The Leviticus Club (The Olympus Project, #1)

by Sydney Addae

  “Sleep well? No more dream-walking?”

  “Slept great. Just woke.” She turned so that her back was to him. He moved closer. They fit into a perfect spoon.

  His questing hand ran down her outer thigh, returned and moved slowly to her stomach, breast, pinched her nipple and down to rest between her legs. The hard cock pressed against her back clearly said this was more than morning wood. The musky scent of his arousal filled her nostrils adding to the accumulating scents in the room.

  This was different. He didn’t roll on top, spread her legs and get relief. Frowning, she wondered if there was a problem. Turning, she met his gaze with a question on her lips. A question he kissed away.

  His firm lips latched onto hers. The kiss obliterated every thought. All her concerns and questions evaporated like the early morning dew. He moved slightly, his big, strong arms tightened around her, drawing her closer still.

  They broke apart, gasping. Pleasured shock raced through her. Her core throbbed in expectation. She stared into the heat filling his gaze, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. He deepened the kiss, probing with his tongue.

  She moaned at the exquisite feeling of his tongue. “That was amazing,” she said in a whisper when they broke apart. “Teach me how to do that.”

  He stared into her eyes for a few seconds. “Whatever you want.”

  “I want it all. Teach me how to do it all,” she said excitedly.

  His brow rose. “You’ve never had sex before?”

  “Sex? Yes, of course. It’s necessary to have a periodic release. But I want to learn about this.” She ran her hand down his back. “What we’re doing now.”

  “Kissing? Hugging? Hopefully foreplay?” he smiled.

  “Yes. I want to experience it all,” she said wholeheartedly. Her body burned. Her core throbbed in a way it never had before.

  “Okay.” He placed a quick kiss on her lips. “What if this time I show you how good it will be between us and start the lessons next time?”

  Her heart slammed in her chest at the sultry promise in his gaze. Swallowing hard, she ran her tongue across her dry lips and nodded. “Okay.”

  His smile reminded her of a naughty boy who had just been granted his fondest wish instead of punishment. He ran his hand beneath her back and pulled off her shirt, removed her bra and pulled down her panties.

  Exposed to his gaze, her breath hitched as his finger lightly grazed the tips of her breast.

  “Like that?”

  Her skin heated like an out of control forest fire. Tingles shot to her core. Moisture dampened her thigh.

  “Oh yes. Feels so good,” she moaned.

  His tongue swiped across her nipples.

  She jerked and looked down at the top of his head.

  “Shh, let me work,” he murmured against her breast, before drawing the nipple into his mouth. Each suckle from his mouth sent little jolts of electricity crashing straight between her legs.

  No one had ever touched her this way. Shock turned into drowning pleasure as his hand eased down her quivering belly and rested on her mound. Those thick fingers played between her legs, teasing, rubbing and finally entering her hungry core.

  “Ohmigod,” Mia shouted. One hand held the back of his head to her breast the other pressed his hand between his legs as she rolled her hips. When he removed his hand, she groaned and then gasped in amazement when he licked his fingers. The expression on his face was one of joy. He smacked his lips and looked down at her.

  “Tasty. I knew you’d be sweet but damn, woman. I’ve got to have more of you. This is better than breakfast.”

  Unsure what he meant she frowned. When he placed kisses down her body she moaned in delight. But when he kissed her between her legs her eyes flew open and she tried to push him away.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  He didn’t move and didn’t budge. “Beautiful,” he murmured.

  The oral assault included long, leisurely swipes of his tongue between her legs, kisses, sucking and moans from his mouth that shot through her. Never had she felt anything like this. When his finger penetrated her again and the kisses continued she pulled him closer rather than pushed him away.

  “Noah... oh my, never...this is so... please...” her head tossed side to side on the pillow. Her heart slammed in her chest. She closed her eyes to savor the sensations traveling at warp speed through her body robbing her of breath. Something was building. She grabbed his arms and lifted slightly.

