Bleed For Me (Loved By Gods 1)

Her eyes widened when she saw his chest. The guy was even better looking without the clothes. Tight, flexing muscles. Dark, flat ni**les. A light thatch of hair veed down his chest. He kicked out of his pants and revealed the thick, hard length of his cock. Veins lined the shaft, and the wide head glistened with moisture.

Apollo leaned forward and pressed one knee into the mattress. His fingers rubbed against the skin of her upper thigh.

Terese licked her lips as she watched him. She couldn’t remember ever seeing a man look at her that way before. There was so much raw lust in his gaze.

It made her feel good. Sexy.

She’d felt like a monster for the past few months, but with Apollo, she was just a woman again.

His fingers trailed up her thigh. “Spread your legs for me, Terese.”

She did, opening herself fully to him. To his touch.

His broad fingers slipped under the edge of her panties. He found the center of her desire and stroked her lightly as he rubbed his warm fingers over her hungry flesh.

Her hips arched against him, and a thin, choked cry slipped past her lips. Oh, yes…

One think finger plunged into her even as his thumb pushed against her sensitive flesh, the pressure intense. Perfect.

“You’re tight,” he whispered. “You’re going to feel so f**king good.”

He already felt pretty damn amazing to her. He knew just how to touch her, knew just where to stroke—

Another finger worked up inside her. He stretched her, pulled his fingers almost completely out of her, then thrust them back inside.

Terese squeezed her eyes shut as a moan broke from her. She was so close to coming…with just the touch of his hand.

His tongue rubbed over her nipple. Then his mouth closed over her breast. He sucked her and pulled her flesh deep into his mouth.

And shoved his fingers inside her in a quick plunge.

“Apollo!” Her body bowed off the bed. So close—

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice a harsh snap.

Her lashes lifted. Her gaze locked on him.

She was panting, her body shaking, need burning through her. Why had he stopped? She wanted—

His fingers curled around the elastic band of her panties, and he yanked, shredding the material. The lace fell onto the bed, exposing the dark curling hair at the juncture of her thighs and the glistening folds of her sex.

His pupils flared. “Do you want my mouth on you?”

Terese nodded, unable to speak. Yes, definitely, yes—

His hands squeezed her thighs, then shoved them even farther apart. He lowered his body, and his golden head dipped between her legs.

His breath blew over her clit, a long, slow breath that had her tensing in anticipation. Then he licked her.

Her heels dug into the bed even as Terese buried her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer.

He growled, and the rumble vibrated against her flesh.

“Apollo…”

He thrust his tongue inside of her.

Terese screamed and came on a long, hot tide of pleasure.

He licked her, tasting her cream, rubbing his tongue over her, and murmuring softly as she shook beneath him.

Then he was moving back, positioning his muscled legs between hers, and he pushed the thick head of his c**k into the opening of her sex. “My turn,” he growled and drove into her in one deep, hard thrust.

He filled her completely. He caught her hands and pinned them to the bed. And he thrust into her, again and again.

Apollo’s mouth opened over her shoulder. He sucked her flesh, his teeth lightly scoring her in a delicious bite.

Oh, yes…Her nails dug into his back. Another orgasm built within her as the hunger spiraled inside her.

His head lifted, and his neck—that strong, golden neck—was just inches away from her mouth.

“You’re so tight.” His nostrils flared. “So good…” He drove into her again, pushing his c**k balls deep into her sex.

His neck…it was just out of reach—

She locked her arms around him and twisted, sending them both rolling across the bed.

“What the—”

Terese was on top of him. Her legs straddled his hips, and his thick, wonderful c**k was still buried inside of her. “My turn now,” she whispered, and began to move. Up and down. Harder. Faster.

Up.

Down.

He clenched his teeth. His fingers wrapped around her hips, and he pulled her down onto him, pushing up in a powerful thrust at the same time.

A moan of pleasure hummed in her throat.

She could feel him in so deep, so deep.

Her fingers splayed across his chest. Terese rolled her hips, then rode his cock.

Up.

Down.

Harder, faster.

Her head lowered over his throat. Her tongue snaked out and licked his flesh.

Harder, faster.

His c**k pushed even deeper inside of her. His fingers slipped around her waist.

Up.

Her mouth opened on his neck. Her teeth pressed lightly against his pounding pulse.

Down. Harder—

Her teeth sank into him. She pierced his throat in one smooth bite.

“Terese!” he shuddered. His body tightened as he came inside of her, and his se**n erupted in a hot blast.

The sweet warmth of his blood flowed over her tongue. Sweeter, richer than she’d ever imagined.

Power surged through her. Raw. Wild.

Her hips slammed down on his, and a second orgasm ripped through her.

And as she came, she drank, taking his warm, wet blood into her mouth. Taking it, taking it—

“Terese…” Her name was a whisper this time. A soft, weak whisper.

Weak?

She drew back as horror filled her. What had she done?

She couldn’t remember how long she’d been drinking from him. Couldn’t remember how much blood she’d taken.

She only knew she’d lost control.

The monster had taken over.

Chapter Two

What in the name of Zeus had she done to him?

Apollo lay in the bed, his eyes closed, and his body still shuddering with little aftershocks of pleasure.

Terese. Her name whispered through his mind. The woman was amazing. What had she done there at the end? Her mouth had been on his neck, sucking his flesh, and her tight little sex had milked his cock, then she’d—

“Apollo?” Her slightly cool palm stroked his cheek. “Are you all right? Oh, please, please be all right.” Her palm tapped him, once, twice. “Please.”

He smiled. “I’m fine.” Fine was definitely too tame of a word. He felt about twenty times better than fine.

And it was all because of the lovely, mysterious Terese.

Apparently the other gods had been right…choosing a mortal for a companion was the best way to go.