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If I am so pathetic, why not stand up? Why do you linger?
Why indeed. Part of Tem wanted to stand up. But the other part couldn’t. The other part was drawn to Rowe’s cock because it was a source of power in and of itself. It felt inexplicably good in her core, filling her the way the other cocks didn’t.
Stand up, Temperance. Show me how pathetic I am.
But she couldn’t. She didn’t want to, and they both knew it. Tem was going to see this through. Tem was going to come.
She thought of the council meeting-how Rowe had kissed her center until she came. She pictured Caspen’s hand on the back of his head, holding him against her. It only made her wetter.
Careful, Temperance. What if your heart calls to me?
It never would.
It might. You are drawn to power, are you not?
You know nothing about me.
I know you love that wretch of a human.
For the first time, Tem paused her motions, too shocked to continue. Why would Rowe say that? How did he know how she felt about Leo?
Ah. Rowe smiled, and terror rose within her.
Perhaps I do know you after all.
Tem couldn’t reply.
Basilisks do not take kindly to affairs of the heart, Temperance. What would Caspenon say if he found out how you feel?
He already knows. He loves me anyway.
Does he truly know? Or will he find out when the final tier is over?
My heart will call to him. I know it will.
Perhaps. Or perhaps your marriage will not survive this. What will happen then?
Tem didn’t dare think what would happen then. Everything would fall apart. Everything.
He loves me. No matter what happens, we will survive this.
Rowe shrugged. He was still holding her on his cock.
It will not matter.
What’s that supposed to mean?
It means I will have my revenge.
You swore you would honor the outcome. You-
The only outcome I will honor is the one where I am given what I am owed.
Tem was caught in the crossfire of a generation’s worth of wrongs. This was never about her. Rowe wanted to hurt Caspen, and he did not care how he did it. He’d already broken the rules-already bitten Caspen so he could take his power. Now he wanted to take Tem. There would be no end to his insurgence. Tem knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Rowe would not stop until he was Serpent King.
Terror engulfed her. This was no longer pleasurable; she was no longer turned on. Desperately, her eyes sought Apollo’s.
He was on his back just like the others, watching her with Rowe, his brows drawn with concern. His voice entered her mind: Temperance? What do you need?
Tem shook her head. She didn’t want to fuck Rowe anymore; she was about to throw up. There was only one thing she really needed:
Help.
Apollo sat up without a second’s hesitation, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her off Rowe’s cock with undeniable finality. Tem gasped at the sudden emptiness, burrowing herself immediately against Apollo’s chest. A murmur swept through the arena, but she barely heard it.
Apollo’s arms wrapped around her as Rowe said, “I am not finished with you, Temperance.”
Apollo angled his body between her and Rowe. “Do not speak to her.”
“Why?” Rowe sneered. “Your brother could not stop me, and neither can you.”
“You underestimate my brother,” Apollo snapped. “Which is your mistake.”
Rowe’s sneer only deepened. “You are both fools.”
“One more word,” Apollo snarled, “and I will kill you.”
Tem knew Caspen would have said the same thing. Apollo was no different than his brother in that way, and she almost loved him for it.
Tem stared into Rowe’s eyes, which were utterly devoid of humanity. His mind was no longer touching Tem’s, and in his retreat, she could once more think clearly. He would not attempt anything here-not during an event sanctioned by Kora, not in front of the quivers. It was in Rowe’s best interest to let the tournament continue, regardless of the outcome. His play for power depended on Tem’s heart calling to someone else. It could only do that if she finished the third tier.
There was no place to hide, no time to make any decision other than the one she was oath-bound to make. Tem would do the only thing she could do: continue on.
Apollo.
He looked at her.
Temperance.
Apollo once told her not to come to him for comfort-only when she wanted him to fuck her the way his brother would not. Now she came to him for both.
Fuck me.
Something passed over Apollo’s face-triumph.
His eyes held hers. In them, she saw desire. There was no easier way to wield her power than telling him to fuck her. It was the only thing that trumped everything else-a few simple words that would bring even the most virtuous man to his knees.
Tem wielded those words now, saying them once more: Fuck me, Apollo. Now.
A slow smile spread over his lips.
There were so many basilisks watching-including Caspen-so many eyes on what was about to happen. They had withheld long enough-two planets in parallel orbit, existing beside one another but never crossing paths. It was finally time to collide.
Apollo raised a hand to her face, gently brushing a curl from her cheek.
The arena disappeared. Time ceased to exist. This was between the two of them now, and Tem had neither the desire nor the ability to focus on anything else. It was time to see what Apollo had to offer her-to understand him on a carnal level, the way she already understood his brother. She had fucked ten other basilisks. Now it was Apollo’s turn.
The previous basilisks had left her dripping. Even Rowe had stirred something within her. Apollo leaned back, exposing his cock, which was already hard for her.
Come here, Temperance.