“I guess I can understand that. But loneliness kills, mami. That heart of yours is better a little bruised and broken than frozen solid. And good job diverting. You never answered my question. How did you get stuck between the delicious hunks?”
“Good question. I’m not quite sure the answer to that one myself.” Closing her eyes for a moment, she relived a moment of last night, both Rock and Kaden’s hands on her, both of their mouths caressing her. “It’s crazy.”
“Loco is necessary sometimes, after all those years of no one in your life. Perhaps a wild fling is exactly what you need. Just let it be. So when are you going to see them again?”
Smiling to herself, Kat felt a blush running across her cheeks. “Tonight.”
“Tonight? You have got to get yourself pretty for them! You need to run to your apartment, wash the day’s work off of you, shave your legs, and put something sexy on. It will make you feel better, trust me.”
“I need to go through today’s pictures. I don’t have time for all that.”
“Well, don’t come running to me tomorrow when one of those finely chiseled sex gods laughs at your old granny panties.”
“I do not wear granny panties.” Thinking about her plain white cotton briefs, she realized she did wear granny panties. Jumping off the couch, she raced for her car keys.
* * * *
A couple of hours later, Kat sat in her office, poring over pictures once more. She only had two more cops to photograph and the series would be over, and she could send the head shots over. Sneaking a peek at the first two, a rush of heat hit her as she looked through Kaden and Rock’s films for what had to be the hundredth time.
Knocking drew her attention, and she nearly ran to the door, pulling it back wide. Looking up she saw two large men, dressed in all black, looks of malice in their eyes. Kat’s heart sank as she realized immediately that she had assumed they were her cops without asking and had opened up her doors to strangers, and the cold chill that raced up her spine told her that she was in danger.
“So, you fellows need to get some head shots, hmm?”
“I suppose you could say that.” The taller of the two spoke, his black eyes trained on her face. “But why get your hopes up? More like shots to your head.”
Kat’s stomach did a flip-flop, and not in a good way. Both men were well over six feet and wide as linebackers, with cold, chiseled faces. The shorter one had a scar from above his left eye, down to the center of his chin and a nose that looked like it had been broken more often than not, giving his face more menace.
“I have two police officers on their way here. They will be here any second.”
The second man spoke up this time. “Sorry, darling, but they are a little tied up at the moment.”
* * * *
Eros nodded to Apollo, who immediately froze time. Both he and Apollo stepped out of the invisibility they had masked themselves in. Moving to stand before the two men, Eros sandwiched himself between them and the woman. He was enraged that Erebus would stoop to hurting a woman this way. Fingers coiling, he raised his hand to banish the two thugs to Limbo, when one of them spoke up.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Eros. You may find your hand ripped from your body,” the shorter of the two said.
Eros stopped, his hand still elevated into the air by his face, watching as the two men broke free from the time freeze. Apollo stepped beside Eros, a long sword appearing in his hand, reminding Eros to materialize both his bow and his sword. In a blink of an eye, chaos unfurled, both Eros and Apollo counterattacking the charge from the two men.
Minutes that felt like hours ticked by. Eros knew that he must be fighting another god for his powers to have no effect on the brutes, feeling true fear for the first time in this whole existence. Thinking back to Psyche, he dug deep within himself and pushed against his attacker, slicing his sword along the arm of the larger man.
The man howled his rage, growing in size as his growl pierced Eros’s ears. Eros looked above him at the now fifteen-foot-tall beast that stood in the spot the thug had moments before.
“Boy, this is not a battle you will win. We will not fail.” As smoke swirled around the beast, Eros’s mouth dropped open. He was in the presence of Chaos, the original Primordial god and the spring from which all life issued forth. The shorter man grew as well, shrugging off the appearance of the human, returning to his true form as Erebus.
Erebus stood silently, his dark robes swirling around his feet, as he looked into the distance. A steely look swarmed within Erebus’s black eyes as Eros felt his head swim.
“If there is no world, there is no Underworld. We go back into Darkness and Chaos. That’s it, isn’t it, Father? You want to reclaim it all.”
Erebus snarled. “You have always been too smart for your own good. Hades is too near-sighted, always has been. He was easy enough to coerce into helping me. His desire for his Persephone cripples him from being the true god he could be and from seeing the Underworld’s connection to the world above it.”
Eros felt the fear build, and not since Psyche had been taken away from him had he felt this emotion so strongly. “You would stand by and watch as everything on the Earth, everything in the Heavens above, and even the Underworld disappeared into Darkness?”
Erebus chuckled, running a strong hand through his black locks. “We are the beginning, and we are the end. The humans have not appreciated the gift they were given. Many no longer see the joys of their lives. So, yes, I would stand by and watch as Hades destroys this world you all find too much pleasure in and then laugh at him when he realized the error of his plan and we take all the power away.”
“Why not do the dirty work yourself?”
“And miss out on sitting back and watching the fun? It has been so entertaining seeing you boys run around attempting to chase after Hades and his foolish followers as Chaos and I have been shredding love and fate. He has been the best scapegoat I could possibly imagine.”
“You have lived in the Underworld with Hades for millennia. Do you hate him so much?” Eros knew he was stalling as he looked around the space for a way to wage war.
