by Sotia Lazu
I shake my head, inhaling her scent. “You don’t have a choice. Know why? Because any reason your mind comes up with for us not to be together will be out of fear, and I won’t let fear dictate our future. The bond between us is in place, which means you love me too. Deny it if you will, but I know it to be true. I swear to you, I don’t care about leading the gods or ruling humans. I only care about spending eons between those lovely legs of yours. And I plan on getting started right now.”
She opens her mouth, but I’m done arguing. I cup a hand at the base of her skull, and close the rest of the distance between us to slant my mouth over hers.
“Sei—”
If she can talk, I’m not doing my job. I nibble on the tender flesh of her bottom lip. Run my tongue along the seam of her mouth, and when she parts her lips, thrust it inside, the way I want to thrust my cock into her pussy.
She massages my tongue with hers, and I skate my free hand down her back, to squeeze an asscheek and lift her to me. When she parts her legs and wraps them around me, I rub my shaft against her center. Her heat sears me through the layers of clothing I wish weren’t there.
And now, they’re not.
’Cause I’m a fucking Olympian, baby, and reality is my bitch.
Chapter Twenty – Irine
Sei’s cock is rubbing along my slit, his pants and my underwear and shorts magically gone.
Is this another dream?
Tears burn my eyes. This isn’t real. He isn’t here.
But the other dream wasn’t a dream either.
“I’m real,” he says. “I’m here. I’ve surrendered my kingdom for your love. Now can we focus on having the most amazing sexual experience of our lives so far?”
I laugh, and I sniffle, and I rock against his hard shaft. “Someone’s cocky.”
He pumps his hips, the tip of his cock bumping into my clit. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m immortal, filthy rich, gorgeous, powerful, and I get to do this forever.” He uses his grip on my ass to lift me, positions his cock at my entrance, and slams me back down.
He’s big, and the sudden intrusion hurts, but I’m impossibly wet after his declaration of love. He gave up everything for me.
“Not everything.” He lowers his head to nuzzle my neck, and then closes his teeth over the flesh where it meets my shoulder, but he’s somehow still talking. “Didn’t you hear the part about me being gorgeous, rich as fuck, and fully restored?”
So he’s an actual god? Does that mean—
“Yes, it means you’re immortal too.”
I don’t have time to be upset again, because he’s moving inside me, guiding my hips up and down, urging me to ride him. His cock stretches me to this side of pain, but with every deep stroke, pleasure overtakes the throbbing ache, stoking the fire in my womb.
“I didn’t make this choice for you.” His words are spoken in my head. “The bond solidified before I knew it was happening. And I’m not going to apologize for being happy to have you with me till the end of time.”
We may or may not pick this up again later. For now, I want to focus on the ball of white-hot pleasure swirling in my core. I’m close.
“Oh no. Not yet.” He slides his hand into my hair, twists his fingers in my curls, and pulls until my spine is bent to an uncomfortable angle. He pistons inside me hard, and for some unfathomable reason, I refuse to give in to the orgasm tugging at me.
Nothing unfathomable about it. He told me not to come, and I won’t. Shit, I hate how good it feels to submit to his will. I clench around him, and he works his hand between our bodies and pinches my clit. He doesn’t rub it. Doesn’t add the nudge of friction I need to fall over the edge. Just applies enough pressure to make me impossibly wetter. Trembling with need. Ready to beg for release.
He pulls out, and I want to cry.
“On your knees,” he barks.
Yes sir.
His chuckle says he heard my response, whether I spoke it aloud or only thought it. Embarrassment makes my face heat up as I turn over and prop myself up on all fours.
“I’ve been thinking of this ass since the moment I first saw it.” He caresses one cheek, then gives it a playful smack with his fingers.
I swish said ass, craving the contact with his warm palm. “On the plane?”
“Before that. At the airport.” The next smack is harder. Leaves behind a sweet sting that he rubs into my flesh.
I moan, my pussy dripping fresh liquid down my inner thighs.
