Kiss of the Goddess (Grecian Goddess Trilogy Book 1)

by Tessa Cole

  Then he sucked on my nipple and my thoughts scattered. It didn’t matter how he looked at me or anything else. There was just overwhelming, sizzling, sensation. His mouth teased my nipple into a tight bud with a firm insistent pressure, his hand kneaded the other breast, and his fingers on my thigh teased closer and closer to where I desperately wanted him.

  My breath picked up and so did his, and a faraway part of me knew that meant he was enjoying himself too.

  He teased a finger through my folds and slid the slickened tip over my clit with another whisper of a touch that made my whole body hitch, not just my breath.

  A low sensual moan fell from my lips, drawing a hum of pure masculine pleasure from him that twisted my desire even tighter.

  With the hand on my breast, he gently pressed, urging me to lie back, and then slowly swept his lips down my stomach, sinking lower and lower, until his breath teased my curls and my pulse pounded in anticipation.

  Oh, God! Was he really?

  He looked up, his eyes catching mine, as if to ask permission.

  Yes he was!

  “Please,” I breathed.

  His expression heated, and he dipped lower.

  A few of the previous men I’d been with had done some perfunctory fingering, but never oral, and I’d always wanted to know what it would be like to have a man — especially one who knew what he was doing — kiss me down there.

  And Rion knew exactly what he was doing.

  His warm breath caressed my sensitive flesh, making me squirm, before he started tormenting me in the most amazing way with this tongue, teasing it through my folds, flicking over my clit, and then — oh, God yes — sliding it into me.

  A low moan escaped with one of my shaky breaths. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding on for dear life, savoring the sensation and not wanting it to end. I wanted him to make me come with just his mouth alone. And I was already so very close. Just a little more. Just a little harder and faster.

  But he didn’t pick up the pace, just kept tormenting me, building my need into a simmering ball that grew bigger and tighter.

  I squirmed, my fingers digging into his scalp, until the ball burst in a glorious release more powerful than anything I’d experienced before.

  My head tipped back as my muscles contracted tight and I half-cried half-moaned my satisfaction.

  “That was—” I breathed, my thoughts spinning, my breath ragged, and a voice inside me growing louder and louder begging for more. More more more.

  Rion lifted his lips away and looked up at me through the veil of his blond hair falling across his eyes, his gaze, full of desire, sliding over my body, making every inch of me burn.

  His blue eyes captured mine and held me there for a long moment, stealing all breath and thought. Then he slowly stood, his long thick erection rising above the edge of the bed, making my pulse pound and my mouth dry with anticipation.

  My heart thundered in my chest, my blood rushing in my ears, and I raised my gaze back to his.

  Breathtaking, heated need filled his eyes, sending a shiver of another climax racing through me. I shifted back on the bed, making room for him, and opened my legs in invitation again.

  He didn’t hesitate, claiming the space and running his hands up the insides of my thighs, urging me to open wider.

  His thumb brushed my clit again, nearly sending me over the edge, and tiny tremors raced through me, promising me another incredible climax.

  The desire in his eyes turned into a vortex, pulling me in, worshiping me, making me feel like I was the only woman in the world for him, and with a rush of wind, his wings swept out behind him.

  My thoughts stuttered, filled with awe and longing.

  Right. Wow. I’m about to be fucked by an angel.

  He leaned down, his wings flapping slightly so he didn’t need his arm to support him, and his face hovered over mine, that curtain of hair creating a private space, where only we existed.

  “For my goddess,” he whispered, as he pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance.

  I squirmed, trying to inch closer to him, urging him to enter me. But he captured my hips in his large hands, his thumb still tormenting my clit, and held me in place as he slowly, oh so agonizingly, incredibly, slowly, pushed into me.

  Every sensitive nerve in my channel, already awakened from my first orgasm, thrummed with sensation. I’d never felt like this before, like I’d burst into flames if he didn’t start moving, but I also knew he was taking his time to let my body adjust to him, as well as to torturously draw out this incredible moment.