“Hades forgets I rule the Darkness and that my son Charon holds power over the Gate at Styx and who enters or does not enter his realm. Hades is self-centered and does not see he is not the only powerful one in the Underworld. Without me, he would be nothing. Just like you are—nothing.”
“You can’t forgive me, Father?”
“You chose rebirth from Aphrodite versus declaring your Primordial heritage to Zeus. You are weak, and I do not claim you as my own.”
“Perhaps I made a hasty choice, but I knew that love could not die. I chose to hide my true nature so that the world, the Underworld, and the Heavens above could remain intact, and if you consider that sacrifice weak, then so be it. But I stand before you today, refusing to back down. I will not let you return this world to Darkness and Chaos.” Eros moved to face Erebus fully. “You will not win. Love is eternal, the Spring will come forth and rebirth along with it.”
“You may be a Primordial, Eros, but you are no match for us both. Not even with your little friend, Apollo, here.”
“But what about with our help?” Lightning flared and thunder boomed as all four turned to see a gathering of gods and goddesses, all standing behind the massive forms of Hades and Zeus. “I think this should even up the fight a little.”
“Hades, you fool, what are you doing?”
“Eros was smart enough to figure out your plan. I was blinded by my love for Persephone, but I would rather lose her to the Spring than to lose her forever. I will not allow that to happen.”
“Nor will I.” Thunder struck again as Zeus stepped forward, another bolt in his palm. “Titans were no match for me, so a couple of old Primordials shouldn’t make me break a sweat.”
Eros and Apollo backed behind Zeus and Hades, standing beside Persephone, Eris, and Peitho, and watched the epic battle begin. Eros raised his bow, Eris and
Apollo drew their swords, and Persephone raised her scythe. All charged Chaos and Erebus, fighting for their lives. Thunder boomed and lightning crashed, the roar from battle deafening to their ears. Swords flashed and blood fell as bodies collided in a sea of turmoil.
Finally backed into a corner, Chaos and Erebus fell to their knees. Crossing their arms over their chests, they rested their palms flat against their pectorals. In a timeless gesture of surrender, the two bowed before the group, their foreheads brushing against the concrete floor.
Zeus stepped forward, bolt in hand, pointing it at the pair. “You submit and lay prostrate at our feet. For your crimes you will spend one thousand years in Tartarus, the deepest bowels of the Underworld. The blackest pits of despair may make the perfect home for you both.”
The earth opened up and swallowed both beings, dragging them to their prison below. As the gaping hole closed back up upon itself, Zeus turned to Eros, a snarl etched across his face.
“I have always known you truly were a Primordial. You lied to me, lied to me, the Father of Olympia, and then when you keep this plot from me, and I am beckoned here by Hades? I should send you both to the pits along with those two rotten bastards.”
Apollo stood taller, putting his hand in the air. “But, um, Father, I am not Primordial.”
“Thanks, Uncle.”
“Well, just saying. Why send me down to the pits of Tartarus? My beauty needs to shine in the light of day.”
“Will the two of you shut up?” The walls shook with the rumble in Zeus’s voice. “You both did not include me in an event that meant the potential end of our world, when I could have finished this immediately.”
Eros squared his shoulders, looking at the Father of the Olympians. “I wanted to know what we were dealing with, Your Highness. I considered involving you sooner, but I knew unless I had all the facts, we would not be able to stop this course of actions.”
“Bullshit. You wanted all the glory for yourself, to return to Olympus a hero so your wife would fuck you extra hard for the next millennia.”
“No, no it wasn’t—”
“Save it, boy.” Zeus paused, his brows coming together. “I suppose you are older than even I, aren’t you? And I am calling you boy.”
Eros nodded to Zeus, a smile on his lips. “I was reborn into the Olympians because I want to govern this world together. I have no designs on anything above loving Psyche and spreading love and lust as I was born to do.”
Zeus looked Eros over with a knowing eye. “You have always served us well. And for that, I will let you go with a warning. But if you are to find information like this again, you will bring it to me immediately, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Your Highness, I hear you. Loud and clear.”
“Now you, Hades. You didn’t think I would just let you get away, now would you?”
Hades stepped forth. “I suppose I must offer you thanks for clearing my eyes to the plots around me. I wish I had seen clearly from the beginning. But I was a victim of their scheming as well, only drawn to the choice because of my love of my wife, and I must go back to the Underworld and reflect on all of these events.” Taking Persephone’s hand, they both disappeared into the night, as did most of the other gods.
“No respect anymore, I swear. He will get his. And I will be keeping a very close eye on both of you.” Zeus grew dimmer as he spoke, popping out of sight after his last word.
Apollo and Eros stood alone in the center of the space and looked at the damage. Apollo raised one hand, and all destruction was erased in the blink of an eye. As they both looked to see all was good, their eyes fell on Kat.
“I suppose it is her turn to have her fate,” Apollo said wistfully, as if he was almost saddened that the fun was over.
“I suppose so. And, Uncle?”
“Yes?”
“I have thoroughly enjoyed your help, and you helped me more than you know. Even if you aren’t a Primordial.”