“I’ve been thinking of spanking it till it glows read, and then fucking it.” His slap lands at the apex of my thighs this time, its force pressing my face to the pillow. He squeezes my ass with both hands and spreads the cheeks. I clench, instinctively, and he drapes his body over mine, to whisper, “Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head. “Nah uh,” I grunt into the pillow, as he slaps between my legs, one sharp hit that has me trembling.
But his hands are still on my buttocks. He’s using the mind thing on me again, and—unf—that’s absolutely fine. Fingers slip inside my pussy and back out, spreading my juices up to my second entrance.
He can’t mean to just push inside. I’ve never had anything up there before, but according to my purely theoretical knowledge of the act, it requires copious amounts of lube. Which I don’t see Sei producing.
He skates one palm up my back, to rub his thumb across the nape of my neck, then glides it back down in a slow, languid stroke. It’s relaxing but doesn’t make me forget the digit pressing tight circles around my asshole. He caresses me again, like I’m a large cat, and I languish in the attention. When he nudges my legs further apart so he can slide his long, hard shaft between my lower lips to bump my clit, I hear myself mewl.
“You like this, huh?” He pushes the tip of his finger in my ass, barely past the first tight ring of muscle.
“Yes.” I squeeze around him, and he tilts his hips so his cock enters my pussy. He inches inside ever so slowly, his finger in my ass the only thing keeping me from pushing back against him. A cold liquid drizzles down my crack, and the finger in me withdraws enough to dip in it before wedging in my tight hole again. When I clench, Sei flexes his hips, shoving more of his impossible length in my pussy.
A shiver runs down my spine. I push against him, urging him on, but he doesn’t move. Buried inside me as far as I can take him, he reaches around with his free hand—or his naughty mind—to pinch my clit. A second finger presses into my asshole. It won’t fit. It burns. But he rubs my clit and pumps his cock inside me, and I feel myself stretch around the intrusion.
It doesn’t feel bad. Uncomfortable, maybe. The fingers push in deeper, and his cock slides out of me. When he thrusts into my pussy again, a third finger is nudging at my ass.
“Can’t,” I mumble into the pillow, even as I push back, greedy for more of him.
He brushes my hair aside and kisses the nape of my neck. “Should I stop?”
I shake my head. Nope. Never stop. Never.
He rubs his cheek against my shoulder, stubble grazing my skin. “Tell me what you want. Or think it. You’re a goddess now. To will it is to make it so.”
If that’s the case, I really will his third finger in my ass.
It’s a snug fit and stings even when he adds more lube, but the sensitive nerve endings in the area register something more than pain. Pleasure. Naughty and forbidden and delicious. And not nearly enough.
“Relax,” Sei whispers in my ear as he slips out of my holes.
I feel empty, until the tip of his cock presses against my asshole.
“Breathe,” he thinks at me.
I could will away everything that stops me from taking his dick inside in one thrust, but I want to experience this fully. I inhale and let his palm on my ass pull me back into him. Slowly, so very slowly, he enters me. He doesn’t pause once the head is in, but rocks his hips gently, burying his length inside me a fraction of a centimeter at a time.
“You’re not breathing,” he says.<
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He’s right. I exhale and gulp in another desperate breath, as he bottoms out in me. His hand draws soothing circles on the small of my back as he withdraws and drives forward again, this time in a slow, long stroke. The pain is a dull throb, drowning under waves of tingling pleasure.
When he’s all the way in me now, a second cock materializes in my pussy. One drives forward as the other slides out of me, and back again. They piston in me in turn, stretching me and pulling me apart and putting me together in a swirl of pure bliss.
My belly clenches around a ball of white-hot pleasure. I can’t tell where one sensation ends and the other begins, as Sei’s mouth magically closes on my clit and he sucks.
Jolts of electricity pierce my womb, sending rays of rapture to expand beneath my skin and make me burst with light and love. My legs give out, and Sei’s grip on my hips is the only thing keeping me in place as the second cock disappears from my pussy, and he pounds my ass for all he has.