  “Noah,” she screamed as wave after wave of bliss crashed through her. Trembling, she sucked air into her starved lungs and stared at the ceiling. What the hell just happened? Seconds ticked in silence. Her heart didn’t slow and the tremors took a few moments longer to stop. The bed moved.

  “Ready?”

  She couldn’t speak if he paid her. Not that it mattered, her body had other ideas and clearly gave the answer he needed.

  “This is just you and me. From now on, this is just us,” he said and then slid into her. He didn’t move, instead, he stared down at her, waiting. She met his gaze, saw the tension in his clenched jaw, the quivering of his muscular arms and realized it cost him to remain still.

  “You’re so damn tight I’m about to lose my fucking mind,” he ground out.

  Sensing his need was as great as hers, she relaxed.

  He closed his eyes, dropped his head for a few seconds. “I need you.”

  “Take me.”

  His gaze locked onto hers. She shivered from the heat in the dark depths. He pulled out and rammed his whole length into her, stealing her breath. He had been so swift it took her by surprise. This was more than needing releases. The hard, fast thrusts were a primal taking. She shuddered in response, lifting slightly to meet each thrust, to give as much as she received. His grunts of pleasure lit a match to her need, spiraling her to another level.

  He pumped hard and fast inside her, rubbing against her velvety walls. A cascade of fire spread throughout her body. Needing more, she dug into his hair, pulled his mouth to hers for a desperate kiss and received a short brush against her lips as she spiraled upwards, faster, and faster, she couldn’t breathe from the intensity of it.

  She opened her mouth, no sound emitted as her body shook wildly from the force of her shattering climax.

  Bewitched, Noah thought as he pressed down onto her, moving his hips rapidly, matching her moan for moan. When her pussy clutched him through her orgasm, he didn't stop to let her recover. He continued thrusting into her as her screams filled the air and no doubt alerted the hotel guest in the next room of their activities.

  He couldn’t believe how tight she was, how sopping wet she'd been when he touched her. His balls literally dripped from her sweetness as they slapped against her. This was heaven. Teeth gritted, his nuts drew up, as he pushed into her. Just a few more.

  His back arched as he called her name as he came so hard, toes curling, legs weakening and stomach tightening. He shuddered and fell like a weak cat. He gulped in air and tried to corral his splintered thoughts. He’d been sexually active since he turned 12 and he could say without question, she had the absolute best pussy he ever tasted or fucked.

  He rolled to the side, pulling her with him. Outside, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed, a perfect complement to the shifting thoughts in his mind. Mia was his addiction. Just thinking about her tight pussy sent blood rushing to his dick. Regardless of how long it had been since he took a woman, he was hitting 40 and normally it took a few minutes to regroup.

  Pulling her closer, he inhaled their mixed scents and knew he would never forget it or her. She snuggled closer and released what sounded like a contented coo.

  He smiled. “Satisfied? If not, I can show you a little more.” He pressed his semi-hard dick into her belly.

  “Noah, I’ve never experienced anything like that.” She leaned back, snared his gaze and he was struck by her sincerity as well as the tears in her eyes. “No one has ever given me so m
uch pleasure or kissed me down there. I didn’t know it was possible.”

  His chest expanded with pride.

  “You do want me,” she said as if it was some new or difficult concept for her to grab before looking at him again. Inhaling, she faced him with shoulders squared. “When I became of age, I was taken by force. Rape is what it’s called now. Over and over until I conceived. When the child was born they took her or him. I have no idea if I gave birth to a son or daughter. I’ve searched for answers for years and have not had a real relationship with a man. I’m not sure I know how. You say you’re damaged, broken, in that case, we are two of a pair.”

  “God, I’m sorry, Mia. I’m really sorry.” Being stationed overseas in poor countries he knew things like that happened. People bought and sold infants all the time. It was a big business. He didn’t know how to make this better for her.

