EMMA

Forbidden fruit or not, I am starving, and he is delicious. I sink into the heat of him, letting him take control. At some moment as I sat there and he dried my hair, the words I said to Aislin echoed back at me. I deserved to find happiness after everything. He feels like happiness, like a haven from the storm. His hands move from my waist to my ass, lifting me even higher, and my legs wrap around him. I am extremely aware of my nakedness as my core presses into the cold of his wet clothes. His brown eyes darken as my heat seeps into him.

Some part of my brain whispers that I don't know him, that I've hardly even spoken to him. But my soul cries out for him, reaching for something I can't understand. I stiffen for a second, wondering if someone messed with my mind again. He pulls away, panting. Fuck that's sexy.

"Are you alright?" His concern stamps out my worry. I hear Aislin's voice in my head "jump".

Pulling his mouth back to mine, I free fall. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, and I nip at it. A growl rumbles up through his chest, and I grin against his lips. Yes, my beastie likes me very much. We kissed for what seems like hours, but languorously, I feel him lower me to the floor. He smiles at my look before moving his hands from my ass to his shirt button. I swallow as he undoes them, sliding his shirt off. He stands before me, and I wonder if I'm drooling.

He had the vee, oh sweet baby Jesus, the vee. Turning, he threw his shirt across the vanity and I gaped. How could I not? He has the perfect back, muscles running down the sides of his spine and two little divots right at the top of his low slung pants. I can tell just by looking that his ass is perfection, solid grippable muscle. The kind of ass you can sink your nails into. It takes me a few seconds to realize he turned back around and I'm staring at his crotch. I look up lazily, savoring the trip to his face.

Da Vinci's man pops into my head. Perfection. I have a moment of self doubt until I reach his eyes, which are glowing with lust. He raises an eyebrow and looks down at my hands. I glance down and giggle when I see that my fingers have curved in at the thought of his delectable ass. I gradually relax them, raising them to curve into the skin on his chest. I felt powerful at his sharp intake of breath. I reveled in the heat of his hands as they did the very thing I had just fantasized about, his blunt nails curving into my ass, lifting me. The towel feels heavy against my skin. I shiver when he sets me on the cold marble counter.

He shifts between my knees, spreading them wide. His long fingers slide up my arms , along my collarbone, and over my chest until they reach where the towel is tucked. I hold my breath as he pauses, looking at my face.

"I want you so badly I can taste it. If we do this, there's no going back." His voice is deep and smooth, like a Werther's candy. God, I fucking love those candies. I can eat a whole bag like it was nothing. I push his hand out of the way and finger at the towel, watching his pupils dilate. This power is addictive. He locks eyes with me, and what I see there ignites a fire in me. I pull the towel apart and let it fall, pooling around my hips. I bite my lip at the look on his face. It is carnal. I smile. The beast plans on devouring me, and I open my arms, welcoming him.

His hand slides over my skin, fingers dancing over the freckles scattered on my chest. I'm panting and he's done nothing yet. His flattened palm slides down over my breast and stops, his heat seeping into me. My nipples tighten in anticipation. Slowly he kneads. He plucks at the peaks, gently at first, and my head falls back. His mouth finds the sensitive part of my neck, right below my ears, and I shiver. His fingers pinch just a bit harder, and I can't stop my back from arching.

Nine Inch Nails ‘Closer’ starts playing in my head. I pull him closer with my heels. He bites at my neck, and I groan. I trail my hands down his chest, marveling at the washboard rippling under my touch. My fingers trace the vee that makes us girls stupid. I glance down at the trail of dark hair that disappears into his jeans. Running a nail along it, I pause at the button before undoing it. His forehead comes up and rests on mine, his gaze going deliberately down my body until I feel the heat of it on my core. I push at the waist of his pants, wanting to see him. He steps back. My eyes lock on his hands as he lowers the zipper and slides the pants over his hips. His muscles ripple, and I swallow, gaping at what just sprung free. Oh my. His chuckle mortifies me as I look back at his face. I imagine I look like some cartoon character with my mouth hanging open. I peek back down and my face flushes. I'm obviously no virgin, but damn, he is... Mouthwatering. My hand has a mind of its own, and I like the way it is thinking. I drift toward him until his hand shackles my wrist. That breaks the spell, and I jerk my gaze to his smiling face.

