Page 36 of Queen of the Wicked (Afterlife #1)

Their connection flared to life, humming with contentment for the second time that day.

The Lord of Hell didn’t know what to do with himself as he flicked his eyes to his lap, where her thighs were straddling his, before meeting her gaze again.

Finally, he dipped his chin in agreement.

“I’m learning that your opinion is the only one that matters, Alessia. ”

With no red aura to detect, she couldn’t control herself any longer.

Her lips pressed against his with enough force to make him shoot a hand behind him to support his weight on the rock.

His free hand gripped her hip, elongating his body as an offering for hers to do whatever she pleased, but not before cursing against her mouth and reattaching his lips to hers.

This was her first kiss, but Alessia didn’t feel self-conscious. How could she when Erebos devoured her whole, slipping his tongue inside her mouth like he couldn’t get enough? His lips seemed made for hers, a comfort that she didn’t expect to occur during what was meant to be an awkward encounter.

The scent of cherries was almost overwhelming, but Alessia inhaled it like she’d never get the chance to smell it again. It was intoxicating. Earth-shattering. Mind-blowing.

She sent her smoke to travel between their bodies, lapping against his t-shirt to feel the hard planes of muscle beneath.

Her hands tugged at the curls on the nape of his neck, dragging her against him as if to pull him closer.

They were already glued to each other, but it didn’t feel like it was hardly enough.

Alessia wanted more.

“Shit,” he panted when she used her smoke to bunch his t-shirt to his neck. He hung his head back, eyes screwed tight. The same scars marred his chest, a reflection of all the trauma he had endured, and all Alessia wanted to do was make him forget every single one.

She ran her fingertips along the trail of hair above the waistband of his trousers, gasping when she moved her hips to find what settled between them. He already told her demons had big cocks, but this …

Well, she supposed she’d never seen a cock in person before, only those depicted in paintings and books, but they surely weren’t this large.

“All for you,” he said, drawing her away from her thoughts. “No one but you.”

Covered in blood, dirt, and venom, she shouldn’t feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, but Erebos had a way of making her forget how terrible she looked. He gazed upon her like one would a goddess. Like he was seconds away from worshipping her if only she asked.

“It’s not—” She moaned against his mouth in frustration. “It’s not enough.”

“I know.” He nodded eagerly, cursing when she began to dry hump him to gain more friction. It did nothing to ease the ache between her thighs. “I’m trying to be a gentleman about this and allow you to tell me what it is you want, but?—”

“Don’t,” she pleaded. After all, she didn’t know what she wanted when she had little experience, but she wanted to learn. “Please don’t be a gentleman right now.”

“Thank fuck.” As if a tether had snapped, Erebos growled his appreciation and returned the favor by shoving her tunic to her neck.

He made quick work of the band that concealed her breasts, his eyes softening at the sight of her pebbled nipples.

“I’m going to destroy you in all the ways that matter, Little Mortal. ”

“ Please ,” she begged.

Following orders, his hand slipped between them to shove into his trousers, fumbling as he tried to gain his bearings.

She tipped her head back in pleasure when he darted his tongue out to lick her nipple, slurping on the hardened bud.

“You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this,” he groaned.

“No idea how long thoughts of you have consumed my every waking breath.”

“Erebos.” It wasn’t enough. She was everything but nothing all at once, right on the precipice of pleasure, seconds from teetering over the edge, yet nowhere near it. It was infuriating.

“Moan my name like that again,” he ordered. “Let me hear you beg for it, Alessia.”

Take.

Take.

Take.

The word repeated itself on a loop in her mind, and she was seconds from slipping her hand into his pants to take his cock out herself when there was suddenly a clearing of a throat behind them.

Cheeks aflame, Alessia snatched the band for her breasts and held it to her chest, even though it was only her back on display for either Eryx or Izara.

“Go. Away,” Erebos ordered with a lethal bite to his tone.

“Apologies for interrupting, but I was sent to retrieve you to bring you back to the campsite for the night.” Eryx’s voice lacked its usual casualness, lingering with that bitter bite from earlier.

“Leave us,” Erebos repeated.

“It is a rather far journey?—”

“It’s okay.” Quickly securing the band back into place, Alessia pulled her tunic down and shifted on his lap so he could do the same with his t-shirt.

She didn’t want to anger the general any more than he already was, and getting to the campsite in one piece was more important than getting distracted by lust, despite what her hormones tried to tell her.

Erebos muttered something beneath his breath before rising to his feet and taking her with him.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, grinding against something that was very much still wide awake and ready to go.

It had her body protesting to continue where they left off, but with a lot more at stake than having an orgasm, she decided it would be best to save it for another time.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, Little Mortal,” he whispered into her ear. “I was only getting started.”