  I was panting with need, my body twitching on the verge of release again by the time he’d fully sheathed himself inside me. Then, held aloft by his wings, he began to rock his hips with long slow thrusts. Out and in. Out and back in.

  His thumb swirled circles on my clit in time with his thrusts, while his other hand swept over my stomach and back to my breast, teasing my nipple again.

  It was sensation overload with the friction of him moving inside me, the insistent pressure against my clit, and the rough kneading on my breast. It stole my breath and twisted me tighter than I’d ever been before with the promise of an even more powerful climax.

  His pace picked up, the pressure from his hands growing as his own desire started to overtake him. His breath came fast, his masculine groans fueling my own, until my eyes rolled back and another orgasm rolled over me in a stunning, breathtaking wave.

  A whimper of bliss mixed with heartache escaped my lips and a tear seeped from beneath my lashes.

  I’d been sleeping with all the wrong guys. No one had ever made me feel so satisfied and so beautiful before. A part of me whispered that was because he thought I was a goddess, but I shoved that fear deep down. Right now, in this moment, to this incredible, sexy man, I was special and adored. I mattered.

  “Goddess?” he whispered.

  “More,” I managed to gasp out. More more more. I never wanted this feeling to end.

  “As you wish,” he said, his hot breath caressing my lips.

  He drew himself out so very slowly and I felt at the same time empty, and in great anticipation of his next passage into me. This continued, the slow filling then withdrawing of that amazing length of his as he gradually picked up pace. His face moved from over mine to kiss my neck and shoulders, breasts and nipples.

  I lost track of time, of meaning, of everything except the purity of pleasure he brought me. I cracked my eyes open and watched in awe as Rion moved above me, his wings sweeping forward and back, brushing air over my hypersensitive skin. A white light radiated from his body, making him look even more like an angel. The glow grew brighter and brighter, until my eyes watered and I had to shut them.

  But shutting my eyes only made my senses lock into the sensation of him moving inside me and how he’d already brought me back to the highest point of need again. So quickly, so amazing.

  Every muscle in my body thrummed, my desire twisted tight, and another powerful orgasm crashed over me, burning away all breath and thought with raw, glorious, satisfaction.

  With a few more powerful strokes, he groaned and tensed inside me, our bodies locked together, sending another rippling orgasm rushing through me. I cried out, gripped in the final waves of release and the world behind my closed lids spun around and around and around, filled with bright, flashing stars.

  My back arched off the bed—

  No all of me arch from the bed. I felt nothing below me, only Rion’s strong arms around me, holding me close, my breasts pressed to his hard chest.

  With a sigh, I opened my eyes and fell into intense, bright blue eyes, filled with adoration and desire, then glanced to the side and realized we were flying, hovering over my bed as he finished in concert with my final ecstatic climax.

  We stayed aloft for some time, as he shuddered and moan, my core clenching tight around him, his heartbeat pounding in his cock against my sensitive channel.

  After a long heavy glorious momen
t, we sank back to the bed, our chests pressing against each other with heavy breaths, tiny tremors still rushing through my muscles.

  “Does my goddess require more?” he asked, his voice dark with masculine satisfaction.

  Hell, yes! But I wasn’t sure if I could take much more in that moment. I was wrung out, weak as a kitten, and still spinning on elation and flashing starts and satisfaction.

  “No, Rion,” I gasped. “Thank you. Oh God, thank you so much.” I reached around his neck and pulled him closer. It occurred to me only then, that in all that, he hadn’t kissed me on the lips even once.

  I raised my head and pressed my lips against his. He gasped and I slid my tongue into his mouth, teasing it against his, and showing him with my lips how much I’d enjoyed what we’d done, how much it meant to me to feel so thoroughly satisfied.

  He jerked back, his eyes filled with confusion and surprise. “Goddess?”

