Thon holds the petty jealousies and passions of all mortals in his heart. In the beautiful yet damaged Olivia he may have finally found his savior, but his lover's very presence incites the demon inside to rear its ugly head. How can the Greek god of envy & jealousy possibly protect a mortal woman from the grim darkness of his own reality?
"Oh, Liv. If I love you, I might kill you."
Contains steamy you-know-what, and a guaranteed happy-for-now ending!
Want to read this one first in the series? Go ahead! Each of the GODS OF LOVE novellas is stand-alone with a common theme. They can be read in any order.
The need to engulf her with everything raging inside flooded over him with such force he went deathly-still. Get it under control. The darkness was too all-consuming, and she couldn't withstand him if he lost it. She was so delicate and easy to break, despite that elusive core of inner strength, and he had to remember at all times to hold himself back.
She was human. She was fragile. And she was about to become his if he could only control his demon long enough to keep her safe.
He shucked off his T-shirt and threw it to one side before moving forward to take over for her fumbling fingers. "With pleasure." Remember. Do it slowly.
He managed to release two more of the tiny buttons before a waft of her perfume teased his nostrils. It was a musky scent that reminded him of hot nights and seductive need, so long-forgotten that its sudden effect on his senses blasted his self-control to pieces. With a groan that rattled his throat on the way out he grabbed the two sides of her blouse and yanked them apart, the remaining three buttons flying off in all directions with a ripping pop, pop, pop.
"Oh!" Her gorgeous mouth formed into a round of surprise. He clutched at her wrists before she could cover her breasts, then released them slowly when he felt her peak of embarrassment begin to subside.
"No! Don't ever cover yourself when you are with me. I must look at you." She was solidly proportioned, with more flesh than was the current fashion, judging by what he'd seen in his brief time back here. Good. He liked it better when there was something substantial to hold onto.
His fingers trembled as he traced around first one large globe then the other. Her skin was so white he could see the blue network of veins peeking through from beneath. Her life force, so close to the surface. So tantalizing.