by Marie Medina
Poseidon wanted to blow off some steam after a fight with his brother Zeus, but the fates had something else planned for him. When he sees a beautiful woman on the beach, he aches to touch her. She calls to him, the pull like the song of a siren. She’s mortal, but he doesn’t care. He has to have her. The ache in his body, and his heart, simply won’t be denied…
Poseidon’s Bride
Olympians, Book One
by
Marie Medina
MF, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, LIGHT BONDAGE, ANAL PLAY AND TOY USE
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Poseidon’s Bride
Olympians, Book One
Copyright © 2008, 2015 by Marie Medina
Second E-book Publication: April 2015, SMASHWORDS EDITION
Previously Published in Some Enchanted Evenings anthology, December 2008
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All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
Poseidon’s Bride
Chapter One
Layla stretched out on the sand and stared up into the night sky, letting the sea roll over her legs as the tide moved in and out. Colin would have warned her she’d be stung by a jellyfish lying there like that, but deep down, Layla knew better. Nothing from the sea could ever harm her.
She kicked her feet a little, splashing in the water as it moved back and forth across her legs. The rhythm of the sea felt exquisite, caressing her body like a lover, and she sighed because she felt freer than she had in months. She’d finally made her life her own again.
She had gotten herself settled back in after the high drama of having broken up with Colin. She’d seen the light as clearly as any woman ever would and had succeeded in completely breaking his hold over her. She had to admit she’d enjoyed the lifestyle he offered her, but she could never have loved him or been happy with him. He was handsome, unbelievably sexy, and very successful, but they had no common interests and always did what he wanted to do.
Because that was the way things went in Colin’s world—everything was done the way he wanted it done. He’d always known they had nothing in common, but he’d constantly tried to draw her attention away from that. He would listen to her talk about almost anything, but he always nodded in that way that proved he wasn’t really listening. His parents hadn’t had a thing in common but money, so he saw no flaws in his relationship with Layla. He had a beautiful woman on his arm, a woman he thought was so devoted to him she’d let him walk all over her, and that was all he needed. The successful Colin Merrick needed a wife and heirs—no room for anything else. He neither needed nor wanted love, and to him sex was just that. Sex. Passion and intimacy meant absolutely nothing to him. Emotions, at least the ones that usually brought people the most pleasure, were things he simply didn’t have time for.
When she’d tried one last time to explain how she felt to him, he’d actually had the nerve to tell her that she’d never find another rich man who’d want to marry her. According to his narrow, little worldview, all any woman wanted was a rich man to take care of her. Thinking he was any girl’s dream come true with his hot body and fat bank account, he’d just winked at her and told her she’d always get whatever she wanted. He’d genuinely thought telling her that would do the trick and she would fall right into line with his plans and never complain again. He thought money was the way to a woman’s heart. She’d thrown an expensive glass of wine in his face, making sure it splashed on his suit, before storming out of the restaurant. She hadn’t even bothered telling him that he could never give her the only thing she needed—love.
So now she was back in her little cottage by the beach, unsure what her next move would be. But for now, that was okay. She’d missed her long walks on the shore at night, the waves lapping at her ankles, and the sound of the surf. She loved the sea more than anything else, and everything felt right when she was close to it. She sighed and stretched, staring up at the sky as the waves soothed her.
She belonged there. She felt the most peace and happiness by the ocean, even if she was alone. She didn’t need a man to define her or make her happy. If she did meet the right one someday, she’d know it. Nothing gave a girl clearer vision than finally seeing how wrong someone else had been for her.
* * * *
As he watched the girl on the beach, Poseidon began to feel playful. He’d been furious after an argument with his brother Zeus over a girl who had rightfully been his, but he felt his anger seeping away. Zeus could have the deceitful trollop. This girl was voluptuous, all curves and long, auburn hair. She wore a skimpy, black bikini and lay on the sand, staring up at the stars. Poseidon’s body responded immediately as he watched the sea lapping at the small piece of black material between her legs. He briefly imagined her stripping her bikini off and walking into the sea, seeking his embrace. She dove under the water, then tossed her wet hair over her shoulder, salty water running down her beautiful body as she rubbed her breasts, then let her hand trail down between her legs. The water warmed and then swirled around him as he moved closer to her with that image in his mind.
She seemed completely at peace, and he could feel her love of the sea, as though she were one with it, just as he was. It was evident in the way she moved her legs, the way her body welcomed the ocean’s wet caress. This girl was special—she had something he had not felt in a long time, something that called to him like the siren’s song. His eyes drank in every inch of her. He moved closer and stretched his hand out. The water that moved around her formed a hand, and when the tide rolled in again the hand moved up her thigh to graze her sweet center.