  “Yes?”

  “You kissed me.”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you mean it?”

  That was a silly question.

  “Of course I did,” I giggled, my mind and body still whirling with my incredible releases.

  He nodded slowly. “I accept.”

  I had no idea what he was accepting, but I went with it, too far gone into warm, exhausted joy. “Good, ’cause here’s another.”

  I pulled his face down to mine again and this time, when his lips touched mine, I felt a spark, like a static shock. For a moment it was painful, burning my lips, then as our mouths crushed together it soothed and from my lips a warm tingling sensation spread out, filling my body and seeping into my soul. I was the most accepted and fulfilled I’d ever felt. Tears of joy left my eyes as peace swept over me. For the first time in a very long time, I felt completely relaxed, serene, and loved.

  I didn’t want this moment to end, so I didn’t release him for a while. By the time I did, he was glowing again, only faintly this time.

  “My angel,” I said as my arms fell away from him and a deliciously delighted dreaminess came over me. My eyes fluttered shut as he lifted away from me.

  I felt blankets put over me, and I wafted away into soft, sensual dreams.

  Chapter 11

  Aethan

  Rion strode from the goddess’s bedroom, and I could swear he was glowing. The lean man was never smug, but he stood tall and proud with a slightly awed and bewildered look on his face.

  Zeus’s balls, how I envied him.

  It hadn’t been right that I’d been in the bathing room, cleaning up when the goddess had made her choice. I knew, if I’d been there, she’d have chosen me, but the fates had decided that wasn’t to be.

  “The goddess is resting,” Rion said softly. Of course she was. He’d tired her out and now the rest of us would have to wait. Crow-eaten bastard!

  We were gathered around the kitchen table and Rion came to stand before us. I could smell the tang of sex and sweat on him, making me even more jealous.

  A slow, silly grin spread on his face, something I’d never seen on him before. “And, she has chosen me as her bonded mate.”

  “What?” I blurted. This couldn’t be true. How could she have picked her mate before having tried the rest of us?

  Del made a similar surprised exclamation. Keph, of course, since the large man had never been one for extreme emotions, only gave a soft huff.

  “She kissed me.” Rion’s fingers drifted up to his lips as if he still couldn’t believe what had happened. “It was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. The bonding rang through me, like I was a bell. I can still feel it.” He drew in a long breath and as he exhaled, his shoulders rolled back. I think this was the first time I’d ever seen him fully relaxed, and now I was sure he was glowing.

  With the sinking sun of the late afternoon wrapping Goddess Annie’s residence in dusky twilight, it was becoming clear that Rion really was the sole source of light in the room.

  “A bonding kiss?” Del said, surprised, jerking me away from Rion’s glow and back to the point. “A true kiss?”

  Rion nodded. “Indeed. I wasn’t sure if she’d just been caught up in passion. When I asked her if she meant it, she said yes and kissed me again. It was upon the second kiss that I felt the bonding claim me. I’m hers now and she’s mine. Irrevocably.”

  I bit back a groan of frustration. That was it. The rest of us were just dead weight now. She’d made her choice and a bonding kiss was sacred. It was a formal pact between man and woman, a vow for all eternity of love and fidelity.

  Some said there was actually ancient magic in a true kiss, but I didn’t much believe in magic.

  Although from the way Rion was talking about his experience, perhaps when a bonding kiss came from a goddess there was a higher power involved in sealing the vow.

  Agitated, I rose from where I’d been squatting — since the chairs in her apartment were meant for legs of a different shape than mine. I could have shifted into my man form, but I hadn’t liked it when I’d been forced to trudge through the cold as one, and had reverted back to a satyr as quick as I could. It just felt so much more natural, more balanced and agile. Though, oddly, I hadn’t felt quite as awkward with my man-legs for that short period between stepping out of the alley and arriving at Goddess Annie’s residence, which was a first for me.