  She wiped the tears from her face and offered a small shrug. “I don’t know who my family is. I don’t know my real name.” She sounded embarrassed.

  “Orphan?” Not that it mattered to him. His parents were dead and he hadn’t talked to his younger brother in at least 10 years. He considered Liam his kin but that was about it. Family could be a bonus or liability, it just depended.

  “Yes, orphaned.” She searched his gaze.

  “I’m sorry for your loss, but it doesn’t matter to me.” He didn’t know what else to say that wouldn’t sound dismissive.

  “That doesn’t bother you? This lack of identity?” she asked leaning up on her elbow, staring down at him.

  “No, should it?”

  Her frown deepened.

  Using his index finger, he stroked the small indentation between her brows. “I want you, the person you are today. The bold, strong, sexy woman I met a few days ago. I care about her, you. I’m not minimizing your losses, I can only imagine how much it hurts and how you suffered. Despite all of that, I think the woman you’re today is pretty amazing.”

  Her eyes widened slightly. “You do?”

  “Yes, I do.” His gaze dropped to her full bottom lip and he pulled her close, urging her lips apart. His tongue slid in as if returning home as he rasped her tongue against his with increasing hunger.

  She held onto him so tight, her fingers left marks. Badges of honor in his mind.

  “You’re incredible,” she whispered. “I’m hot, trembly, and so turned on. What are you doing to me?”

  Bewitched for damn sure by this woman. “Showing you my appreciation, how much I care for you, how much you mean to me. I want to give and receive pleasure from you.”

  She held his gaze for several heartbeats. “I don’t know what to say. It’s never... ever been like this.” Then she smiled brightly and the sun outside joined her happiness as it peeked from behind a cloud. “I really like it. We can do it as much as you want.”

  His heart leaped in his chest. “I will always want,” he said pulling her on top of him. “Are you sore?”

  She frowned and then pursed her lips. “A little but I’m horny too, which makes no sense after what I’ve experienced already. It must be you. Because you make me feel things I’ve never felt before.” She sounded as if she’d just solved a problem and now things were right in her mind.

  Rather than join her one-sided discussion, he lifted her from around her waist. “Line it up and when I bring you close, it will slide in.”

  “Yes, I know this position,” she said taking hold of him.

  If her hands hadn’t felt so incredible wrapping around him, he would’ve changed positions. Nothing they did should remind her of being with someone else.

  As he eased into her, her heat welcomed him. He hissed his pleasure at the velvety warmth. She placed her hands on his chest, lifted slightly and worked her hips bringing him in and out of her.

  He watched her face, eyes closed, mouth open with the tip of her tongue visible she fucked him. He knew when she found her rhythm, knew when she found the spot that would take her over. Her movements became jerky, her eyes flew open with a silent desperate plea.

  He thrust his hips to meet her every move as her hips bobbed up and down on his cock.

  “Noah,” she screamed, moving faster, straining.

  He grabbed her hips tight, pistoned in and out of her, faster and faster.

  Her walls tightened. They were both close.

  She screamed his name again and shuddered as she came once more. Her release triggered his, as she milked his cock with her pulsing warmth.

  CHAPTER 18

  DRESSED IN A WHITE linen tunic, a blue robe and an ephod with 12 stones, the Priest faced the audience and lifted his hands. “Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. We are living in difficult times, there are those who despise God and His mighty works.” He curled his hand into a fist as if grabbing Holy energy and shook it. “They mock the God of heaven while we worship and adore Him. He blesses the works of her hand and love in our hearts to please Him in everything we do.”

  People stood, clapping in agreement.

  His heart soared, as it always did when he stood in front of them. When they responded to his words, peace filled his broken spirit. The Bishop had been wrong to excommunicate him, the penance had been unreasonable and wouldn’t please God. No. God required sacrifice. His voice had been clear, the demands specific, the scriptures made him righteous.

