Chapter Twenty

Thanatos had a boner.

It was quite an impressive one from what I could tell, and he was making it extremely difficult to pay attention to anything else.

We had the movie playing as nothing but background noise. I don’t think he was paying attention to it either. All I feel is his wing and arm around me. Our breathing is nearly in sync with one another, and I swear I could feel those eyes burning the side of my face.

He shifted the pillow from his lap to his side.

Thanatos is trying to hide his erection, but it”s not working. He’s trying to play it cool, casual, but he is failing miserably.

I find it cute.

Thanatos reminded me of one of the newbies at Fuzzy Bunnies. Some big hot shots bring in the new guys who have never been to a strip club. They bring in one of the interns, the bottom of the pack, who desperately wants to fit in and would do anything to do so, even if it means cheating on the Mrs.

The poor interns try to hide their erections at first, but you know, erections are just part of nature. Men get aroused, sometimes at the most inappropriate times. It’s just the way the blood flows to keep the dick working.

I’m guessing Thanatos doesn’t get erections very much because he doesn’t look mildly uncomfortable. He looks like he has never had one in his life.

He’s reached for popcorn and drank out of his drink more times in the past twenty minutes than I can count.

My little death god was more than happy to cuddle, but I don’t think he was ready for the ramifications of a woman’s body next to him. Not that I was any better. My panties were soaked and my shorts and tank top set weren’t doing much to hide it.

The giant blanket hoodie was doing nothing to hide the heat of his body, either.

Why didn’t I decide to go with something with more cover?

That’s right, because we are in the Underworld, and I don’t think anyone knows what air conditioning is.

“What was that?” Thanatos leaned forward.

I turned my head to him and smile. “I said, it’s kinda warm in here. I think I’m going to take this off.”

I took .3 seconds to make a decision that would change our dynamic forever. I was going to make the first move. This tension couldn’t last any longer.

I leaned forward and took off the thick blanket hoodie. I sat on my knees and leaned back into his chest and cuddled into him. He froze, his hands hovering over my body.

“We talked about this, Thanatos,” I sighed. “Cuddling involves touching.”

I heard him swallow, and I bit back the giggle that was hovering over my lips.

He relaxed, only slightly, back into the couch and continued to “watch” the movie.

As it continued, more devilish ideas entered my mind. He didn’t correct me earlier that this wasn’t a date, plus he’s cuddling with me. He was actually cuddling with me. Plus, the boner was a dead giveaway he wanted something else. Not unless he took a little blue pill for gods.

I raised my hand over his chest and rubbed his sculpted chest. He stops breathing and I look up at him. “Is this okay?” I give him a playful smirk.

If he nods, the only way I know is because his hood moves.

We remained in that position, our bodies intertwined, as time slipped by. Gradually, I shifted closer to him, melding our forms together, feeling the heat radiating between us. I rested my hand on his stomach and slowly I glided up his chest. My fingertips traced the contours of his muscles, which lets my imagination run wild. The soft brush of his breath against my skin heightens my arousal. With a delicate touch, my hand ventured up and around his shoulder, exploring the tingles that leave in its wake.

Thanatos barely moved. He won’t even look at me. I bit my bottom lip, trying hard not to laugh at his damn nervousness.

“What do you think?” I asked him, my fingers rubbed the side of his head over his hood.

Thanatos stuttered, his hand flexing on the pillow that hasn’t moved since I’ve plastered my body against him. “The movie is great, lots of magic and stuff.”

And stuff?

I laughed and rubbed my nose against his ear covered by the hood. “No, I mean, me being this close to you?”

Crap, this was bold. I didn’t know if I was doing it because of my pussy being drenched seeing those enormous hands clutching the pillow or the fact that I haven’t had a proper orgasm in years.

Can’t really have privacy living in a strip club.

“It-it’s fine. However, you are comfortable.” His graveled, shaky voice made my pussy flutter.

Was he playing hard to get? I’ve never had to work this hard, even for tips.

I closed my eyes and brushed my nose closer to his covered collar bone. “What about if I touched your bare neck?” I nipped at his robe. “I promise to keep my eyes closed,” I whispered.

This is it. Will he let me touch him? I’m not asking to see him, but just a touch, a tiny touch?

He cleared his throat. “Alright.”

Score.

I closed my eyes, feeling the soft fabric of the hood enveloping my head. In the silence, I could hear his breath, a gentle exhale, as my lips brushed against the warm skin of his neck.

“Juniper,” he gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Touching your neck?” I giggled and kissed and nipped at his skin.