"Not yet. I have had your scent tantalizing me for weeks now."

Huh, what? My scent? "I'm sorry, what?" I ask.

"You smell of jasmine and musk, like dark humid nights in a rainforest. I first smelled it in Scotland when I started tracking you, and it has haunted me every moment since. I plan to see if you taste as good as you smell." His voice is harsh with his lust.

My skin flushes with the image his words evoke. "Yes." I don't realize I spoke out loud until he grins, a very wolfish grin, sinking to his knees. His stubble slides over my inner thigh and goosebumps break out over my skin. He bites down on the top of my mound, and I lean back against the mirror, my fingers finding his hair. Warm breath blows over my center, and I tense in need. I get wetter as he runs one finger through my folds.

I hear panting and realize it is me. My fingers tighten in his hair as his tongue flicks out. His moan is my undoing; I am lost. The next second his fingers are gripping my ass, pulling me closer, and his mouth is devouring me, tongue thrusting, lapping and teeth nipping. I am climbing higher and higher. Spots dancing into my vision. I'm close already. So close, I'm climbing, spinning, flying. I open my eyes and look down. It is the look on his face that forces my orgasm from me. He growls and it vibrates through me, and I shudder. I can't catch my breath. I pull at his hair, wanting him in me, chanting his name. I am lost.

"JASON!" A deep voice jerks me from my ecstasy. His head falls against my pussy and I hear a growled “fuck” before he pushes to his feet.

I grab the towel and wrap it around quickly in case Hades decides to come on in. I should be mortified, but instead, I'm pissed.

"What the fuck do you want?" Jason yells through the door, moving to block it just in case. I grin at him as he gingerly tucks himself back in his pants. Mouthing ‘sorry’, I slide off the counter and walk to him. Pulling his head down, I kiss him, kissing him until his hands are hard on me again. We both forget about the god on the other side of the door.

"I need to speak to Emma." His voice holds a bit of humor, I think, and I widen my eyes at Jason.

"Just a moment. I was just taking a shower. Let me get dressed." I make my voice sugary sweet. He mumbles something about some shower, and Jason and I grin at each other. I glance around and see a closet, praying whoever made this room made me some clothes too. Opening the door, I gape.

"Perséphone." Jason's voice is right behind me, and I lean back into his heat.

"He'll break the door down, right?" He nods into my hair, breathing deep. "Shit." His arms come around me, hugging me tight.

"Dress. I promise I'll get you out of here." He sounds so sure. I wish I felt the same way. I pull out a very expensive pair of black leather pants, they are like butter going on, and then pull a royal blue fitted sweater. No underwear. I turn, and his eyes are flashing red.

"What is it?" He draws in a deep breath, holding it for a moment, before crossing to pull out a pair of bright green flats. He kneels before me, sliding them on my feet. For a moment, I'm embarrassed at how beat up my dancer's feet are, but he rubs his thumb along the arch and I forget.

"He doesn't like the no underwear. Or maybe he likes it too much. He is fighting me." A growl tears up his throat, and I feel it vibrate over my skins.

"Beastie. Don't you realize I am yours. I am his and yours. You both belong to me." My hand cups his cheek and I gaze up into those red eyes, lost in them for a moment. I wonder if I've said too much when he just stares at me. Pounding on the door jerks me back to the room. Jason strides to the door, jerking it open, and a deep growl rings out in the room, one I haven't heard since the temple. I walk to his side and run my hand down his back, calming him. All the while, I stare into Hades’ blue eyes. Let him look, let him observe.

"I'd like for you to come with me, Emma. I'd like to ask you some questions." Jason tenses beside me. Neither he nor his beast like that idea. I place my hand on his chest and look up at him, drawing his gaze.

"It'll be fine. I'll be fine," I whisper.

"Of course, she will." Hades looks confused at Jason's concern. He waves his hand toward the door. "We'll be in my office."

"You mean your throne room," Jason calls out.

I look back at him and smirk; he sounds a bit like a little boy in that moment, mad at his dad.