by L. A. Boruff
“Let me see the pipe,” I say. He starts to laugh as if he thinks I just figured out his joke. I close the distance between us and grab him by the belt buckle. Tugging him in closer to me, I look up into his face. “I said, I want to see the pipe.”
My command makes him harder through his jeans. I can feel it now resting on the fingers I have splayed across it. He brings both his hands up and begins to unbutton his pants. I take a step back to watch the show. His eyes never leave mine, but they sure do go right through me. I want this man, more than I wanted his friends. I have no idea why I feel this way, but there is such a strong pull to him. His energy is so right; it feels a little like mine. I begin to pull my shirt and pants off. I need to feel my skin on his, even if we are in a bathroom. He slips his jeans down past his hips and springs his cock free from his boxer briefs. His thighs are thick and corded. I can see through his shirt how his stomach is flat and chiseled. This man is good enough to eat.
“Sit,” I command. He walks over to the chair and takes a seat. His cock is so hard; it is standing straight up, waiting to be sat on. I walk over and unbutton his shirt, slowly lowering myself onto his thighs. I rub my hand down his chest and give his nipples a pinch. He sucks his teeth and lets out a low groan. I lean in and press my mouth to his. I run my tongue along his lips before demanding entrance into his mouth. He lets me in and wraps his hands around my head to deepen the kiss. He weaves his hands through my hair and gives a gentle tug. My hand goes down and automatically finds his cock. I begin to rub it up and down in small languid movements. It feels smooth like velvet. I can imagine what it would feel like in my mouth. I get a bit wetter thinking about it. Too bad we don’t have time for more foreplay. He hisses into my mouth in pleasure. I break the kiss and stare into his eyes a bit. I start to rock back and forth causing delicious friction between both of us. I hitch my legs up a bit and put the tip right at my entrance. I look into his eyes as I lower myself down slowly until he can’t take it anymore and slams up to meet me. I start to move in a punishing rhythm. His face is full of lust, and I revel in the fact that I caused it. My breath is coming in pants, as I dig my nails into his shoulders. My hips get into a rocking motion, and his hands come up to grip my ass. This is pure sin, pure luck.
“You’re going to make me come, Luck,” he whispers, into my ear. He threads his hands back into my hair, and again he gives it a wonderful tug. Chills run down my body and right to my clit. I pull one hand from his shoulder and sandwich it between us. I rub my clit furiously to match my thrusts. I let out a groan and move my hips faster. I am about to explode all over him.
“Luck,” he moans, as his whole body tenses and his cock spasms inside me. I clench around him in my own orgasm and milk every last drop. I fall forward and place my head on his shoulder trying to catch my breath. That was fucking intense.
* * *
Walking out into the bar again I see the competition is in full swing. Sosha and Ian are the last ones standing, as I predicted before. She is slightly ahead, but they both look worse for were. Ian is semi slouched in his chair, and his eyes are half closed. Sosha is swaying to the beat of the music having not a care in the world. I approach Nicky and ask how things are. She gives me the thumbs up, so I go out into the crowd and start to mingle. I see a few regulars and catch up quickly with them.
There are couples all over each other, and the good vibes abound. I can feel the energy in the air, and I absorb it through my pores. As a goddess, we need certain energies to live life on earth. This is one of the ways to get it. The other is mass deaths. I like to live on the lighter side of life, so I stick to parties, clubs, my bar, and sex dens. It feeds me what I require, and no one dies.
I feel someone approach me from behind and wrap hands around me. "Where did you just come from?" Damian whispers in my ear.
"You know exactly where I have been. You sent him to me," I counter back. I can feel him chuckle against my back, and a smile crosses my face. I wish I could look into his eyes right now. He places his face in the crook of my neck and inhales my scent. It seems a little odd, but I must smell like sex personified. Thinking back about what I just did in the bathroom, makes me want to take him back into my office again.
Turning around to face him because I need to see his reaction, I ask him, " Did you think I would be squeamish about taking three men into my bed?"
He smiles large and counters with, "It's not a lifestyle a lot of ladies like to participate in." He shrugs his shoulders, but I see it in his eyes. He is exposing some of his inner self. It’s taking a lot for him to say this to me.
