Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
“My brother?”
“Theseus. He killed the Minotaur. About a decade back. And you know what the most ironic thing is? There was no treasure. Well, it was metaphorical, I guess. The treasure was freedom from anyone ever having to run the Labyrinth again.”
“And my brother did that?”
Aric nods. Then lets out a long breath. “But I guess that’s not the end of the story, is it? Because if it was, what the hell are we doing here? And more importantly, how the fuck do we get out? Because if it was the song that got me out, and you were the one singing the song—” He scoffs. “Well, you’re here now. Inside the maze. And you’ve got no idea what I’m talking about.”
He’s got a point, but I suddenly feel too tired to think about it. And since we’re in a safe place, I allow myself this weariness. I take his hand and start walking over to the messy bed.
He follows, but with a bit of reluctance. “What are you doing?”
“Let’s just…” I let out a long breath. “Rest. Just for a minute. That run did me in. I don’t know how you go so fast. You must have a distant relation to Declan.”
This makes him scoff, but it’s a good-natured one. And he lets me win. Because when I get in the bed and lie down, he does the same.
I turn on my side so I can see him. “I liked you from the beginning, you know. I really did.”
“That’s because I put a curse on you.” He points down to his belt buckle. “With this. The reason you fell for me was because of the magic in the belt buckle. Ares gave it to me to make sure I brought you back.”
I lean up on my elbow, curious about this. “What does he want with me?”
Aric scoffs again, only this time there’s no lightness in it. “Like he would tell me. I might be his son, but in his eyes, I’m just a bastard to be used in his game with the other Olympians.”
“And the Titans too,” I add. “Because that’s what Quaid said. That some cult is after me.”
“Yeah,” he sighs. “I’d forgotten about that.”
I lie back down, but this time, I snuggle up to him. “Thanks for getting me out of danger in the maze.”
Which makes him smile. “Thanks for showing me the way out.”
“It probably wasn’t me, ya know. You’re the one who knew the song and the lyrics. I just had a melody that came out of a dream.”
He turns his head to look at me, smiling. Then he reaches for a piece of hair that had fallen over my face, and smooths it back, out of my eyes. “You’re the dream, Star. In my eyes, anyway. And for the record, I liked you too. Even though it was the magic that made you like me back.”
I sit up a little then climb on top of him. Straddling his hips and pressing my hands on either side of his head. My long, dark hair falls over my shoulders like a waterfall, brushing against his cheeks. “It wasn’t the magic.”
And then, without even asking, I lean down and tenderly place my lips on his.
The spark of passion is immediate, but when he kisses me back, I feel like a fire ignites inside me. His hands grip my hips, as he arches his back a little, lifting me up. A tease for what could come next—if I want it.
And I do.
Reluctantly, I pull back from the kiss and scoot backwards a little, just enough to give me access to his belt. A moment later, my fingers have released the buckle and I’m tugging on the button of his jeans. This whole time, our eyes are locked. All I see is him and all he sees is me.
Suddenly, he flips me over onto my back, pulls his zipper down, reaches inside his pants, and pulls out his cock. He strokes himself a few times, hovering over me like a promise.
Then he reaches for the neckline of my dress and pulls it down. The elastic gives, allowing him to expose my bra. Then he pulls that down too, and immediately, my nipples rise up into hard peeks. Aric’s lips lower down over one, then he’s sucking on me.
My fingers find their way into his dark hair, gripping his head to encourage him. He nips me, making me hiss, but at the same time, his hand has found its way between my legs. In one swift motion, he’s pulled my panties aside and his finger begins stroking my sweet spot and pushing up inside me.
The wetness spills out, letting him know I’m ready for whatever he wants to do next. His finger probes deeper, setting me off and making my back arch. I feel his hard cock pressing against my inner thigh and all I want is for him to be inside me now.