(Apollo)
Apollo stood outside her door, body braced against the stone wall, every muscle locked and trembling.
He hadn’t meant to stop here. He hadn’t meant to listen. He hadn’t meant to let the bond drag him like a chained beast back to the place he feared most: Her.
But when the first sound slipped through the iron— a strangled gasp, choked and desperate— slammed into him like a weapon.
His breath vanished.
The second sound— a broken whimper. His claws punched into the wall.
The third— the “Oh Gods” cried out like a plea.
He pressed his forehead to the stone, teeth bared, eyes shut. “Don’t,” he growled at himself.
But the bond surged again—hot, wild, demanding.
Her pleasure vibrated through it like lightning striking the centre of his chest.
Then—the unmistakable rise of her br
