Persephone Alcmedi 00 - Wicked Circle

fingertips was definitely milder with her than it was with the pack women, but it remained an aphrodisiac. His dick couldn’t get any harder. He pressed his swollen groin right against her backside. She rubbed against him.
    As he worked the cleanser through her long, dark hair, his attention caught on a group of bubbles that cascaded seductively down her spine and slid over her hips to his cock. Then Persephone pulled her hair from his grip, turned around, and backed into the shower spray.
    Her expression was intent, mouth slightly open, as she rinsed the shampoo out. He was mesmerized by her, by the water dripping from her nipples. He ached to feel that carnal resonance again. He cupped her breasts.
    She mmmm ed and arched her back. Though the shampoo was gone, she stayed under the spray, arms lifted and hands buried in her wet hair, her body undulating at his touch.
    Yearning made him pull her from under the spray and crush her body against his. She responded by hitching one leg onto his hip. He held her there. He didn’t kiss her, didn’t do anything but stare into her eyes and feel the water sluicing over them, feel the erogenous purring created by their entwined bodies.
    Desire engulfed him. Need consumed him.
    “Come up here,” he said.
    Persephone’s arms slithered behind his neck and she pulled herself up, legs wrapping around him and ankles crossing at the small of his back. As she clung to him, he reached down and positioned his cock to enter her.
    “You want this?” he whispered into her ear.
    “God, yes.”
    On impulse, he asked, “How bad?”
    He felt her straining to maintain the difficult position. Standing-up sex wasn’t easy if he wasn’t supporting her weight by cupping her ass—and just now he wasn’t. “Very bad,” she said. There was a lack of conviction in the words.
    He was aware that he’d scared her before. He’d seen her hesitation at his joining her here now. He had to prove to himself that he could maintain control, but he also needed her to tell him she wanted it. He needed to hear absolution in the wantonness of her voice. In barely more than a whisper, he pleaded, “Tell me.”
    Persephone hauled herself up higher and drew her arms tighter around him. This brought her mouth close to his ear. “I want you,” she said.
    He let the tip slip inside of her. “Louder.”
    “Yes.” He heard her panting at his ear. He felt her arms trembling with the effort of holding herself up. “I want you.”
    He pushed his cock into her and she immediately writhed on him. He withdrew and demanded, “Mean it.”
    Persephone ordered, “Fuck me.”
    He rammed the full length of his cock into her. For all the tenacity of her command, when he gave her that thrust, her squeal and reverent sigh were the telltale signs of a satisfied craving.
    He said, “The rest of the day, you’re gonna know I did.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

    D elightfully sore as promised, I stood in the kitchen making breakfast. I wore Johnny’s shirt and my cotton undies; he wore only his jeans.
    Just as my finger hit the button that set the coffeepot to brewing, Zhan walked into the kitchen with an envelope. My name was beautifully scripted on it. That meant this was from Menessos. “I better get some caffeine in me before I read that.” I set it aside and gathered some mugs from the cabinet.
    Minutes later, as the bacon Johnny was in charge of was sizzling, I carried the envelope to the dinette table, sat on the bench, and opened it.

My Dearest Persephone,
Goliath has returned to the haven. You know where I am.
I have increased the number of guards around you and your home. By the time you read this another Offerling sentinel will have arrived along with six Beholders who will maintain your perimeter. If you have not already done so, you should fortify your magical protections from the ley line.
Even as you read this, I am negotiating for aid.
    —M

    That didn’t make sense because presently he was dead. I put it back into the envelope.
    “Did the vamp impart any pearls of wisdom?” Johnny asked from the stove. He fed Ares a slice of bacon.
    Appreciation of his physique delayed my answer. How can anyone eat bacon and still have defined muscles like that? “He’s sending another bodyguard and more perimeter guards. He has an idea for getting help, but he wasn’t clear about whose help.”
    “Of course not.” He flipped over the slices in the pan. “When will the horde arrive?”
    “They are already