* * * *
Layla sat up and looked down at her legs. She didn’t see anything, but she was sure something solid had brushed against her. It had actually felt like a hand—a big, powerful hand. She scanned the beach, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. She was completely alone. She pulled her legs closer to her body and looked at the sea as it shifted back and forth in front of her. She found nothing in the water, not even a strand of seaweed or a stray shell.
She stretched her legs out again, not willing to be scared away because something had touched her. She might have even imagined it. She had, in fact, been thinking about how long it had been since she’d had sex. Real, satisfying sex, that is. It had only been a month since she’d last slept with Colin, but the satisfying part of their nights together disappeared long before that. He’d been amazing in bed at first, adventurous and skilled, but once he felt she was hooked, their lovemaking had become much quicker and turned into a much more one-sided affair. That last time, a week before she’d broken up with him and moved all her things out of his place, he’d only made the lamest attempt at foreplay—tossing her on the bed and running his tongue over her breasts for about thirty seconds—before fucking her roughly. The next morning, she’d woken up sore in more ways than one. She shook her head, but then sighed. She wasn’t going to keep thinking about Colin.
As she traced circles in the sand beside her leg, she began to think more and more about how sexually unfulfilled she’d been in recent months. She leaned back on her elbows and closed her eyes, imagining a gorgeous man with olive skin and jet-black hair lying beside her on the sand. The man in her fantasy began to kiss her and caress h
er body, causing her own hand to move down to her bikini bottom and slip inside it. As she rubbed her clit, the water swirled around her legs. She lay back on the sand completely and moved closer to the water, letting it move between her legs again. The sea felt amazing against her, and she smiled because she knew this was going to be the best orgasm she’d had in a long time.
* * * *
As he watched the girl pleasuring herself, Poseidon had to restrain himself from helping her. His cock begged him to take her immediately, but he simply watched, enjoying the pleasure on her face. He knew he could easily take her at this moment, become one with her in the waves without her even knowing it, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Not this time. He’d had many beautiful young things in just this way, but he knew he would want this girl more than once. He also wanted her to look into his eyes and know who gave her such pleasure, the kind of pleasure that would only come from a true and willing coupling. With one thought he made the waves around her stronger, just a little bit, and he enjoyed watching her writhe and arch under his power. Her wet breasts heaved as she moved her head to the side, her mouth open.
He allowed himself one erotic treat, stepping silently from the sea and lying down beside her, just close enough to feel the heat coming from her body. His eyes consumed her body and her face as she came closer to her climax. One touch of his hand would make her his, and his own powers coupled with her arousal would make their union so sweet, but still he held back. Now was not the time. He wanted only to enjoy her pleasure. He closed his eyes for a moment, and all his senses became one with the sea. He licked his lips as he tasted her sweetness, and then he smiled as he glanced back down at her. In the next moment she fell apart, crying out, unashamed to let the sea, and her unseen admirer, hear her pleasure.
As her body trembled and her shaking hands moved up her body and over her breasts, he knew he needed to leave. But the stubborn part of him wanted one last thing—to see what color her eyes were.
She opened her eyes and stared up at the sky, then her gaze darted to him, and in that moment he let the sea carry him away in a mist, holding in his heart the memory of those bright green orbs.
* * * *
Layla sat up quickly, her body still shaking from her release. The orgasm had been amazing, but had she really seen what she thought she’d seen? As she’d opened her eyes to look up at the stars, the man from her fantasy had lingered a bit longer than she’d expected. Yet, he hadn’t been exactly like her fantasy. She knew she hadn’t seen a real man, but how else could she explain the fact that her fantasy lover had brown eyes yet she’d found herself staring into blue ones in that last second? His hair had seemed longer too. And his body had been even sexier.
Layla looked up and down the beach, but nothing stirred. She knew she was alone. The thought of someone watching her made her blush, but there was no place close for anyone to hide. She blushed even more as she thought of the man again because she knew she would have willingly gone into his arms. Her body tingled deliciously as she thought of really making love with such a man here in the waves. She couldn’t help sighing. She’d probably never meet such a man, much less sleep with him, even as a one-night stand, but she could certainly take the vision of him to bed with her that night. She laughed and shook her head. She stood up and grabbed her towel. “I probably just need a cold shower,” she told herself. She took a deep breath and looked out across the waves one more time before walking up to her cottage.
Chapter Two
Poseidon watched her go into the small cottage and couldn’t help laughing at his good fortune. He’d rarely spent time in this alcove before, and he suddenly felt grateful Zeus and Gloria had chosen to make love on this beach, mocking him by straying so close to his domain. They were gone, so they didn’t matter anymore. He dove into the waves and made his way back to his temporary home. He made a note to summon more servants, as he might end up staying longer than he had planned. He wanted to meet this girl. He didn’t yet know how he would do it, but he would eventually come up with something.
