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"I need you. Hard and fast. But I don't understand. Do you not want to give me your knot?"

Ares's stomach quivered. Of course, he did. Hell, he wanted to give it to her every time they made love, but he wasn't sure if that was what she wanted.

"Is that what you want?"

She reached between their bodies and stroked him. "I need you. I need your knot. I need all of you."

"Absolutely. But not in here. Let me wash you first."

Ares set her on her feet, and she wobbled uncertainly. He kept a tight grip on one of her hips as he pulled a bar of soap from the soap dish and slid it down her body. She shivered and turned her head, exposing her neck to him.

Ares swallowed hard, seeing the mark from Apollo and the old scar from Titan.

Third, to the party is third best, he heard Titan laugh.

Anger bubbled to the surface, but he pushed it away. No. He wouldn't let either of them ruin this for him or River.

Ares washed her, turned off the water, and stepped out of his ruined suit pants to grab a lush white towel. He wrapped it around her and carried her to his bed. He laid her on it and gently unwrapped her. He took in her beautiful, naked curves for the first time. He trailed his palms down the curve of her breast to the small of her waist and back over the voluptuous curve of her hip.

"Goddess above you are perfect." He pinched her nipple, and she arched off the bed and gasped. "I want to touch and taste every inch of you."

"Yes," she breathed. "But first." She wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped him onto his back.

Damn.

She straddled his hips and pressed her palms into his chest. "I need something else."

Ares' had never been so turned on in his life. Not even when they'd been on the dance floor, and he'd seen her in that bustier and mini skirt.

"Use me and take what you need."

She didn't have to be asked twice. She positioned herself over him, and instead of gently sliding down on him, she impaled herself on his shaft and cried out.

Ares was about to ask her if she was okay when she did it again. The sensation of being exposed to the cool air of the room and then the sudden heat of her body made Ares strain to not climax. Gods above, she felt good.

Again, she speared herself onto him and cried out. Ares looked down to see a rivulet of blood trickle over his hip.

"River stop. You're hurting yourself."

"I need more," she panted. "Harder. I need it harder. I need you to give it to me like you promised Ares."

"I've been trying to be gentle, Little Wolf. You're so small and soft."

River growled in frustration and raked her nails down his chest, opening his skin.

Ares hissed, and she leaned in and licked the lines of blood from his torso just as they began to seal shut.

When she finished, she bent in and bit his lower lip, making him growl. When she looked at him again, all fatigue left her gaze.

"Are you going to give me what I want, or am I going to have to call for Apollo."

Ares snarled and slapped her rear. She shivered in pleasure and smiled.

"Good boy," she whispered.

Ares sat up against the headboard, giving him better leverage and easier access to her full round rear. She slid down on him and then rocked her hips backward, grinding her pelvic bone into him. She shuddered and moaned. He slapped her butt again, forcing her hips forward. She cried out and wrapped her arms around his head, burying him between her breasts. Just where he wanted to be.

River rocked her hips back again, and he slapped her forward once more, and then her rhythm grew faster and more frantic. Ares felt the coil inside him as he drew closer to the edge again. He grabbed her hips and helped her as she rocked him inside her. Her breathing quickened, and just as he thought she was going to climax, she cried out.