Page 39 of Castor

“Hey.” I nuzzled his neck. “None of that serious shit. I’m in your arms right now, right?”

He nodded.

“What do you plan on doing about it?”

A smile surfaced on his face, and the sight of it made my heart skip a beat. When he kissed me, it was soft. His lips slowly moved on mine as he shifted his weight on top of me and got between my legs. He entered me in one smooth glide, and I groaned at the sudden fullness of him. His fingers intertwined with mine as he started a slow rhythm with his hips, the sheet falling off his ass.

Castor dropped featherlight kisses to my jaw and held both of my arms above my head, our hands linked.

He was right.

I couldn’t get enough.

***

Greece was stunning. Clear blue skies, sunlight, and a temperature that hovered around seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit—it was perfect.

We landed at Athens International Airport and left the jet in one of the private hangars before Alastair called for a car to pick us up. I felt like a celebrity as a black SUV with tinted windows pulled up to the curb, and a guy helped us load our luggage into the trunk. Alastair gave him a hefty tip before grabbing the keys and tossing them to Bellamy.

“You’re driving. I’m tired.”

“Yes, sir.” Bellamy slid into the driver’s seat and waited for the rest of us to get in before pulling away from the curb.

Alastair sat in the passenger’s side and leaned his head back against the seat. The sunglasses made it hard to tell if he was sleeping or not, but after flying a plane for over twelve hours straight, I was sure he’d be zonked out in no time.

The drive from the airport to Piraeus Harbor was around forty minutes. On the way, I stared out the window and breathed in the fresh air spilling into the cab. I sat between Raiden and Castor in the backseat, but it was spacious enough to where we weren’t too crammed together.

“It’s weird being back,” Castor said, staring at the landscape we passed. There was something off about his voice. He didn’t sound like his usual, upbeat self.

“Weird how?”

His green eyes moved to me. “I was born in Athens. Thousands of years have passed since then, but some things are still the same. The atmosphere. The way the sun shines.” Longing filled his voice. Maybe a touch of sadness too. “I never wanted to come back.”

He pulled a golden dagger from his hip and slowly turned it in his hand. I’d seen him messing with it before, but I hadn’t thought much about it. Now I wondered if there was some kind of significance to the blade.

“Why didn’t you want to come back?” I asked.

Castor softly smiled at me before returning his gaze to the window. Fair enough. I hadn’t answered any of his questions earlier either. Some things were better kept secret. At least until you were ready to be open about them.

Ifyou were ever ready.

I had no idea when I’d tell him about my arranged marriage. Would he be upset? Or would he shrug it off, say it was fun while it lasted, and go on his merry way?

The memory of his kiss lingered on my lips, and when I looked down at my hand, I remembered how he’d linked our fingers as he rocked into me. I recalled the soft gleam in his eyes as he’d looked down at me, red hair falling into his face.

“Are we going to a hotel?” Raiden asked, pulling me from my head. “I’ll need lunch soon.”

“You just ate before we left the plane,” Bellamy said.

“I only ate a box of Pop-Tarts. I’m still hungry.”

“I’ll stop in at the next fast-food joint and get you a bag of burgers.”

“Sweet.” Raiden bounced a little in his seat and scrolled through his phone. “It says there’s one less than a mile up the road.”

Once Raiden had his food, we continued toward the hotel. The Piraeus Theoxenia Hotel was within walking distance of the port, and as we reached it and got out of the SUV, the scent of salt water mingled with the gentle breeze.

Castor looked toward the harbor, that forlorn expression still marring his face. I didn’t like it.