Page 36 of Caged in Desire
“One more thing,” Eryx said as he finished buckling his belt, a glint of something proprietary in his rich, brown eyes.
He stepped forward. Reaching out, his fingertips traced the dips and curves of my body, slipping two fingers between my thighs, and he collected a mixture of our releases. “Look how fucking pretty you are with my seed dripping from this hot little body of yours.”
My oversensitivity threatened to consume me all over again at his touch.
Using the fluids like paint, he smeared a single line down the center of my throat, stopping at the hollow between my collarbones. Collecting more of his spend, this time his digits invaded my oversensitive cunt to retrieve it. Withdrawing his fingers, he continued his artwork on my body. On either side of the vertical line, he drew mirror images of the letter “C”,completing his mark.
“There. Now, you have the mark of discord. It’ll be a reminder of how much control you have over a god who has existed in chaos for far too long,” he said with something sacred and proud in his tone.
He closed the distance between us, an arm snakingaround my waist as his tongue traced the lines he had painted on my skin. My head automatically tipped back to allow him space as my hands held onto the strength of his biceps to steady myself.
My eyes fluttered closed, and the sensation of his mouth left a trail of heat as he sealed his mark on me.
“Private party?” An unfamiliar voice floated through the air from behind Eryx.
I jolted in Eryx’s arms, my head snapping upright as my eyes popped open in alarm. Eryx’s reaction was far more subdued. He squeezed my waist with reassurance before straightening up.
He turned his head to peer over his shoulder at the unfamiliar man standing at the edge of the ruins.After Eryx released me, he turned to face the man, standing partially in front of me. I smoothed my dress back into place, self-conscious of my freshly fucked state.
“Metheus,” Eryx greeted him. Therewasn’tany malice in his tone, just a hint of something unexpected.
Stepping forward, my hand came to rest on Eryx’s lower back, still staying close to his side. Observing the man, he stood at ease with his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his khakis. His ash brown hair had highlights of a shade between orange and red hidden in the mussed-up strands that stopped just above his shoulders.
“Still Eryxander the Great, I see.”Metheuswinked at me with some inside doublemeaning behind those words as hedidn’tbother to hide how his gaze wandered over myfigure.
There was a force surrounding this man, not built like a warrior but of someone who had endured trials and battles.
Eryx vibrated with an energy that I had never felt coming from him before. It resembledcautiousrestraint mixed with an aching longing.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he admitted, making no move to leave my side.
Metheusstepped into the former sanctuary, walking with nonchalance as though he was just here to admire the scenery. He paused, taking a second to flick a pebble off one of the collapsed columns.
“It’s my job to see things, and let’s just say… I’ve been enjoying the view.” He smirked to himself.
Making his way around several more weathered stones, he came to stand before Eryx. When he looked at Eryx, there was something in his mossy green eyes that hinted at deeply rooted affection.
The two men stared at one another, power rolling offboth of themin breathtaking waves. A god and… a titan?
Clamping a hand on the side of Eryx’s neck in an anchored greeting suggested an intimate history between the two of them.Metheusspoke with quiet reverence. “Miss me?”
I looked up at Eryx’s face, the tick of his jaw betraying the conflict beneath the surface of his neutral expression. Instead of responding to the question, he cleared histhroat, glancing down at me, “Charlee, Prometheus.Metheus, this is myHeartsp?—"
“I know who she is,” he interjected. Then, he shifted his attention to me with a charming smile. “I have to admit, I’d let you bind me in chains any day, sweetheart.”
The three of us stood there in a charged moment on the cusp of something greater and unknown. It left me begging one question that I had never quite considered before.
What were the chances of three divine hearts coming together, threaded together in impossible tangles, and synced to beat in an unprecedented Triple-Tap?
Guess we’d see.
The End.