He felt an intense need for release when he entered his bedroom. His lovely neighbor certainly had potential, and watching her come had made his cock harden and ache for her. He didn’t even bother to dress, thinking he might make one of his servants very happy by allowing her to give him a massage and ease his pain.
“There’s no need to summon anyone. I’m more than happy to oblige, my dear Poseidon.”
He turned and saw Hera reclining on his bed, her eyes alight with desire and naughty ideas. She wore her flowing dark hair in a tight chignon and her ample bosom and long legs were covered, and beautifully sculpted, by a dark gray business suit. He’d forgotten she was still playing at office politics under the assumed identity of a hotel heiress.
He smiled hungrily at her, but then he shook his head. “Not tonight, Hera. You’ll have to find someone else to play with.” He donned a red silk robe and tightened the sash around his waist, just to prove he wasn’t teasing her. The robe, however, didn’t do a very good job of concealing his erection.
She rolled her eyes and pouted, but then she laughed. “I usually have to find someone else to play with. Zeus tends to be off doing any girl he can catch. I can’t say that I mind. It gives me a great deal of freedom, plus he comes home with new ideas from time to time.” She continued to devour his body with her eyes. “And he always comes home.”
He laughed. “Of course he does. Even he can’t shake your spell.”
“It doesn’t seem to have taken with you,” she teased. “I’ve been waiting for over an hour. What did you do to get yourself in this…aroused state?”
“I decided it was time to move on,” he said. “And I’d say I’ve found the perfect girl.”
Hera eyed his enormous, throbbing cock and shook her head. “Perfect, huh? Then how come she left you wanting?”
Poseidon felt he might regret sharing, but he knew the information would be safe from Zeus, if from no one else. “I didn’t actually make contact with her, but there is definitely something about her that could keep me satisfied for more than just a few months.”
“She must be mortal. Otherwise you’d never have hesitated in making her yours.” She rolled onto her stomach and made herself comfortable with a pillow, her standard position for such conversations. “So, tell me what was so captivating about this little nymph. I can’t remember the last time a mortal truly turned your head.”
He indicated his still hard cock and stepped into the bathroom. “I have other matters to attend to, if you don’t mind.”
Hera laughed. “Tell me as you do it. It’ll heighten the experience for me.”
Poseidon smiled as he began stroking his cock. Not a bad idea. “She’s beautiful, voluptuous curves, long, auburn hair, amazing green eyes.” He closed his eyes and imagined her lying on the beach, her legs spread, her pussy wet with the sea and her own honey, eagerly waiting to receive him. “A body made for loving.” He thought of her hands on her breasts, her hand stroking her hot core, and he knew he was done for. “And she’s beautiful when she comes!” His mind was full of her as his orgasm took over. He yelled loudly, wishing he knew her name so he could make the walls shake and echo it back to him.
After he came back to himself, he took a deep breath and washed his hands. He grabbed a pair of black pants and a black shirt from the closet before going back into the bedroom.
Hera was still sprawled on the bed, practically purring. “You’d have had me going over the edge if you could have lasted long enough, darling. With your stamina, she must have had you close. She must be amazing.” She got up and pointed a finger at him. “So tell me how it came about that you saw her come. This ought to be very interesting.”
He smiled. “I might have had something to do with that.”
She narrowed her eyes. “But you said you didn’t make contact with her.”
“She was lying on the beach, enjoying the feel of the water, so I helped her enjoy it a little more.”
Hera’s eyes sparkled. “What did you do?”
“I touched her, just once, only a slight caress, and then she did all the work.”
“Right there in the sea? You could have had her. I daresay you’d have gotten more pleasure from it, and then you wouldn’t have come down here teasing me with that gorgeous, hard cock of yours.”
“But I didn’t want that, not this time. Seeing her pleasure was enough.” He pointed at his cock with a smile. “That was just a little detail to take care of afterwards. I thoroughly enjoyed our encounter. It was an entirely different release. You know what I mean?”
Hera nodded, and he guessed she was thinking of an Irishman she’d had quite a long fling with about twenty years back. She’d actually gone after him the mortal way and been thoroughly satisfied with the results. “I see. She sounds like she was made for you. The sea definitely has a…charming effect on her.”
“I felt it, her love for the sea. She’s been brought to me for a reason. I’m certain of it.”
Hera raised her eyebrows. “You sound quite serious.”
He nodded his head in agreement before meeting her gaze. “I think I might be. There’s no other way to explain this feeling.”
She put a hand on his arm, all teasing gone from her face. “If you need anything, I’ll be here for you. Even if you just need to talk.”
He took her hand and kissed it briefly. “Just dangle a nice brunette in front of your husband if he tires of Gloria too soon. I don’t want him meddling with this one.”
“Do you even know her name?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t even try to read her mind. I was too caught up with looking at her.”
