Dark Restraint – Dark Olympus Read Online Katee Robert

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Myth/Mythology, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
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I bite down in sheer desperation. The coppery taste of his blood hits my tongue just as his cock hits the end of me. Pain and pleasure dance together, confusing my senses. It’s only as pleasure takes the lead that I realize he’s not moving. That he hasn’t moved from the moment he sank fully inside me.

My tension turns into pure need as I shift restlessly against him. Only then does he begin to move. Long, harsh thrusts that hit something inside me that makes everything go hazy. I’ve orgasmed plenty on my own. I’ve used toys and techniques and explored my body to find out what works for me.

Nothing has ever felt like this.

This time, when my orgasm rises, it feels world-ending. There’s no taking this back. I don’t want to. I couldn’t stop for anything. I bite harder on his hand even as I grab his hips and pull him deeper into me. He growls, the fierce rumble vibrating through his body and into mine. That’s what makes me come. My orgasm goes on and on, driven to new heights I didn’t think were possible. And then he grinds into me, starting the whole process over again. It’s only as he stills that I realize he’s following me over the edge.

He tugs his hand free and replaces it with his mouth. Our kiss tastes of blood and sex and a promise that I’m not certain I can follow through on. In this moment, nothing matters. Nothing but us.

He thrusts into me one last time and then withdraws. We both look down to where his seed leaks out of my pussy. Distantly, part of me is screaming that I’m going to regret this. We didn’t use a condom. It didn’t even occur to me to ask for one. Even if it had, I don’t know if that would have been enough to stop me from wanting him with nothing between us.

Nothing but the impossibility of us.

Asterion grips my thigh over his bite and squeezes hard. “You’re mine, Ariadne. This is a promise. When you start questioning that, look here. Remember.” He takes the time to button up my dress as I stare at him. Then he pulls on his clothes in quick, efficient moves. One last claiming kiss and he’s gone, striding out of the maze the same way he came in.

He took my panties with him.

What the fuck have I done?

2

The Minotaur

Two Weeks Ago

I know something’s different the moment I walk through the door. I’m not one to jump at shadows or let nebulous feelings override reality, but I know Ariadne’s not here. This place feels empty without her. Dead.

Icarus is nowhere in evidence as I walk down the hallway to Ariadne’s room. At first glance, it’s exactly the same as it was yesterday. I’ve given her space since that day in the maze. It obviously freaked her the fuck out even as it settled something inside me. Minos can keep acting like she’s up for grabs. She knows she’s not. That’s enough for me to wait until she makes her peace with it. My girl’s been skittish as fuck, and giving her time to settle is a small enough sacrifice.

I look around her room. It’s as familiar as my own, even if I haven’t spent as much time in here lately. Ridiculously soft mattress, four-poster bed, clothes and random shit scattered everywhere in what she’s strongly protested is not a mess. She knows where everything is. Gotta watch my step.

But the room is missing something. I move on instinct to the closet and shove the clothing aside. Sure enough, the prepacked bag she keeps hidden in there is gone.

Which means she’s gone.

She’s too smart to have left anything to track her with, so I head to my room. I’ll need my shit before I go after her. I stop short at the glimpse of pale-purple paper shoved under my pillow. She didn’t bother to hide the note well, but she knows no one comes in this room except me. Not even Minos.

I stare at the thing like it’s a fucking snake. I knew something was wrong with Ariadne. She’s been acting strange for days. Stranger than normal, anyway. Even more skittish, jumping at shadows and hunching her shoulders like she expects a blow. As if I wouldn’t rip the arm off anyone who tried.

I thought the change was because she’s been sneaking around with Eurydice Dimitriou, slipping information to the other side. Ariadne has too much heart, too much guilt. She’s too fucking good for this world and sure as shit too good for this fucking family. Her old man has no idea what she’s up to. It doesn’t matter to me. I have no dog in this fight, and I don’t give a shit about the city or any of the people in it. Except her.


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