I revel in the shortening of his breath, the jerkiness of his last few thrusts, the groan he lets out as he comes inside my ass. I did this. I made an Olympian come so hard, he crumbled on top of me.
If I could breathe with his weight on me, I’d stay here till morning. I’m sore and sated and so very tired of the roller coaster that’s been the past couple days. Wait. I’m a goddess. Do I even need to breathe?
Sei chuckles and props his weight on his arms. He rains kisses on my shoulders and back, as he slips out of me. He disappears, and soon after, a warm wet towel caresses my ass. “I’ll draw you a bath,” he whispers and nibbles my earlobe.
I manage a sleepy laugh. “You don’t have a bathtub.”
“I do now. And it’s more than big enough for two.”
Chapter Twenty-one – Sei
“You can’t fucking abdicate.” Ares smacks Hades’ shoulder. “Tell him he can’t fucking abdicate.” He continues his pacing along my living room, shaking his head and mumbling to himself.
“You cannot fucking abdicate,” Hades echoes, sitting straighter in his armchair. “Especially over a mortal female. I’m sure, with time, she will come to accept her new circumstances and—”
“You’re not listening.” I look from him to the rest of our brothers and back again. The only reason I keep my calm after repeating myself three times already is that I’m still riding the buzz of a job well done after thoroughly pleasuring my woman. Well, that, and the calm that accompanies coming half a dozen times in twenty-something hours. “I refuse to claim my birthright. Hades, you will have to step in as head of the Pantheon. You’re next in line.” According to who we used to be.
“Does C know about this?” Hephaestus asks. His worried tone implies what we all fear. Our grandfather won’t be pleased to find out I’ve turned my back on my destiny.
A sliver of dread winds its way around my gut, and I rub my eyes. “Not yet.”
C has cared for us for years. He wouldn’t hurt us.
Though he’s the only person—if he’s a person at all—who has the ability to unsettle me. From the moment we met, I’ve known he’s much more than he lets on, and if he decides to seek retribution for my wasting his time and resources all these years, I may have a hard time defending myself.
No. That’s my childhood awe of him talking. I’m no longer that kid whose foster mother didn’t love him. Not the teen who resorted to his fists to prove his masculinity more often than not. Not the young adult who sought C’s approval of every decision he made. If C comes after me, I’ll fight back. And for my mate, I’ll win.
Though I’m shielding my thoughts at the moment, Hermes is always attuned to others’ feelings. He claps me on the back. “He’ll be happy for you, man. You’ve found The One. You’re mated. You’ve ascended. What more could he want for you?”
For me? Nothing. For himself? C has never been clear on what part he is to assume in this new world we’re creating. Time will tell, I suppose, and it will be Hades’ problem, not mine.
I don’t want to be thinking about C. I want to be in the next room, with Irine. Inside her. Planning our forever. But I’m not done here.
“There’s something else,” I say, partly to change the subject from C and partly because they need to know.
“What now?” Ares grumbles. “Are you looking to give away your hotels too?”
I ignore his childish outburst. “Old memories have been surfacing. As in old old. I recall being the original Poseidon.” If C hadn’t insisted on treating us all like amnesiac versions of our initial Olympian selves since the beginning, merging these memories with our current reality would be exponentially harder, but now I can accept the man I used to be as a part of me.
Reconciling myself with some of Poseidon 1.0’s actions may take some time, though. The silver lining is that I found out he—I—wasn’t the casual rapist mythology paints me as. Unlike my brother Zeus, who never met a no he didn’t curb, I only bedded willing females—and that long list included Medusa, who was my eager lover, not my victim, all those centuries ago.
I watch my brothers’ faces for reactions, and only see casual interest in their expressions. Except for Hades. His scowl is more intense than usual.
“Do you remember being that man, or do you remember instances as if you witnessed them, rather than experiencing them?” He leans forward, hands cupping his knees. His gaze is piercing, as if he’s trying to read the answer in my mind.
