I swore too. “Pax, stop,” I hissed. “If you want to get hurt, I can give you a kick in the head!”
Then my father’s last warning rang in my ear. “Ta sun sumac drain rain flame,” he’d said.
I focused on the Titan language, and realized I understood it. The phrase meantActivate the Living Flame.
Dad knew about the Flame in me, and he’d been telling me that it was the only power the Eternal Prison couldn’t nullify.
I eyed Paxton intensely with new interest. He’d drawn his sword and hacked at the bars, sparks flying as the clash of metal echoed in the dome.
Then I advanced on him, swaying my hips like a succubus. The sea demigod froze and gazed at me with hunger and lust that could melt my panties to a drop of sizzling liquid. That was always how it went with my mates. One look from them, or one touch from them, I was a goner.
Our desire for each other burned so brightly we didn’t even need to light a match.
“Buttercup,” Paxton whispered.
Even though he didn’t need to be seduced since he was already there, I still licked my lip sensually to tempt him.
“There aren’t better things to do at the moment,” I purred, “as Héctor is finding a way out for us, so we might as well get busy and contribute in our own way.”
“I’ll do anything you ask,” he said eagerly.
“We need to finish the mating ritual. And now’s a perfect time.”
“How?” he asked huskily, darting his wild gaze at the bars then at me.
“We’ll just have to deal to our best ability, demigod.” I let my sexy purr roll out of my tongue to keep the mood going while I started to unbuckle the wide belt around my waist—it was supposed to be an alternative weapon. “There won’t be foreplay under the circumstances.”
“I won’t complain,” he said gently, then cursed under his breath. “I’ve dreamed of giving you everything I have, Buttercup. I fantasized to make our first time the best experience for you. I want to ravish you for hours and days and worship your every inch, taking my time and making sure you enjoy every second of it. But fates hate and mock me, punishing me for all the wrongs I’ve done to you. It wasn’t ideal to have you in Hell, and fates wouldn’t even let me finish claiming you there and hung me in purgatory ever since. And now, when I can fuck you, it has to be in a prison, with bars between us and bones above us. You deserve so much better. My demigod cousins have all romanced you and claimed you in a remarkable way, but I—”
I put a fist on my hip. “Do you want me or not?”
“More than anything. More than the world. More than my life.”
“Then stop whining and fuck me,” I said. “Lately you bitched even more than Axel. I don’t want our mating to be interrupted again because you won’t stop talking. We need to activate the Living Flame before anything else happens. I know it’s not sexy to lay out the reality, but we need to roll with it.”
“Everything you say and do is hot and sexy.”
“Fine,” I said and pulled down my pants.
Paxton traced my every move, his eyes glinting with pure male desire. No matter where and when, my mates always burned hot for me. I offered Pax a sultry smile, swayed my hips to a good measure, wheeled around and stuck my ass in the air an inch from the rods between our jails.
He let out a rasped warning. “Stay where you are, Buttercup, and let me do the rest so you don’t get burned.”
His large hand landed on my lower back. He squeezed my ass with his other hand, then ventured lower to thrust his finger into my heat.
“You’re so wet, little mate,” he groaned. “You’re ripe for me.”
I was forever slick for them. He should have learned that by now.
“No foreplay,” I said. “I need your big cock inside me.”
We needed a quick, hard fuck to temporarily sate the mating fever and light the Flame.
“I’ll make it up to you when we get out of here,” he vowed, his finger thrusting in me a couple of more times before withdrawing. A moment later, his hard shaft plunged into me.
I gasped in pleasure.
His hands gripped my hips as he thrust into me again and again. Luckily, the space between the iron rods was wide enough for our flesh to connect. Unfortunately, we could only have a shallow joining. It was a testament to Paxton’s impressive length and size, or this wouldn’t be possible.