Chapter 11 – Cerberus #2
His answer reminds me of my neighbor Soren, and I stubbornly refuse to think about him. Business. Coming here for it isn’t all that strange…
“I guess I never realized this town was in such high demand.”
He shrugs.
After a minute, his voice comes out softly. “I’m sorry. Like I said before, I don’t have a lot of experience with beautiful women, and I get the feeling I’ve said all the wrong things.”
It’s weird how my chest aches when he calls me beautiful. “You didn’t. Honestly, I’m just tired and being a little sensitive. Last night was a weird night. I’m still trying to sort some things out in my head.”
“So you forgive me?”
I take a deep breath. “It’s all forgotten.”
We talk throughout the rest of the meal, and I’m surprised how easy the conversation flows.
He’s explored a lot of new places recently.
So had I. Our travels were interesting and unexpected, and we both found ourselves drawn to quieter places.
He loved the outdoors, just as I did. He also loved to explore and see new things.
It was a shock. Most humans seemed trapped running in circles, but he seemed as eager to experience every inch of this world as I was.
If I wasn’t a hellhound running from Hades, I could imagine a world in which we could travel together. We’d find new small towns to spend time in, then go off to the next place.
It was a nice picture. Even if it was only a fantasy.
When we finish eating, he leans back in his chair, and I feel the air in the room change. It was strange. I thought I’d felt comfortable with Stacy and Kayla quickly, but I feel just as… safe, with this Kage. There’s just something about him.
I tuck my hair behind my ear and rise, feeling awkward. “So what now?”
“Sex?”
I’m so shocked by his response I laugh. “I already told you, you need to go home and rest.”
He moves around the counter and looks down at me. “Does it look like the most important thing on my mind is sleep?”
My breath hitches. “I’ve never had a guy die in the middle of sex, and I won’t have today be the first time.”
He grins. “You must think I’m fragile.”
He’s human, of course he’s fragile, but I don’t say so. “I should take you home.”
His smile falters, and I can practically feel his disappointment radiating off of him. “Okay, but I’m coming back.”
I’m pleasantly surprised by his answer. “You better be.”
And then he leans down and brushes his lips against mine again. Every nerve in my body seems to awaken, and I find myself pulled to him like a force outside of my control. When his lips touch mine again, the pressure is stronger, more certain.
I should pull away from him. I know I should. But I don’t. Instead, I reach up and dig my hand into the back of his hair, pulling him down to me.
The smallest groan tears from his lips, and then he kisses me. Really kisses me.
Everything around me melts away, and our kiss grows more and more intense. When my lips part, his tongue darts inside. Not one to back down, I tangle my tongue with his.
He yanks me hard against his body, and now I’m not imagining the hard erection beneath his little blanket. I want to be bad. To take my hands and shove that blanket down. To pull his deliciously hard cock out and have my way with him.
But then I remember him the night before. His many wounds. The pallor of his skin.
And I pull back from him.
“What?” he asks, panting, trying to tug me back.
I turn my face away, trying to calm my racing heart. “You need to rest.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “I’m never going to sleep again.”
I lick my lips. “What do you want instead?”
“To taste your pussy.”
My gaze jerks to his. “What?”
“Come on.” He takes me by the arm and hauls me back into the bedroom.
I’m shocked when he gently pushes me back on the bed.
“We can’t,” I say.
“You said I was too weak for sex. This isn’t sex. It’s just a little dessert.”
My mouth goes dry. “Dessert?”
He reaches for the edge of my shorts. “Just a little taste. Nothing too… exhausting.”
I’m shaking with need. No man has ever tasted me before.
“It won’t hurt you?”
He grins. “It’ll only hurt me if you make me walk away right now.”
“As long as you don’t strain yourself…”
Leaning back, I’m breathing hard, trying to figure out what the hell is going to happen next. I mean, I know what will happen next, but what if I don’t like it? What if it’s too much?
With gentle hands he slides off my shorts and underwear, then presses gently on my thighs until I spread my legs, letting them fall on both sides of me. Right now I feel so vulnerable. So crazed. I barely know this man, right? So, what am I doing?
Is this how humans work?
He makes a satisfied sound then lowers onto the bed. His hand brushes my mound, and every hair on my body stands on end. When he parts my lower lips with his fingers, my heart’s beating out of control. And then his tongue licks me slowly.
“Fuck!” I say.
“You want me to stop?” he asks, panting each word.
“No.” I’ll lose it if he doesn’t do that again!
This time when he licks me, my entire body jerks, but the feeling isn’t so unexpected.
Closing my eyes, I try to relax as his tongue works magic into my body. Each lick seeming to soothe every muscle in my body. And then, when he presses his lips into me, I gasp, and my hands dig into his hair, drawing him closer.
He makes a pleased sound and then I realize he was holding back. Going slow. But he’s not anymore. He licks, sucks, and presses that hot mouth into me until I’m writhing on the bed. Trembling. So close to coming that I’m almost afraid of the intensity of my desire.
And then he presses two big fingers slowly inside of me.
“Oh hell!” I moan.
Not holding back, I start to ride those delicious fingers of his. Only, that isn’t enough for him. His mouth closes over my clit once more, and an orgasm rocks my body. Rolling through me like thunder. Awakening things inside myself I didn’t know existed.
