Fire spread through her as she forgot all about being in the open with him. He hadn't kissed her like this in a long time. The next thing she knew, they were in her bedroom on Olympus.
Strange, she didn't remember bringing them here . . . But that thought was lost the instant he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. She loved whenever he carried her. It made her feel so feminine.
Acheron didn't know where his sudden surge of desire came from. It was overwhelming and exhilarating. He couldn't remember ever wanting to be with someone as much as he wanted Artemis just then. It was as if he had to have her right now.
As if something from deep within him was driving him to possess and dominate her.
Her fangs grew in as she made their clothes vanish. "You are so beautiful," she said with the slightest of lisps. "I want you inside me while I feed."
But he wasn't in the mood for that. He pulled her up to meet his lips so that he could kiss her with the fury and strength that boiled deep inside him. It was as if there was no humanity left there. Growling low in his throat, he rolled her over onto her stomach, spread her thighs wide and entered her from behind.
Artemis gasped as unimaginable pleasure tore through her body. Acheron had never been so forceful with her before. But even so, he was gentle. The mixture of the two blinded her with ecstasy. His strokes were so deep and strong. Powerful. It felt as if he were touching a part of her immortal soul.
"Tell me who you hunger for, Artemis," he growled in her ear.
She sucked her breath in sharply as he punctuated each word with a deep thrust. "You."
"And who do you crave?"
"Only you."
"Then say my name. I want you to use it while I'm inside of you. While I possess you."
"Acheron," she cried in pleasure.
He pulled out of her then and rolled her over to face him. His breathing ragged, he stared down at her with a desire so hot, it scalded her. There was nothing subservient about him now. He met her as an equal.
No, he was more than that.
His kiss burned her before he entered her again. Artemis arched her back, drawing him in even deeper.
He pulled back and cupped her face while he rode her deep and hard. His silver eyes flashed red. "Look at me while I'm inside you and say my name again."
"Acheron."
"And who commands you, Goddess? Who is the only man who makes you wet with desire?"
She cried out on the verge of an orgasm.
He froze as if he knew and the frustration of it was almost enough to make her slap him.
"Answer me, Artemis. If you want to come, tell me who you answer to."
She lifted her body and wrapped her legs around his lean hips. "You, Acheron. Only you."
He descended on her lips with another scorching kiss before he returned to thrusting against her. Unable to stand it, she brushed his hair back from his neck and sank her teeth in deep.
The moment she did he drove himself in all the way to his hilt as they both came. Artemis screamed out as she shook in unrivaled bliss.
Acheron felt paralyzed by the spasms in his body. It was so rare for him to actually come inside her that the novelty of it temporarily blinded him. She clamped her body around his before she rolled him over onto his back so that she could feed.
Fully sated, he lay there while she drank her fill of his blood. For once there was no weakness from it.
With a shocked expression on her beautiful face, Artemis pulled back to stare down at him. Her eyes were now silver, her lips coated in his blood. "What are you?"
Before he could answer, he felt that foreign coldness seeping through him with the shiver of electricity that heralded he was turning blue.
Gasping, Artemis shot to the foot of the bed where she crouched naked as if ready to attack him.
Acheron threw his head back as his powers surged out in a wave so powerful, it shattered the windows of her room.
"Get out!" she shrieked. But this time when she tried to flash him back to the human world, he refused to go.
He grabbed her and pulled her against him. True to his suspicions, he saw his blue marbled hand on her pale arm. "What's the matter, Artie? Are you afraid of me now?"
Artemis gulped at the sight of her precious Acheron. Gone was the golden fair man whose every feature was perfect. What held her now was sinisterly beautiful. His skin swirled in a symphony of blue color. His hair was as black as his lips and nails.
And his eyes . . .
They flashed from silver to red and back again.