there's nothing I can do to change your mind?" he asked with a smoldering gaze. All of a sudden, I could see how the great Loki himself had fallen for it once upon a time.
I swallowed hard, rallying my restraint. He was the last damn person I ever thought I'd need it with, that was for sure. "Why do you care what I think? I'm just the Rabbit," I said dryly.
That glimmer came back into his eyes. "I thought so at first," he murmured, tilting my chin toward him. His touch was smooth and cool, just like the rest of him. "But now, I know the truth."
"Which is?" I asked, finding it hard to remember how to breathe.
"You're a wolf," he purred, his words and lips a whisper against mine. "In rabbit's clothing, perhaps, but a wolf nonetheless. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind seeing the tables turned for a change."
There was something genuine about his words, as inexplicable as the heat in my core, and I found myself caving against him as our lips finally collided with all the tension we'd been hanging on for the last few minutes. He tasted like winter and his hair was smooth as silk as my hands found it.
As we explored each other's mouths, I let his tongue slip into mine and he lifted me up onto the counter with surprising ease. Guess he was stronger than he looked. I felt his hand slipping up my side, his fingers teasing the bare skin under my shirt as if for permission, and I let him, pulling him in to deepen the kiss.
It had been a long damn time since I'd properly made out with a guy, and with the Triad breathing down my neck, it wasn't like I had many opportunities. Technically, Phrixus was the last guy I should have wanted, but it felt like a middle finger to HelleandHades and I wasn't above a little petty revenge, even if neither of them would ever find out about it.
Something told me Phrixus felt the same way.
"Whoa," I said, grabbing the counter behind me as he pulled away and slipped his hands up my thighs below my skirt. "What are you doing?"
He stopped and glanced up at me. "Sorry, I thought you were into it."
"Into what, exactly?" I asked, wanting to clarify before we moved forward.
He shrugged, but the heat in his gaze suggested his intent was less casual than he was letting on. "You seemed to enjoy what I was doing with my tongue."
My face grew warm as his intentions became clear, but it was nothing compared to the heat further down. "Yeah. Uh. Sure."
"Sure?" he echoed, his eyes dancing with amusement. "That's by far the least enthusiastic response I've ever received to offering to go down on a girl."
I rolled my eyes, leaning back against the wall. "What do you want, a gilded invite?"
With a smirk, he disappeared between my legs and when his tongue swept across my clit, it was all I could do not to gasp. I was sure he'd just love that. He draped my legs over his shoulders as he claimed the heat between my legs, worshiping me with each caress of his tongue. Before long, I'd given up on trying not to make a sound and settled not for moaning loudly enough that it would call attention to us. I gripped the counter above me for support and muttered a slew of curses under my breath as he apologized far more effectively without words than with them.
"Fuck," I gasped as the first orgasm I'd had in months swept over me like a tidal wave, making my toes curl and my thighs tremble as they gripped the god between them. Phrixus went from sucking hungrily on my clit to tiny, torturous little strokes with his tongue as my orgasm subsided that left me all the more breathless.
