Electric Idol (Dark Olympus #2)(58)

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.”