Pleasure like this… it’s like a drug.
Something I know I’ll need more of, but right now I don’t care.
When I come back to myself, he’s continuing to lick me, to use those big fingers of his to plunge slowly in and out. My muscles spasm. The pleasure he brings me borders on pain. But I get the sense he could lay here forever with me like this.
“Kage,” I whisper.
His mouth pulls back. “Yes, sweets.”
“That’s enough.”
He sighs, then rolls beside me.
We lay like that for several long minutes before I turn to look at him. The erection straining beneath his blanket is out of this world. I long to ride it. To climb onto him and claim it as my own.
But I look at his bandages. That would be too much for him right now.
Yet, I turn onto my side, push up the blankets, and curl my hand around his hard length.
His eyes pop open, and he turns to stare at me with wide eyes. “You don’t have to…”
“Just stay still. Don’t hurt yourself,” I whisper.
Staring down at my hand, it struggles to hold the length of his hard erection. And the size of him? It turns me on.
I think of my past lovers. They were not even half this man’s size. I can’t begin to imagine how it’d feel to have him sliding through my tight channel.
The thought has me pumping him faster. Watching the sheen on the head of his cock. Watching the precum bead his tip.
Unable to help myself, I lean closer and lick his tip.
He groans.
Then I close my lips around him.
He swears as I pump him in and out of my mouth. Letting him brand me as his own. Feeling the way he swells with each stroke.
When my hand moves to his balls, then squeezes them, he gives a strangled cry and comes. I feel aroused at his enjoyment of my touch. I swallow his sweet cum and continue to suck him until he softens in my mouth.
Pulling back, I stare at him.
He looks… overwhelmed. “That was amazing.”
I grin. “Yes, it was.”
“I’ve never wanted to mount a woman so badly in my life.”
Regret moves through me. I feel the same way. And yet, he is only mortal. And his body is fragile, no matter how strong he might appear.
I look back at him, consumed again by his shockingly pale eyes. “Rain check?”
He frowns.
“It means… another time.”
He nods, but doesn’t look any happier. “Another time.”
Rising, I stare down at the big man in my bed.
“I’m going to change,” I say. “And then maybe I can borrow one of my neighbor’s cars, so you don’t have to go through town dressed like that.”
He glances down. “What’s wrong with how I’m dressed?”
For some reason, my lady bits agree. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way he’s dressed.
“I’m going to change,” I say again, hating the raspy quality to my voice.
Then I turn, but not fast enough to fail to catch the knowing looking in his eyes.
Putting on my bra, shirt, underwear, and jeans, I shove my feet into my boots, frowning at my almost bare closet. I need to go around and gather up all my clothes, left all over this town. And find my phone.
Then I turn, trying to avoid his gaze. “Ready?”
“I guess,” he says, sounding anything but ready. “But, I am coming back. I want to see you again.”
His words are both concerning and strangely nice. I can’t get mixed up with a human here. It’s one thing to touch him and to be touched. To feel wanted again. It’s another thing to make him believe we can be anything more.
I lead him out the door, noticing the slightly cracked doorframe from when I kicked it in. I have to really pull on the door to close it. Note to self: fix the door and find my keys.
When I turn around, the door across from mine opens and Soren comes out.
My heart seems to stop. I don’t know why it bothers me so much that the jerk caught me outside with a half-naked man. I didn’t have a chance with him anyway. But for some reason, I feel my cheeks heat.
“Kage?” Soren says, sounding shocked.
I turn to the man beside me. “You know my neighbor?”
He grins. “This is Cerce? The neighbor?”
I look between them. “I don’t understand. You two know each other?”
Soren’s voice holds a chill as he responds. “We’re best friends. And we’re both your new neighbors.”
I have to pick my jaw off the ground. “You live together?”
Soren’s golden eyes flash with rage. “Yes. And we’ve been up all night worried about that asshole beside you. When, apparently, we should’ve just expected he’d jump into bed with the first woman who would spread her legs for him.”
I hit him, and Soren goes down like a bag of potatoes.
As he rises onto his elbows, both men stare at me in shock.
I take a step back, my back hitting my door. Punching a human is dangerous. How the hell did I lose control like that?
“Are you okay?” I ask.
Soren slowly stand, rubbing his cheek. “You have one hell of a right-hook!”
When I realize I didn’t gravely injure or kill the jerk, my anger returns. “Well, you deserved it!”
“For stating the obvious!”
I advance on him, fists at my side. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“I’m sure I don’t,” he leans over me, so close our faces are just inches from each other. “I’m sure you spent the night talking.”
When I taste blood, I realize I’m biting the side of my cheek to keep my anger in check. Not good. Not good at all. And I also notice something else, my hellhound is not only wide awake within me, she’s pissed too.
So, with all the control in the world, I force myself to back down. “You know what I think, Soren? I think you just need to get laid. Too bad for you, I have standards. But don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find some woman in town to help give your right hand a night off.”
Spinning on my heel, I walk right up to Kage and kiss him lightly on the lips. “See you around,” I say sweetly, then head down the stairs.
Neither man calls after me, but then, I’m grateful.
Being Hades’s prisoner was hell, but trying to figure out human men and dating… well, this is not exactly easy either. So I’m going to gather up my clothes and head to the Animal Hospital. Hopefully by then I’ll know what the heck to do next.