Page 34 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
“Yes, but we couldn’t let them continue what they were doing. We had to punish them.”
“But this would have been worse than death for them.”
It would have been. It wasn’t one of our proudest moments, but those were days when Zeus ruled as a vengeful God. He’d mellowed a lot since then, but there were times in the old days when he was very absolute.
“What happened to them?” she asked.
“Erebus was condemned to the darkest depths, a place that would never see the light. And he’d be responsible for killing anyone who set foot into his new lair. Nyx was doomed to wander the night sky alone, forever parted from her lover. They say that every time she cries, a new star is born.”
“That’s horrible.”
I hummed my agreement. “No one has seen either of them since.”
“Really?”
“They were banished in their incorporeal forms, never able to touch another living soul or leave their realms ever again.”
“Wow,” she huffed. “When you punish someone, you really know how to do it.”
“Yes, and don’t you forget it,” I said with a wicked grin. A flush crept up the side of her neck and she swallowed nervously, no doubt remembering the moment she shouted ‘Daddy’.
Gods, she’d been perfect. Who knew that was buried deep within her somewhere. I reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, loving that she leaned into my touch. She was so responsive. So perfect.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you this way?” I asked. She shook her head, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Since you strolled into my office like you didn’t give a shit who I was. It didn’t matter that I was the king and there were rules, you walked in here like you owned the place, and I was instantly hard at the thought of punishing your sweet little ass.”
She snorted. “I am not sweet.”
“No, I guess not.” I pressed a soft kiss to her lips and her eyes fluttered closed. “You certainly taste sweet though.”
Her lips were soft beneath mine and I took a moment to just enjoy exploring her. I’d wanted this for so long, avoided it for too long, that I was going to take my time.
I teased her lips with my tongue, tracing the seam and pulling back over and over again until she let a little frustrated moan break free. I smiled against her mouth as I slid my tongue against hers, tilting her head and controlling everything. She kept trying to speed up, but I was in control here. Not her.
Her hands dipped beneath the hem of my shirt, her fingers following the lines of my abs, slowly trailing lower. I was hard as a fucking rock and there was no way she couldn’t feel it beneath her. I mean, my pants were still wide open.
I should stop this, move us somewhere more comfortable but I couldn’t seem to pull my mouth from hers, couldn’t make my hands leave her skin. I was addicted to her, and I was taking the chance to lose myself in her.
“Yo! Kingy! Where you at?”
Shit.
I’d got so lost in Roux that I’d completely forgotten that the Revenants were due to check in.
Roux looked startled and tried to scramble off my lap, but I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her tight.
“Baby girl, sit still,” I whispered by her ear. “We don’t want the Revenants to see how hard you make Daddy’s cock.”
Her eyes went ridiculously wide, and the tip of her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
My cock twitched. Sweet fucking hell. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
The corners of her mouth tipped up into a grin. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“Behave,” I growled, but there was no real heat behind it.
She settled herself comfortably in my lap, rubbing her ass against my erection as she moved. Minx. Next time I’d make her sit on my dick and watch her squirm every time I rocked my hips. Bet she wouldn’t be smiling saucily at me then.
We’d just about managed to situate ourselves comfortably and, more importantly, decently, when Nox and Rook wandered in.
