Electric Idol (Dark Olympus Book 2)

This woman is going to kill me. I’m trying so fucking hard to respect the boundaries she put in place, to play this slow until I can seduce her the way she deserves, can prove to her that she has nothing to fear from me, and Psyche is over here, playing her tongue along my cock, her hazel eyes flaring in a challenge it takes everything I have not to meet.

For a woman who claims we only feel desire for each other as a side effect of stress, she certainly watches me like she wants me to drag her up my body and fuck her until neither of us can walk right.

Again.

I don’t wrap her hair around my fist the way I want to. I can’t trust myself right now. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“We’ve already established that on multiple levels.” She gives me a slow smile and drags the head of my cock over her full lips. The softest touch that has me fighting not to come on the spot.

“Psyche.” I can’t keep the warning from my tone. Can’t keep the growl out, either.

Her only response is to part her lips and swallow me down. Gods, I might be destined for Tartarus, but the pure pleasure in this moment makes it almost worth it. Who cares what the afterlife brings when I’m being treated to this slice of perfection right now?

Psyche doesn’t let me sink into the moment. She releases me and flicks her tongue against the sensitive spot at the head of my cock. She’s watching me so closely, I can’t shake the feeling that she’s trying to provoke me.

I want her to. Fuck, I’m enjoying my time with her more than I could have dreamed. She challenges me at every turn, and I didn’t anticipate how much I’d come to crave that.

But I promised. “Either suck my cock properly or I’m going to do something we both regret.”

“That would be a shame.” She holds my gaze as she drags her tongue down my length like she’s licking a melting ice cream cone. “Such a shame if you lost control.”

She doesn’t know what she’s asking for.

I don’t know if I can resist giving it to her despite that.

I move slowly, giving her plenty of time to react, and wrap my fist around the long length of her hair. “Last chance.”

She flicks her tongue against my balls and I lose it. I drag her up my body. Too rough. Too fucking rough. Not that Psyche seems to care. She practically throws herself at my mouth, kissing me with none of the teasing she exhibited during that blow job.

I roll, toppling her back to the bed, and thrust against her. Some dark part of me wants to take her up on the invitation of her lifted hips, her thighs spreading to welcome me. It would be the most natural thing in the world to slip inside her now, to fuck her without anything between us.

Stop.

I manage to muscle down the desire, but only barely. “Do not move.”

“Better hurry then.” She slides a hand between our bodies and wraps her fist around my cock. “I’m needy.”

Shock stills me. I hold perfectly still as she rubs her pussy against my length. The woman is playing chicken with my control. “Psyche.”

She shivers. “I really, really like it when you say my name like that.”

“You wouldn’t if you recognized what it meant.” I lower myself onto her, letting my weight pin her in place and keep either of us from doing something unforgivably reckless. Gods, she feels good. Arching and straining and writhing against me. I have to close my eyes to focus. “If you knew what I wanted—”

“Tell me.” The sheer need in her voice shreds my control. I can feel it snapping, thread by thread. Her next words only make it worse. “Tell me you’re spinning out just as much as I am. Tell me I’m not in the depths alone.”

I can’t deny the thread of fear in her voice, can’t stop myself from wanting to assuage it even if it means I scare her in different ways. I curse. “I want to fuck you bare.” Damn it, what am I saying? It’s too much, too intense. Not that it matters. I can’t fucking stop. “I want to tie you to my bed and help myself to every bit of you on my whim. To tease you and fuck you and make you come until you know exactly who you belong to.”

She inhales harshly. “I belong to myself.”

I know that. It’s part of what makes her so unforgivably attractive to me. Just one of the many puzzle pieces that come together to form this woman who I can’t get enough of. “You didn’t ask me for the truth. You asked what I want.”

She turns her face to my neck and kisses my throat. “Get a condom, Eros.”

A condom. Right. Because I cannot, under any circumstances, fuck her bare. Not like this, not without a very clear conversation beforehand. One that I’ve never had before, never needed.

What the fuck is happening to me?

I’m spinning out just as badly as she is. I’m in the depths beside her.

It takes more effort than it should to move away enough to grab the condoms from the top drawer of the nightstand. To stop touching her long enough to tear open the wrapper and roll the condom on.

Psyche doesn’t wait for me. She grips my cock and guides it to her entrance. I fight to hold still, to let her guide this, and the effort has me shaking. Psyche, the little asshole, knows it. She keeps hold of me, dipping the head of my cock into her pussy again and again, but never letting me sink more than an inch into her.

“Tease,” I growl.

She’s breathing just as hard as I am, shaking just as hard as I am. Her hazel eyes hold a challenge I feel right down to my very soul. “Do something about it.”

My leash snaps.

I move back onto my knees and grab her wrists, shifting them to one of my hands and shoving them up over her head. She presses against my hold as if she can’t help herself, and her lips part in a moan. “Yes, like that.”

I’m fighting a losing battle. I want this woman too desperately to do this properly. I haven’t actually managed to maintain enough control to seduce her the way she deserves. I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck until my presence is tattooed on every inch of her body. I settle between her legs. “You want me to get rough with you, Psyche? Fuck you like a godsdamned monster?”