I took this time to straddle his waist; the motion knocking away the pillow around his crotch. His hands flew up in the air away from my body, not knowing what to do with them.

I sucked on the side of his neck. He let out a moan, a damn moan, and I thought about orgasming right there. It wouldn’t take much, just a nudge of his shaft right at my clit, and I would fly off into space.

I pulled back, coming out of his hood, and sat on his lap. I took his hands and put them around my waist, placing one lower on my ass. “Well, what did you think?” I cocked my head to the side.

He panted, his finger digging into my hips. “Disgusting.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Do it again.”

I fought to conceal my longing, but with each passing day, it intensified. The pull toward her became overwhelming. I yearned for her touch, craving the sensation of her body against mine. The sight of her enraptured me, her presence captivating my senses. The thought of indulging in the ecstasy of her warmth consumes my thoughts, surpassing any desire I’ve ever felt before.

More so than anything, I wanted her to know that I wanted an emotional connection with her as well.

As I’ve tried to convey all these thoughts into actions, it has been most difficult.

I’d gotten to know her, but I had yet to understand her deeply. Juniper still hid her innermost thoughts from me. That was for certain, she wouldn’t let go of her secrets so easily despite her random outbursts. I haven’t disclosed any of my darkness to her yet either, and when I do, I hope she will eventually break down her walls.

However, being around her, and knowing who she is—her quirks, her fascination with my world, her lust for life, have turned on both my mind and body. I’ve never lusted over any goddess or mortal like I do her, and my resolve has diminished now that she has lit the fire.

I didn’t want her to perceive me as someone solely interested in her physical appearance. I desired her for the essence of her being, the depth of her soul. To protect our connection, I concealed my bodily desires from her. She had experienced the relentless advances of men fixated on her exterior—I didn’t want to be some other man.

Juniper had not concealed herself this night, however. Those shorts, that scrap of clothing she wore for a shirt. She did not intend to hide herself from me.

She raised her body, gracefully closing her eyes, as the soft glow of the room illuminated her silhouette. Her lips pressed against my neck once again, a low groan escaping me at the intense warmth emanating from her body beside mine. My fingertips gently sank into the supple skin of her back, allowing the weight of her presence to envelop me in the plushness of the sofa. The undeniable presence of my arousal is no longer concealed, as it brushes against the apex of her thighs, sending a shiver of anticipation through both of us.

Her heat engulfed me, I felt it through the thickness of this damn material. With one thought, I whisked away the thick material, and I’m left with the thinner robe I normally wear and push her hips harder into my shaft as she continues to trail kisses on my neck.

Fuck, why do carnal desires feel so damn good?

Juniper gasped when I rolled my hips, feeling dampness seep into both of our materials. Her cunt is soaking wet.

My eyes rolled in the back of my head, thinking how damn much I want to sink all of myself into her right now. Let her insides flutter around my cock, push myself inside her and never let her go.

“Juniper,” I rasped and took a fist full of her hair.

Her eyes were still closed, she was panting, and those puffy lips looked far too delicious not to devour. “Kiss me,” I commanded her and pushed her lips against me.

She’s soft at first against my stone-cold lips. I don’t remember if I have ever kissed a female before if I was honest with myself. Either I don’t remember or no longer care, but these were the last lips I would ever touch.

I fiercely snarled, my teeth grazing her delicate bottom lip. A gasp escaped her as I assertively claimed her, pressing her body firmly against mine. I effortlessly established dominance, encountering no resistance from her. I overpowered the kiss and seized her mouth with an unwavering intensity.

Her mouth parted when I squeezed her back side. I massaged the sting away while my tongue continued to rub against hers. This was what I wanted all along, her submission, the dominance over her. I would steal any soul that tried to take her from me, anyone that has dared touch her in the past. I will bring their soul to the Underworld and make sure they suffer.

I pulled back to let her breathe, only to push my lips onto her again. She kept her eyes closed, like a suitable mate should. I purred into her mouth. “You’re being such a good little human for me.” I tugged on her hair. “Letting me have my way with your mouth, hmm?”

She whimpered, and I felt her cunt flex against my shaft.

“Delightful,” I purred. “You are a good mortal, keeping your eyes closed.” I brushed my finger along her jaw, down her neck, and around her collarbone. “You will get to see my face soon, but I think you like not knowing what I look like, don’t you?”

She swallowed, and I watched as her throat moved. I leaned in, taking my tongue and licking up her neck. Her tiny hands fisted my robes, and I had to bite back a groan at how much it fucking wrecked me that she needed me–wanted me to fucking touch her.

Juniper needed me as much as I needed her in this moment.

