I needed this orgasm like I needed my next breath of air.
“I got you, love.”
As soon as the word love left his lips, he buried his face between my legs and sucked my clit into his mouth. I screamed his name. He didn’t stop, tasting me like he wanted to live there and never leave. His movements slowed as I breathed embarrassingly loud, and just when I thought he was done, his tongue swirled around my most sensitive spot again, at just the right pressure, and everything spun out of control as orgasm number two hit.
Cronus was too fucking good at that. His tongue … pretty sure there should be sonnets written about it. Like, angels from the heaven singing the tale of this god and his fucking ability to wring multiple orgasms from a woman.
“I want more,” I moaned, reaching for him.
Cronus lifted me, and in one swift movement positioned me on the bed beneath him. His fingers slid across the wetness between my legs, and I wondered if I’d ever been this horny before. #AnyoneKnowTheNumberForSexAddictsAnonymous
Opening my legs further, I didn’t even flinch as his monster came into view. The tip slid in just an inch, before he pulled it out again, and I wanted to scream when it slid in a second time, still only an inch or so.
No doubt at his size this was to prep me better, but fuck, it felt like I was going to die if he didn’t get inside me. I was almost certain I could handle his big dick energy straight up. Right?
He did it again, another inch this time, and reaching out, I dug my nails into his shoulders, eyes closed. “Please, Cronus,” I begged.
“Slowly, love,” he replied, voice strained. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
We had a choice to make: vagina damage versus therapy if I lost my fucking mind over the torture.
Damn him trying to be a good guy when all I wanted was him to rough me up a little.
The next time he slid inside, I braced myself and thrust my pelvis up, the entire delicious length sliding until we were fully together. Cronus’ groan matched my own, and then the devious light I’d wanted came into his eyes.
There was my naughty Titan.
He kissed me hard, and this time when he moved there was no caution about it. The first thrust slid me along the bed, but it didn’t hurt. My body was more than ready for him. Whimpering, begging sounds fell from my lips as he drove that powerful body into me and I felt the next orgasm building.
#HowManyIsThat #BreakingRecords
We kissed the entire time. Cronus was so thorough in loving me. No one could ever compare to him. Not even if I searched for a thousand lifetimes.
I’d been forcing myself to hold back on the orgasm, wanting to come with him, but Cronus had other plans. Slipping his hand between us, he ran a finger over me, through the wetness there, and I knew I was going to explode soon.
Our kiss broke off as I gasped, and he lowered his head to take my right nipple into his mouth. The second his tongue caressed the stiff peak, the powerful swirl of an orgasm raced through me, and as much as I had tried to prolong the pleasure, I couldn’t.
“Cronus,” I screamed, everything shattering to the point that I swore I saw stars behind my closed eyelids. Mere seconds later, he followed me, my name on his lips as he came hard.
We remained joined for a few moments, our breathing heavy at first, until eventually it calmed. When he finally slid away from my body, I ached at the loss.
“I didn’t hurt you, right?” he said, running his gaze over me.
I shook my head. “You didn’t hurt me or the baby. We’re both fine.”
As if to prove my point, she kicked me hard, and I was grateful that she’d waited until after the sex to do that. #NoNeedToMakeItWeirdRight #PregnantSexIsFine #AllFine
Lying back in Cronus’ arms, I trailed a finger across his bare chest, deciding that I was too exhausted to shower yet, despite the mess he’d left. “So, what’s your idea for Zeus?”
He was silent a moment. “I’m going to play off of his ego and love of power.”
“How do you mean?”
Cronus’ eyes grew dark, jaw set. “I’m going back to our roots. I’m going to challenge him to a game. The winner gets the sins and the box.”
“Like the Greek games? The Olympics?” I was trying to remember my mythology now.
For a moment I imagined Cronus and Zeus engaging in a running match and nearly burst into laughter.
“No.” His voice was stone cold. “Something much more sinister. Winner takes all. We just have to ensure that whatever way it plays out, there’s no real room for him to cheat and lie. His honor is nonexistent.”
Understatement of the year.
Chapter 8
“We will split into two teams!” Cronus told the Titans, who had all gathered back on the beach the following morning. “Gods against Titans. Winner gets the box and the sins.”
Okeanos nodded. “How do we know Zeus will keep his word?”
“This is the part I needed to think about,” Cronus said, turning to take them all in. “Because we know that bastard is shady as fuck.”
#ITaughtHimThat
“But I believe with the right blood oath between Zeus and I, enacted by Narida, who will judge and oversee the competition, we should be fairly safe.”
We weren’t exactly on one-hundred-percent trusting terms with Narida, but she was probably the only one with enough power to really ensure a fair fight, so we would have to hope Zeus hadn’t gotten to her first for a double double-cross.
“Why don’t we just take the box and sins from Zeus and then kill him!” Koios suggested, sounding annoyed. “We have the power.”
Cronus almost looked pained when he shook his head. “As much as I would love to do that, there are two risks involved. One, we can’t randomly kill all the gods or we’ll have a massive power imbalance that might end the world. And two, we might free the sins again. This is a controlled manner where he will give them to us willingly, no battle, and we can keep them from accidently being released. After the sins are secured, I’ll kill Zeus. His single death should not be too much for the balance.”
I looked for a sign that Rhea might fight him on that and try to save her precious Zeus. She seemed to go back and forth on hating or saving him, depending on her mood. Today she wasn’t on “Team Zeus,” and simply nodded. Maybe she was finally realizing he was too far down the dark path to be saved. Eternity in the underworld might not even make him see clearly, but without these measures, Earth and every human life would be lost to Zeus and the sins he carried. Not even his mother loved him enough to allow that to happen.
“What do you need from us, brother?” Hyperion asked.
Cronus gave him his full attention. “Find me a patch of vacant land to hold the competition at. We need a lot of space and no chance of being spied on. Maisey and I will visit Narida and get her to agree to oversee the match. Then we send out invitations to Zeus and tell him to pick eleven gods.”
Hyperion nodded, not looking worried.
“Meet back here in an hour,” Cronus told everyone else, and then reached out to grasp my hand.
We popped away and landed in a place I recognized: Narida’s beach in Greece.
Her last beachside hut burned down at Zeus’ hand, so she had a new abode, this one impressively beautiful, even from the outside. The last one hadn’t been attractive at all until you made it into her inner sanctum. Guess she was done hiding now.