by Sam Cheever
Then she had at least a chance of being able to sleep without dreaming of him. A very small chance. Usually she woke up sweaty and breathless, with his name on her lips and need for him pulsing painfully in her drenched pussy.
She slid into the car and inhaled deeply, enjoying as always the rich smell of expensive leather. The car started right up, purring huskily.
Nidras decided it was a highway night.
She drove conservatively until she hit Highway 70 and then she pressed the accelerator to the floor, using her demon senses to shield her from the human police.
Luckily for her it was late and the roads were mostly empty.
She drove for several minutes, until the tautness of her muscles started to relax and she could breathe again without her chest clenching in pain. She turned the radio up so that it throbbed all the way through her body and leaned her head back on the seat rest.
Nidras was growing very fond of human music. She especially liked this Nickleback minstrel. He had a sexy, husky voice…like Hermes. She decided she’d take some of his shiny round music discs back to Olympus with her if she ever returned.
The music was so loud that Nidras almost didn’t hear the piercing sound of a siren coming up behind her. When she finally did, she ignored it for a few miles, figuring they’d just fly past her as they always did.
But somehow the police cruiser had gotten a fix on her.
How was that possible? Had her magics failed?
Unsure what to do, Nidras finally decided she’d better pull over. Getting thrown into jail was not exactly conducive to keeping a low profile.
The cop who pulled up behind her and got out of the cruiser was a woman. She was very tall and shapely for a cop but she wore her uniform well and had her hat pulled down to cover her eyes. Nidras rolled her window down and smiled at the cop as she approached. “Is something wrong, Officer?”
The cop stopped a few feet away from the car door and motioned for Nidras to get out of the car. “Put your hands on the side of the car and spread your legs.”
Nidras frowned, panicking. “I don’t think that will be necess…”
“Just do it!” The cop’s voice was deep and she spoke with a slight lisp but the pretty mouth below the hat was tight with anger so Nidras did as she was told.
“I’ll need to pat you down for weapons.”
Nidras opened her mouth to argue but decided against it. Arguing would just draw the whole thing out. And the last thing she wanted was to antagonize the cop.
She felt soft hands patting her waist and hips and then sliding down her thighs. Nidras bit her lip with discomfort. She wasn’t used to being touched against her will and she didn’t like it. Not one bit. She fought against the urge to lash out at the over-familiar treatment.
When the soft fingers strayed into her crotch she jumped and tried to turn around. “Hey!”
“Sidra!”
Nidras jumped at the familiar sound of his deep voice. Hermes! It couldn’t be!
Husky, unrepentant laughter met his stern tone.
Nidras gave an outraged cry. “Sidra! How dare you touch me so?”
The Succubus pushed her hat back to show startling, navy eyes. “You never seemed to mind before, Princess.”
Nidras felt blood rushing to her cheeks and risked a glance at Hermes.
Damn him to the fiery pits of Hell he was grinning. “What are you doing here, Cupid. I don’t want to see you. I thought I’d made that very clear.”
Hermes glanced at the Succubus and jerked his head toward the idling cop car. “Return the car to the station, Sidra and you can go home. Thank you for your help. I owe you one.”
Nidras bristled at this too. The last thing she wanted was for Hermes to owe the nasty Succubi a favor. There was only one thing they’d ask in return. And Nidras didn’t want to even think about Hermes doing that with the oversexed demons.
Sidra blew her a kiss and sauntered back to the car, swinging her perfect, heart-shaped ass the entire way, just because she could.
Nidras glared at Hermes. “I should just pop away from you right now.”
His grin dropped away. “Please don’t.”
Nidras caught her breath. His beautiful brown eyes were filled with such pain.
“I’ll leave if you want me to,” he told her. “But first I want you to read this.”
Hermes handed her an Olympian scroll.
“Once you’ve read it, if you still want me to go, I will.”
But he didn’t look happy about it.
Nidras sighed and unrolled the creamy parchment. The words were written in large, old-fashioned cursive in velvety black ink. The gods really knew how to make a presentation.
At first she didn’t understand what she was reading. It wasn’t possible. She’d been told she’d have to give up the thing that was dearest to her heart in order to have the power to destroy Grimsbar. She’d done what she’d been told. But the proclamation in her hands was saying that she hadn’t needed to give Hermes up. She’d gotten it all wrong.
Was it possible? Joy surged through her, only to be ruthlessly quashed. No. Something was wrong.
Nidras glared at him. “You falsified this.”
He simply shook his head. “Speak with Zeus if you wish. It’s real. It was pure hell to wring out of the Council but it’s real.”
Nidras turned away, terrified to hope.
After all the lonely days and horrible nights… Tears filled her eyes and she found she couldn’t hold them back. She began to shake.
Strong arms slid around her waist from behind.
Nidras gasped, afraid to give in to the wonder of his touch. “Please, Hermes. Don’t tease or lie. It would kill me.”
Soft lips touched her hair. “I would never do that to you, Nidras. I love you. I want us to be together always.”
She took a shaky breath and closed her eyes. Slowly, she allowed herself to lean into him. Hesitantly, she softened into his arms. Gradually, she allowed her lungs to fill with his scent and her body to react to his touch. “Oh gods, Hermes. I love you. I’ve waited so long for you.”
“I know.” Strong hands turned her so that he could claim her lips with his own. “Gods, Nidras, I know.”
Sobbing and laughing at once, she met his kiss hungrily, frantic with need. After weeks of loneliness and pain, she finally had her heart and soul back.
About the Author
Award-winning author Sam Cheever mixes in a little fun, a little magic and a little real-life spice to create her sexy fantasy characters. Sam’s fun-loving creations fight their way through a dizzying array of dangerous challenges without letting little things like the end of the world, angry, manipulative gods, evil dark-world denizens, or killing Furies dampen their zest for life and hot love!
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Also by Sam Cheever
Gods of Love 1: Nocked Over
Gods of Love 2: Nocked Asunder
Gods of Love: Nocked for a Loop
Also check out Sam’s other books at Cerridwen Press (www.cerridwenpress.com):
Dancin’ With the Devil 1: ‘Tween Heaven and Hell
Dancin’ With the Devil 2: ‘Tween a Devil and His Hard Place
Dancin’ With the Devil 3: ‘Tween Heart’s Fire and Devil’s Delight
Dancin’ With the Devil: ‘Tween Hopeful and Hopeless
Discover for yourself why readers can’t get enough of the multiple award-winning publisher Ellora’s Cave. Whether you prefer e-books or paperbacks, be sure to visit EC on the web at www.ellorascave.com for an erotic reading experience that will leave you breathless.
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