My lips brushed against the sensitive curve of her neck while she gently glided her cunt along my throbbing shaft. A soft, lingering moan escaped her lips and let go with a passionate exhale.

I chuckled into her neck and nipped at it with my lips. “Oh, is someone sensitive here?”

My hand traveled to the front of her body, running over her puffy pelvic area.

She whimpered. “Please.”

I chuckled. “Please what?” I nipped at her earlobe.

“Please touch me.”

My mate was wound up tight. I didn’t think she’d touched herself since she arrived in my domain, and I didn’t think she would’ve wanted to in a place like Fuzzy Bunnies. Who knew what sort of cameras were present there? What sort of vile things they could have recorded?

“You need this, don’t you?” I hovered over the elastic of her shorts. These cursed pajama shorts that have teased me for many nights.

“Mhmm,” she agreed.

“I do too,” I growled and rolled my hips so her pussy rubbed in the exact place she needed it.

And fuck, it was sublime.

My lips found their way to the curve of her neck, where I gently tasted her soft, porcelain skin. It radiated a luminous glow, as tiny particles shimmered and swirled like a celestial ballet on her exposed shoulder. The faint brush of my teeth against her tender neck sent a shiver of pleasure through both of us.

She cried out while she moved her hips, and I sucked to tenderize her neck. My cock begged for more to sink into her cunt. Not now, not where we were. Tonight was just a taste of what was yet to come.

This was just my appetizer.

My cock pulsed, feeling her heat between the layers of fabric. Juniper slung her head back, and I forced another kiss upon her lips. While she continued to rub against my aching cock, crying out and panting, she returned the kiss until her release was fulfilled.

I wasn’t done, not nearly. I wanted her to come again to make sure I satisfied her. Now in my greediness, I needed more. Juniper squealed when I flipped her over on her back. My wings hung over us, and my shadows ripped the back of the couch until my wings had enough room to be comfortable.

“Gods, what’s happening?” she squealed.

The couch now ripped to pieces, my wings hovering over us, I stared down at this beautiful female. My female, my mate, my soul. She was mine in every way, and I was holding onto a thread not to soul bond us right now.

Patience.

I adjusted my hips to meet her core and grabbed a fist full of her hair to turn it to the side.

“Thanatos,” she panted breathlessly, her head lolling back and forth.

I hummed, appreciating her whines of my name.

Each of her breaths came with a heavy heave, her breasts there for the taking. I let my index finger grow its black claw and ripped the one strap from her body, exposing one of her breasts.

My treasure made the most delicious sound of a squeal and a moan.

“You did this to me.” I growled, taking the wholesome globe in my hand. “You started this. Toying with me.” I leaned forward and put her nipple into my mouth.

She teased me. Until I no longer had control.

My mate arched her back and wrapped her hand around my head to bring me closer. She hummed while I plucked her breasts with my lips. My other hand became too impatient, and I ripped the other side of her top, exposing the other to the air. I could feel her nipple hardening as I massaged that breast until I had my fill with the first.

She tasted just like my version of the sun. One not so blinding, but one that was made just for me. I need her—all of her.

I let go with a pop and tasted the other, massaging the one I left behind. My treasure hummed and made incoherent noises as I played with her breasts, made her sing while my shaft became more and more distraught.

“Close your eyes,” I demanded again, and she obeyed, turning her head to the side for good measure once more.

I pushed my cock close to her core and nestled it between her succulent thighs and I rubbed up and down her sensitive areas. She grabbed hold of her breast, and I watched as she pinched her nipple and somehow that made me want her more.

I needed to get closer to her. I wanted less fabric between us.

My shadows pulled up my robes up to my waist so only her shorts were our barrier.

“Juniper,” I growled. “You are so fucking wet.”

Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she jerked her head toward me. My hood still covered my head and my shadows kept it dark inside.

“What did I say?” I snapped.

She averted her gaze, her cheeks blushing with a delicate pink hue. Instead of scolding further, I gently kissed along the curve of her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. As she surrendered to my touch, the air filled with the intoxicating scent of her desire, enveloping the room in its sweet aroma.

With more haste, I rubbed my now soaked dick, pushing it harder into her mound. My breathing grew rapid, just as hers was. “Fuck, Juniper, I can’t wait to claim you. Wreck this pussy so no one else can have it.”

She whimpered, her mouth opens to let out a silent moan until I let out a loud grunt. I bit down on the crook of her neck, sucking, biting until all my come spilled onto her stomach.

I’d marked her in the most primitive of ways. With my come—and with my bite.

And I fucking liked it.