It’s an odd question, and a more sentimental one than I’d expect of him. “I remember everything I did, experienced, and felt,” I reply. “Like it happened to me.” Which it did. It’s all so convoluted, and Irine is naked, and can these guys abide by my wishes and fuck off?
Hades’ brow furrows further. “I see.” He rubs his forehead, and it’s as if the motion wipes his expression blank. “Will you tell C, or should I?” he asks, all business now.
“I’ll do it,” I say.
Denny hasn’t objected to my declaration so far—just watched, listened, and nodded on occasion. His eyes are red rimmed. He’s drunk too much, even for the upcoming god of wine—assuming he eventually deigns to ascend. A mortal would be getting his stomach pumped at this point. Guess I’m not the only one nervous about this change of plan. His chuckle sounds real, when he says, “You’ve got bigger balls than I do.”
“We’ll see how much good that’ll do me.” I need to talk to C about something else, too. About Lena, as she goes by these days. But not until I’ve told Irine.
And Hades must be informed about the whole Aphrodite-is-back thing, since she may be challenging his reign—all the guys should know, but I won’t be the one telling them. I’d rather not piss off C more by breaking his trust.
Hades huffs. He may not be as vocal about his disapproval as Ares is, but he’s clearly upset. Why? Does he think I’ll change my mind, or is he worried he’s not ready to lead the Olympians? Whichever the case, I promised Irine I’d stay out of this from now on. These assholes are my brothers in all but blood, and I’ll always be connected to them, but I’m separating my future from theirs.
For the next three months, I’ll help prepare Hades for the throne, and then my mate and I will move to London, to carve out our own place in this world without letting other gods and their politics affect us. To the degree that’s possible, of course.
Distance may help Irine find a way to break the immortality thing to our parents, and I can pretend not to meddle with my brothers’ affairs, since I’ll be half a continent away. And I say pretend, because with my ability to blink anywhere in the world, distance only exists on maps.
“You know, I’m jealous,” Hermes says in a low voice.
Ares lets out a snort. “Of what? Losing the world over pussy?”
Hephaestus coils, about to pounce, but I’m faster. I blink in Ares’ path and land a punch on his jaw, careful not to use my new and improved godly strength. Even this gentle tap sends him flying into the chrome and blown-glass floor lamp, that crashes against the wall in an
explosion of glass. Fuck. I liked that lamp.
And I can remake it.
Later.
I glare down at Ares. “You don’t talk about my mate like that again. Got it?”
He sits up, rubbing his chin. His fierce grin reaches his green eyes. “I’ll pay you back for this when we’re on equal ground again, brother,” he says, taking my proffered hand to climb to his feet.
I return his smile. “I won’t hold my breath. Now, if you don’t mind, it’s been a long day.” And I plan on it being a longer night.
One after the other, my brothers say their goodbyes, and they’re off. A pit in my stomach tells me I’m not in the clear yet, but I’m not calling C. I’m going to fuck my woman and get some rest. Besides, if he’s as all-knowing as I believe him to be, he must have known about this before I did.
Perhaps he did.
But then he’d have stopped me.
Unless this was how things were always supposed to go.
If C wished for Hades to be ruler supreme, though, why not say so from the beginning?
“Sei? Are the guys gone?”
Irine’s voice snaps me back to the here and now. Everything else can wait.
Including what I need to tell her about her sister.
The End
Keep reading for a taste of Olympians Ascending, Book 2 - Happiness for Hermes
Chapter One – Hermes
“You want me to become a model.” I level C with the flattest gaze I can muster, careful to keep my lips from twitching.
He must know I find the idea ridiculous. He knows everything.
“Aren’t I a little long in the tooth to just now be starting a modeling career?” I’m only thirty-two, but most models peak around twenty-five.
“It’s not a career; it’s a job. And I know you’ll be good at it.” He arches a brow.
I don’t find C as intimidating or antagonistic as Sei and Hades always do, but then, I’ve always been more secure in who I am than those two. I’ve accepted C as our supernatural grandpa, and I don’t try to outwit him every five seconds. So he knows the future. So what? I know it too—the important bits.