Apollo cringed. “I didn’t see why I needed to go down to the depths for helping you.” Looking at Eros’s laughing face, he paused. “Hey, there is a lot of ale I plan to drink and a lot of ass and pussy I plan on fucking, and I can’t do either of those things in Tartarus. No way was I going into that pit, no way.”
“Drinking and fucking are the only things on your agenda, hmm?” Eros became more serious.
“No, nephew, it isn’t. I, too, enjoyed the past few days. It felt good to have purpose and to no longer just exist. Perhaps we will have to come down to Earth more often to check on these human lovers. To make sure that this kind of thing does not happen again.”
Smiling, Eros put his arm around Apollo’s shoulder. “A splendid idea, Uncle, splendid indeed.” Looking up at the frozen Kat, he paused. “I believe we need to rewind history and allow her fate to flow correctly. Do you want to do the honors, Apollo?”
Apollo twisted his fingers while speaking under his breath, watching the events preceding the fight reverse. Stopping at Kat walking to the door, the two became invisible, waiting to see their last female open the door to her fate.
Chapter Eighteen
Knocking on the door drew Kat’s attention, and she nearly ran to the door, pulling it back wide. Looking up she saw two large men, dressed in all black, looks of lust in their eyes. Kat’s heart rose as she realized immediately that her two cops had opened up the doors to her heart, making her want to give herself the chance to be cared for, and the raw chill of lust that raced up her spine told her that she was in for the night of her life.
As a tingling sensation spread through her, she knew the wave of emotion was the walls she had built falling down around her. Innately she knew that Rock and Kaden were the ones to show her what it meant to be cherished and to erase all the pain she had held within her. Perhaps this was just one night out of the rest of her life, but she knew she needed this night to clear her of all the cobwebs in her heart and make her ready to love again.
Kaden stepped through first, capturing her in his embrace as Rock closed and locked the door behind them, ensuring their privacy and that this night would end in completion for them all. Lifting her in his massive arms, Kaden walked over to the prop couch, seating her in the center as he lowered himself to sit beside her. He made fast work of the buttons on the front of her shirt, slowly easing his hands down the front. He moved the soft, filmy cotton aside, revealing the red lace she had gone home to don for them.
A soft growl escaped Kaden’s throat just before he imprisoned her mouth with his kiss. Starlight burst behind Kat’s closed lids as she felt his need match her own, and that only escalated further when Rock rested himself on the couch beside her and began to press his hand along the bare skin of her stomach.
Hands touched her everywhere as Kaden kissed her, and she felt Rock’s mouth on her shoulder, her neck, and she relaxed into their touch, allowing them to command her body and drive her need higher, where she knew they were the only ones who could eventually sate her. Clothing was ripped from her body until she was clad only in the bra and matching lace thong. Her body, unused to the attention, was hypersensitive, and every touch made her jump, the electricity in their fingers too much for her to take.
Opening her eyes, she saw the two men had removed their shirts but were still clothed from the waist down. Pulling her mouth away, she needed to be in control of some part of the lovemaking, to make a declaration of her needs in a physical way. As well as to make her submission to the two apparent. Bringing her trembling fingers to Kaden’s belt, she struggled to unclasp it, eventually pulling the thick leather from his waist.
Snapping open the top button, she felt her confidence bolster with Kaden’s inhalation of breath. She slowly lowered the zipper down and saw his hard, swollen length pressed against his boxer briefs, charging for the touch of her hand. Freeing his cock from the jersey, she stroked her hand lovingly over the silky steel, running her fingers along the length before turning to Rock and freeing his cock from its prison as well.
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nbsp; As Kat had assisted Rock, Kaden kicked off his shoes and pants, freeing his perfect body for her perusal. Eying him from top to bottom, she was engrossed by the sharp plains of his body, cut from hours of time spent in hard physical activity, and she knew he would have the stamina to love her all night. Gathering her in his arms, he had been nothing but gentle with her, as if he were afraid she would run if pushed too hard.
She wanted to be pushed.
Grasping the hairs at the back of his head, she pulled him to her, demanding he kiss her, pushing his limits by deepening it herself, tugging at his hair until he understood her desire. Rough hands released the bra from her body and ripped the lace at her pussy, rending the fabric in two. Both men reached down once her breasts were free, each gathering a nipple into his mouth, suckling her, with the errant bite making her yell for more.
Fingers pressed lower, dipping into her molten heat. They spread her sex open, readying her for their dual penetration. Unsure of which hand was which, she did not care, only seeking the release that was already building within her body from their simple kisses and touches. As two fingers widened her pussy, another finger spread her juices to her puckered hole, pressing slowly until the finger was stretching the muscles there.
Kaden lay back on the couch, pulling her atop him, seating her on top of his hardened cock. Sitting up, Kat sat back, straddling him as she helped guide his large cock into her cunt. The pressure of his thickly veined dick stretching the unused muscle brought tears to her eyes, the pleasure-pain of his penetration pushing her to her limits. Short thrusts pushed into her until the whole of him was finally inside her.
Brushing his finger along her lower lashes, he captured a lone tear. “You okay? If this is too much, we can stop.”
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