  The priest was specifically chosen to carry out the commands of God and would continue to do so until there was no breath in his body. The Bishop hadn’t understood. Few did. God’s ways were mysterious, but who could question them?

  Not him.

  He’d rather obey God’s voice than the church and though it grieved him, he left the order beneath a cloud of misunderstanding. While the others continued singing he motioned for the 12 to follow him. They entered a small room lined with heavy plastic and a pile of red clay bricks in the corner. In the middle of the room, a blind man lay bound on the ground.

  Sorrow filled the priest for what he must do to please God. Two decades of his life had been serving as a different kind of Priest until God called him away for this special service. As the others took up their places, he quoted a part of Leviticus 22.

  “The Lord said to Moses, “Say to Aaron: ‘For the generations to come no man who has any defect may come near: no man who is blind or lame, disfigured or deformed; no man with a crippled foot or hand, or who is a hunchback or a dwarf, or who has any eye defect, or who has festering or running sores or damaged testicles. Because of his defect, he must not go near the curtain or approach the altar, and so desecrate my sanctuary.” He paused, looked at the blind man again.

  The 12 Elders standing around him spoke together. “Yes, that is what Yahweh says.”

  Filled with righteous fervor the priest lifted his brick above his head. “What is the penalty for those who disobey the Lord?”

  “They are taken outside the camp and stoned to death,” the others said as they each picked up bricks, one in each hand.

  “We will cleanse this earth of those who are not worthy to be in Yahweh’s presence, for this is our mission. Do we accept it?” he asked.

  “Yes, we accept it,” they said together.

  “In the name of Yahweh, we rebuke you, unclean one.” The priest threw the first brick, hitting the man in the forehead. The others threw their bricks until the man’s body was covered in red and blood ran on the tarp.

  The priest lifted his eyes upward. “Thank you, Father, we obey you in all things. We vow to cleanse the earth of those who defile your temple and your presence.”

  Weary, yet elated he waved his hand. Those on the clean-up team moved forward to remove the body from their temple. He and the others returned to the sanctuary to finish the service.

  It was the tenth sacrifice this week. Now that the incinerator was repaired they would be busier than usual. God had spoken to him last week, demanding more and more sacrifices.

  CHAPTER 19

  FEELING BETTER THAN he had in yea
rs, Noah and Mia ate a late breakfast before she checked out of her hotel room to stay with Noah. It was either she stay with him or he’d stay with her.

  Since the hotel room was much smaller, she finally agreed to move. On the way to his place, they stopped by the police station. Detective Gordon had left an envelope for her with the receptionist.

  Inside were the forensics and toxicology reports. “Propofol,” she muttered as she read.

  “Huh?” he asked glancing away from the road to her.

  “Fast acting drug that incapacitates you. Anesthesiologists use it. Not hard to find.” She continued reading the reports.

  “Never had oral sex before?”

  “What kind of sex?” She looked at him, her brows furrowed.

  “Oral. When I kissed you between your legs?” The question had been pushed to the back of his mind behind so many others. Her response from their sexual romp, the utter surprise, and appreciation in her gaze made him feel 20 feet tall. And made him wonder about her past, something they never discussed.

  She grinned, leaned over and kissed him. “No, you’re my first.”

  “And last,” he said with an arched brow.

  “You’re a pre-cog? Can read the future?” she asked with a saucy grin.

  “For that, yes.” He held her hand and turned off the highway toward his home.

  She laughed but didn’t release his hand. When he pulled into his drive, he noted his cousin Liam’s car and cursed. In the past if his cousin had a date, needed a place to bed a woman or just wanted to hang out, he came over. Today wasn’t a good day.

  Noah wanted to be alone with Mia to continue exploring her body and learning more about her. He didn't want Liam or anyone else around. Once he turned off the engine, he said. “Looks like my cousin Liam is here, he’ll be leaving soon.”

  “Is that him?” Her gaze veered from him to his cousin standing on the porch, sans shirt and pants unzipped displaying his pubic hairs.