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Guardians did not want to start the Apocalypse, so either she hadn’t thought that fucking him would break his Seal, or she had known and was secretly working against The Aegis.

So if she hadn’t known… why had she gone to extremes to get him in bed? As a larger-than-life legend, he might have starfucker appeal, and sure, he knew he was handsome, but resorting to drugs and her supernatural ability just to get him in bed?

Fury slithered through him, as hot as the lust he’d felt when he’d been beneath Regan, her wet heat clenching around his cock. God, it had been good. For so long he’d fantasized about being with a female, had imagined all the ways he’d take her. His favorite fantasy had always been with her on all fours and him mounting her from behind, his chest sealed to her back Ӏ to her by their sweat, his weight holding her steady for his thrusts.

That position had been his earliest memory of sex, when he’d been a boy living in a pre-Druidic tribal society. He’d witnessed a fertility ritual, a circle of chanting adults surrounding a couple mating the way the village dogs did it. Oh, he’d heard sex before—their single room dwelling allowed for no privacy for his parents—but he’d not witnessed what went on between a man and a woman.

The image had stuck with him after thousands of years, and it had become the mainstay of his fantasies. For these past months, when his mind had drifted to sex, Regan had been that female on her hands and knees.

His cock jerked in response to the direction of his thoughts, pissing him off. His dick had no business getting hard for her, and on his arm, his stallion, Styx, kicked, sensing his master’s emotions. The horse, currently in a tattoo-like form, had been stuck on his skin, as paralyzed as Than had been—

Wait. His cock was hard, his horse was stirring… which meant the hellhound venom was wearing off.

Thanatos’s heartbeat went double-time as hope shot through him. Maybe his siblings were finally allowing him to be free. Oh, man, if so… he had serious plans. First, he was going to kick Limos’s and Ares’s asses. Then he was going to have sex. Lots and lots of sex.

Before, avoiding sex hadn’t been difficult. Sure, it hadn’t been pleasant, but it had been doable, mainly because he hadn’t known what he was missing. But now he knew, and his body craved it almost as much as it craved revenge.

The door creaked open. Ares’s heavy footsteps were accompanied by Limos’s whisper-light ones and the click of hellhound claws on the floor as the mutt who’d been babysitting him got to his feet to great the newcomers.

“Hey, bro,” Limos chirped, as if Thanatos was just hanging out for fun. His hands began to clench, but quickly, he locked up his muscles, forcing himself to stay still.

Ares changed the channel on the TV they’d mounted above his bed. “Sorry about that,” he grunted. “The mutt must have stepped on the remote and changed the channel. A cubic zirconia-fest on the Home Shopping Network couldn’t have been too exciting.”

Oh, no, really. I was just thinking about how great a gold filigree necklace and teardrop earrings would look on me, and at seventy-five ninety-nine plus shipping, it’s a goddamned steal. But damn, I missed the deal because, oh, that’s right, I’m fucking frozen.

Limos’s hand came down on Than’s biceps, and he struggled to keep from twitching. “Hey… look… we have to tell you something.” Her voice was low and serious, and shit, this couldn’t be good. “I know you can probably feel the disruption in the world, and it’s gotta be making you crazy.”

Crazy? Try ceiling-licking, rabies-frothing, dish-ran-away-with-the-spoon in-fucking-sane. Limos and Ares had been keeping him up on Pestilence’s exploits, but they hardly needed to. Thanks to his curse, Than could feel mass casualties around the globe, was drawn to them like a junkie to heroin. Obviously, bӀ Obviouseing paralyzed had put a stop to his ability to travel to them, but the pull was still there, swirling around his insides like smoke from