She shivers harder. “Yes.”

I notch my cock at her entrance. She’s soaked and ready for me, but I still have to slow down enough to work my full length into her. It’s only when I’m seated deep inside her that I manage to keep talking. “I think you’re a little liar.”

“What?” She tries to free her hands, but I’m having none of it. If she grabs my ass like she did last night, sinking her nails in, this will all be over far too soon.

I nip her earlobe. “You might belong to yourself, but I think the same dirty little part of you that wants me to fuck you hard also wants me to claim you.” I slide slowly out of her and then back in, teasing. “I think you want me to remind this pussy who it belongs to.”

“It’s temporary.” She might be trying to sound assertive, but it almost comes out as a question.

“Temporary or not, you’re mine, Psyche.” I use my hold on her wrists to leverage myself up a little, pressing them hard to the mattress. “Do you want to see how I fuck someone who’s mine?”

“Yes,” she moans.

I don’t ask again. I loop one arm under her thigh and open her wider for me. And then I hold her down and fuck her. There’s no finesse. No seduction. It’s pure animal instinct, the desire to claim, the need to make her mine in a way I’ve never made anyone mine. Not once.

I release one of her wrists. “Touch your clit. Make yourself come.”

“I’m already halfway there.” But she does exactly as I command, sliding her hand down her soft stomach to circle her clit.

I slow down just enough that I can watch myself slide in and out of her, witness this claiming in the most archaic of ways. Maybe I’ll regret this later and I’ll want to take it all back. But right now, the only thing I desire is to feel Psyche’s pussy clenching around my cock as she comes.

She doesn’t make me wait long.

Her back bows and she nearly dislodges my grip on her wrist as she orgasms. I don’t break stride. I drop down onto her, rutting away even as unforgivable words spill out of me. Needing to reassure her with my body in a way she’ll never allow me to reassure her with my words alone. “Do you feel that, Psyche? I’m the one who makes you feel that way. I’ll do it again, whenever you need me. Again and again and again.” Forever.

At least I keep the last bit internal. Barely.

I come hard, grinding into her as I milk every last bit of pleasure. Too good. It’s too damn good with this woman. It’s never been like this with anyone else—man, woman, nonbinary. I’ve had partners aplenty and it’s always been fun and mutually satisfactory. I’ve never had a problem keeping my leash in place.

Sex is great. It’s always been great. But with Psyche, it feels like the axis of my world has shifted. I don’t like it. If I were smarter, I’d call this whole thing off and ship this woman out of Olympus. Triton is someone who knows how to pull that off. He owes me a few favors, and I’d have to call in every single one of them in order to book passage. It’s not an easy ask, but it’s the best way to ensure Psyche’s safety and get her as far away from me as possible.

If she stays here, stays with me, I can’t shake the feeling that I’ll smother her kind heart in a way she’ll never recover from.

But as she stretches next to me and makes a little contented noise, I already know I’m not going to send her away. I’m too fucking selfish.

Psyche is mine.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

I manage to drag myself off her long enough to dispose of the condom. I make it quick because I’m not about to leave this bed before we absolutely have to. Thankfully, I fucked Psyche damn near comatose. She rolls slowly to face me as I climb back into bed. “I have a question.”

Okay, she’s not comatose. I barely manage to resist the urge to kiss her and derail whatever her question is. The truth is that I kind of want to know. “Yes?”

Her gaze trails down my chest before she drags it back to my face. “Is it always like this with you?”

I relax down next to her. “Is what always like this?” I know exactly what she’s asking, but I want to hear her say it, to put voice to something I’m barely ready to admit to myself.

We’re spinning out and in the depths together.

“Don’t play coy, Eros. It doesn’t suit you.” Her lips quirk, which only serves to remind me what they were doing not too long ago. “This. Sex. Is it always like this with you?”

“I’m going to need you to be more specific.”

“No, you aren’t. You’re just fishing for compliments.” She reaches out as if she can’t quite help herself and tugs on one of my curls. Finally, she says, “Is it always so intense? So…overwhelming?”

No. It’s never like this. “You’re saying sex hasn’t been like this before for you?”

She looks away and I allow it. I’m feeling pretty fucking vulnerable all of a sudden, too. Psyche shakes her head. “No, it’s not like this with other people. It hasn’t been bad or anything, just different.”

A part of me wants to shy away from admitting it’s the same for me, but the larger part wants to use this knowledge to bind us together even tighter. I press one finger to her chin, guiding her face back to me. “It hasn’t been like this for me, either.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I won’t. I promise. We lie to other people, but not to each other. Not going forward.” I hesitate, but the vulnerability in her eyes draws forth the truth. “I seduce, Psyche. I’m actually quite good at it when I’m so inclined. I never lose control enough to be overwhelming. Not with anyone but you.”

“Oh.”

I give her a mock frown. “Oh? That’s all you have to say?”

She trails her fingers up my arm and back down again. “Eros?”

“Yeah?”

“We haven’t left the bed yet.”

I grin and press her back against the mattress. “We sure as fuck haven’t.”