  Needing to get away from the not-even-smug bastard Rion, I strode across the room. Except it wasn’t far, not nearly far enough to ease the frustration churning inside me, and certainly not as far as I would have expected for a goddess’s residence.

  Man! I couldn’t believe this. I’d been waiting for a chance to pleasure the goddess since yesterday. My cock ached in anticipation, like it had been aching since I’d first laid eyes on her, and now, if I was going to get any relief, I had to do it myself.

  Far too often I’d had to take control of my own release. Some might say that was because I got aroused far too easily, which… may be true. But it wasn’t my fault there were far too many attractive women in the world. And far too few who wished to be with me.

  I clenched my jaw and bit back another groan.

  The trouble was, I couldn’t really be angry at Rion. I knew why he’d been chosen first. Some small part of me knew that even if I hadn’t been in the shower, she’d have chosen him. He was the noblest of us all, the most forthright and pure.

  Most of the time, when the four of us got together, we went carousing: drinking and wenching. Rion drunk his fair share, but he and Keph were always more sedate with the women, rarely being with one and taking their pleasure.

  And when Rion did take a woman, he actually took them to a room instead of coupling with them in the cantina, like nearly everyone else. Even Keph, the few times he’d found a woman who was willing to try his massive cock, coupled casually. The women would sit astride him as he sat upon the floor because it was only sex after all. It didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t like they were kissing these women on the lips. No such grand gestures were made, no promises, and the women were well aware of it.

  Most were eager to be with someone like Del or Keph — since those two were both extraordinarily well hung. But it wasn’t like I was lacking in that area. Sure, I was the smallest of the group in every way, but I could still please a woman.

  Yet there was something about Rion beyond his cock that seemed to draw women.

  Perhaps it was that slight standoffishness, the difficulty in landing him.

  Although I suspected it was more than that. Something to do with that noble nature of his.

  It wasn’t like I treated women poorly. I just… lost control of myself sometimes, led around by my cock instead of my head or heart. Lusty was how I put it. Yet I also knew that even among other satyrs — who were a sensual people — I was a bit more taken with passions than usual.

  I told myself it was because I was still young and full of life. Yet I could also see how my overly lusty nature scared some women. I just… didn’t know how to control i
t.

  And I’d hoped…

  My shoulders fell. I’d hoped that Goddess Annie would help to heal me. Perhaps sex with her would help to heal whatever it was that was wrong with me, help me gain some measure of control.

  But now that was impossible. She’d chosen Rion.

  I desperately wished to return to my world and forget all about the amazing goddess that I’d thought would change my life.

  My stomach churned with disappointment and frustration and my gaze leaped to Rion. As much as he was a dear friend, I felt betrayed. And Gods! I couldn’t look at him, couldn’t stand to be in the same room.

  I jerked away and marched back to the bathing room. After bringing myself to a release, I had another shower, this one cold and uncomfortable, but that at least helped to tame my raging desires.

  I was in a more level mind, if still a foul mood, when I stepped out of the bathroom to rejoin the others.

  Except the second I stepped into the common room, the world around me stuttered to a halt. The strange sounds of the street outside became drawn out, the three other guys, who’d been turning to look at me, froze suddenly trapped in time.

  Was this the darkness that was after Goddess Annie? Was she in trouble?

  I rushed over to Del and waved a hand in front of his face, except he was still looking at the bathroom door.

  “Del?”

  What was happening?

  “Guys?” I started to turn to Rion when Del’s gaze slowly, agonizingly slowly, started to shift from the bathroom door.

  Oh thank the Gods, he wasn’t frozen. But he was moving extremely slowly and that was still a serious problem. If the darkness was this powerful, I, alone, wasn’t going to be strong enough to protect our— Rion’s goddess.

  The world snapped, the force like a punch in the gut, stealing my breath. Del’s gaze jerked to me, suddenly back to normal speed, and I staggered to the side, catching myself on the long bar between the cooking area and the eating area.