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"Isn't that better? A little honesty goes a long, long way, doesn't it?" His fingers moved in and out of me faster, making lewd, wet noises. "And because you were so frank, I will tell you that I decided we both needed space after you blew my fucking mind today. Otherwise, I was going to fuck you. I was going to take you for hours, in every hole, until we're both spent."

Gods, yes. Yes, yes, yes.I didn't realize I'd said the words out loud until I heard my own voice screaming the last one.

"It's not smart, Kleos. You're a good little Pendros, with your line of suitors, and I am the opposite of any of them. You weren't meant for someone like me." He sounds gentle, but his eyes are anything but. "You're bound to a lifetime of missionary with the lights off. I will destroy your cunt, and your ass, and mark every inch of your skin."

"Please," I whimpered.

He didn't make me beg again. Another finger joined the two, stroking me right at a spot I didn't know existed, over and over, as that ring finger still pulsed heat and magic right into my clit. I lost it, my legs turning to jelly as I soaked both of his hands.

His mouth pressed against my forehead, ever so soft."It's too late. You should have gotten one of your nice boys to scratch your itch. You just had to shake that pretty ass in my side of town, didn't you?"

I was still mostly composed of goo when hardness pressed at my entrance. And then he slid in, in one long, deep thrust, filling me more completely than I would have thought possible.

"So very tight. And yet, you're taking all of me, aren't you?" he whispered, hips sliding out, and then back inside, to the hilt.

I was, and at each move, he hit a bundle ofoverstrungnerves that screamed warnings across every inch of my body. It didn't feel like I could survive this. Surely, he was killing me. There was no other reason why my entire body would be shaking and clenching this hard.

If this was death, I welcomed it.

My walls clenched against him, gripping him tight, as I lifted my other leg, locking my feet behind his waist. Lucian. Chest heaving, panting, moaning, and then screaming his name at the top of my voice, I lost it. I was still aware that we were in a crowded club, right behind the bar, my best friend practicallypassed out nearby, and none of that mattered as much as my frantic race towards a doom I welcomed with all my soul.

"Can you come for me again, love?" he asked. "I want to feel you clench around my cock before I fill you so, so deep."

"Yes! Gods, yes!" I wanted him to come inside me. I needed it.

"Good girl. That's it." His thumb circled my too-sensitive clit gently, perhaps suspecting much more stimulation would forever send me into madness. "Now. Come for me now."

I obeyed. My body didn't even question it. I exploded around his cock, and he pushed in hard, grunting his release, warmth coating my insides.

I neededall of it. It was a necessity. If he'd tried to move, I would have tightened my legs to keep him right here.

"Fuck, the way you're milking me," he mused. "Like you want every drop."

I really did.

"I could knock you up. Is that what you want, love? A little girl with hair like yours, and a boy who looks like me?"

If anyone had asked me that question an hour ago, if anyone asked tomorrow, I'd immediately reply that I had no intention of getting pregnant anytime soon. But my pussy only clenched harder, and I had to stop myself from wailing “yes, please.”

"Pan's presence and his tricks don't affect me, but he's a fertility god, you know. The likelihood of you giving me a child is high—even with spells, and potions, and condoms if we'd bothered with one." He grinned, lips back on my neck. "Especially since I'm about to come inside you again."

And then his cock, still inside me, and already impossibly hard, was slamming my core all over again.

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KLEOS

It would be inaccurate to say I didn't recall the rest of the night. Every moment was etched in stone into my soul. Still, it felt more like a dream than reality.

He fucked me against the marble wall behind the bar again, and then over a bench, until Ronan announced he'd take Silver home and look after her there, as she didn't seem inclined to wake up.

Then, he fucked me inside his friend's coach, which started as highly embarrassing, but by the time he'dwrangled a fifth orgasm from my exhausted limbs, I didn't care. When Ronan dropped us off, with a "have fun," he carried me into the manor, only letting go when we'd reached his room, where he fucked me into his mattress, harder than any other time.

I couldn't even move when I woke up, so I didn't try for long minutes. I was alone in the unfamiliar room, similar to the dungeon, just much larger. Red walls, dark curtains, a red leather sofa, and a metallic four-poster bed.

Zazel found me, and decided to purr on my chest until I was up for a higher level of activity.

"I ought to apologize."