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He smiled. “You are.”

“I am not!”

“Are too.”

“Shut up!”

Dionysus laughed and she pushed him. He wasn’t prepared for the shove, and it sent him to the ground. Ariadne must not have expected him to actually fall either, because she lost her footing and landed on top of him.

She leaned over him, her lips inches from his, her hands planted on his chest.

“Stop laughing,” she said, but he already had.

He was solely focused on where their bodies met, where his cock swelled between her thighs.

Their gazes held, and then her eyes dropped to his lips and she said his name, a quiet and fervent whisper.

He wasn’t sure who moved first, but their lips slammed together, and he groaned as their tongues clashed again. Fuck, he was starved for this—for her. He had never had enough. She was in his blood, filling his veins, an addiction so keen, he craved it.

He rolled, pinning her beneath him, grinding his hips into hers.

“Yes,” she gasped into his mouth, and his body felt alive and electric.

He could not believe this was happening.

And then, all of a sudden, a terrible wail tore them apart.

Dionysus rolled off Ariadne, his gaze going to the sky where something white and round soared through the air. At first, Dionysus thought it was a rock, but…it was screaming.

“Is that…a fuckingsheep?” Ariadne asked.

They exchanged a look, and then a booming sound filled the air and the ground began to shake. Far above the canopy, they saw the cyclops, who seemed to be running after the sheep.

“Guess he likes to play with his food,” said Dionysus, looking at Ariadne, who rolled her eyes. “What?”

She didn’t say anything but started down the mountainside.

“Where are you going?”

“Well, we don’t need to go up anymore, do we?”

He vehemently disagreed, but that was mostly because he was still hard and his only source of relief was practically running away from him.

Stupid fucking sheep.

“You don’t even know where you’re going,” Dionysus called to Ariadne, who walked several paces ahead.

He got the impression that she was running from more than just the height of the mountain. She was running from what had happened between them, from how quickly things had escalated.

She was running from him.

“I’m taking you to your cyclops,” she said.

He smirked. He had let her lead for the last hour. Once she’d come to the bottom of the mountainous terrain, she’d started in the direction of the cyclops and the sheep. The issue was that the cyclops was huge, and his strides were miles, not feet.

“You think the cyclops will still be there when we make it out of this forest?”

“I’m not sure that’s my problem, given you’re the one with the debt.”