"Like I've been kicked by my horse."
"Then lie down in my lap and let me see if I can help."
"You already have."
She smiled at him as he complied, but her smile died at the sound of his pain and the way his breathing intensified. He hurt so much, he was absolutely shaking. "I heard you won," she said, trying to distract him from it.
"We did."
Brushing her hand through his hair, she felt several large bumps on his head. Careful not to touch them, she massaged his temples and scalp as best she could. "Were you scared?"
His breathing came easier now. "Petrified. But I would only admit that to you."
She paused as she touched a cut on the back of his head where it felt like he must have fallen against something. "I heard Prince Styxx was the battle's hero. Did you see him?"
He was quiet for several seconds. "I did."
"And?"
"Should I be jealous that you're so interested in the prince? I thought money didn't matter to you."
"It doesn't. I just wanted to know about this man who dared to pull my sweet Hector from my arms."
"Mmm ... I was too busy fighting to pay attention to him."
"Is it really true that he took no tribute, but rather had it divided between his men?"
He made a light sound that let her know he was slipping fast into sleep.
Leaning down, she rubbed her nose against his and savored the sensation of his breath on her skin. Even though it galled her that they'd been defeated, she was grateful her Hector was back and whole. It went a long way in soothing her ravaged ego. Still ...
She had a grudge to settle and she wasn't going to forget it. One way or another, Styxx was going to pay for what he'd done to them on the battlefield. And hers would be the hand that dealt the final blow to that arrogant little prick.
November 10, 9532 BC
Bethany laughed as Hector nibbled a scorching trail down her stomach until he took her into his mouth. Lifting her hips, she buried her hand in his soft hair while his tongue danced over her until she was breathless and weak. In just a matter of minutes, her body exploded into pure bliss. She cried out in ecstasy and still his tongue flitted over her until she was drunk from his masterful touch.
No one had a tongue like his....
Body either.
Slowly, methodically, he kissed his way over her, taking time to savor her breasts before he claimed her lips. She felt the tip of his erection pressing against her, begging for entry.
Desperate to have him inside her body again, she wiggled her hips. He deepened his kiss, and laced his fingers with hers then he took mercy on her and slid himself inside. Sighing in delight, she ran her free hand down to where they were joined so that she could feel his cock as he thrust against her hips.
Styxx sucked his breath in at the sensation of her hand on him. His sweet Bethany took him away from all the nightmares he didn't want to remember. From the horror of Apollo's attack. "I love it when you do that."
Smiling, she kissed him.
He should have gone home days ago, but he'd been holed up with Bethany in a small hostel on the outskirts of town where no one knew who he was. In truth, he had no desire to leave here.
To leave her.
She lifted her hips so that he went all the deeper inside her body. "I can't believe how hungry you still are."
"I'm never satiated where you're concerned, akribos." He nipped her fingers as she danced them over his lips.
She moaned deep in her throat.