"I'm not most women. I'm actually the farthest you can get from a regular woman," I tell him. I give his arm a little squeeze and lean to kiss his cheek. I feel his hands come up and wrap around my waist. Before I know what is happening, we are in a full embrace. My head is tucked under his chin, and I inhale the scent of him, just as he did to me; peppermint and musk. He smells safe. It’s making my insides do a little flip flop. I look up into his eyes, and gesture with my chin toward the back room. His shocked look turns into a grin as he pulls me back into the hallway. We don’t make it far. He slams me up against the wall in the hallway. His hands grab my wrists, and he pins them above my head. Leaning down, he makes contact with my mouth. His kiss is fierce and urgent. If I had more time tonight, I’d take all three of them upstairs, and show them what it is to be fucked by a true goddess. He releases my wrists and finds my breasts underneath my shirt. He twirls my nipples between his fingers and gives them a little pinch. I squeeze my eyes from the pain and bite his lip in response. My hands come up, and I unbutton his jeans. I can feel him getting more aroused, and his energy is skyrocketing to new heights. It feels so fucking good. I soak it all in. My pores are pulsing with the energy he is giving off. It is so powerful; I know I am glowing. Holding my glamour when I am this aroused, is hard. Thank goddess his eyes are shut in ecstasy.
All my patrons are too busy out in the main room to worry about what is happening here. I put a little spell on the entrance to the hallway, just in case someone stubbles back here. They will automatically turn away. I created it to make them feel like there is danger when they approach.
I slip my hand inside his pants and find his hard cock. I begin to stroke it slowly at first, and then I increase in speed. My arousal is so pronounced, I can feel the moisture pooling inside my underwear. He groans around my mouth, as he pushes me further into the wall. His left leg shoves mine open and grinds it against my aching core. It’s not going to take me long to come.
His hands leave my breasts and find the waist of my pants. He makes quick work of undoing the button and zipper. Slipping into my pants, he finds my clit like a pro. His fingers apply just the right amount of pressure, and I feel the tingles start moving up my body. It’s my turn to moan into his mouth. I buck into the contact, and it causes me to lose my stroking rhythm. He doesn’t seem to mind, as I grip his upper arms and arch my back. I break the kiss and bite my lip. I haven’t felt like this in so long. His speed increases and I see a smile spread across his face. My pleasure is making his ego flare. At this point, I could care less. A few more circular motions and I fly into oblivion. My guttural scream is so loud; I am worried my spell won’t hold.
I steady myself against him and try to slow my breathing. Looking up, I see him smiling down at me as he buttons himself up. “Don’t you want to finish?” I ask him.
“Watching you come like that, was so glorious that I don’t even need to finish,” he counters. This beautiful man is so confusing. I lean in and give him a long, grateful kiss. That orgasm was something I will always remember. One last sniff of that wonderful peppermint and I’m pulling away.
"Get back to work," he says clearing his throat. I furrow my brows and think about what just happened. He must have lied; he needs something more tonight. I nod and walk off to find Nicky.
* * *
An hour later the competition is coming to a close. There is no way I am letting the
se two continue. Walking up to the DJ booth, I grab the mic from Chris again, "Ok everyone I am calling it!" Boos sound around the room, and I am starting to feel some anger filter into the air. I need to shut it down quick. Not only is it bad for the crowd, but it is something a goddess could get addicted to. The swirl of angry energy is like a shot of the best drug. It hits your system and creates an unbelievable sensation all around you. You never want to be without it again. This is why so many gods and goddesses are on the dark side. The addiction is too great.
"Ok, that's enough. Let me finish," I say. "I am going to call the game, but I am going to open up the bar until we close, so everyone is drinking for FREE!" I yell out the last word so that it pumps up the crowd. They all scream in a roar, and before I can even walk down the stage, Chris has the music playing and people are dancing and laughing. The energy redirects to happiness and contentment, and I am saved for another night.
I weave over to Ian and Sosha to make sure they are ok. "Hey Sosha, you good? You gave this big idiot a run for his money huh?"
"Ya...wee fecker disnae know how to hold his shite," she slurs. Did I say Sosha was from Scotland? She totally is and is such a little ball of fire.
"I cannnn sooo hold my liquor. I waz just tryyyinn to be eazzzy on ya," Ian stammers out. Yeah, he's fucking wasted too.
“Alright, Ian you go in the back office and lay down while I find Santino and Mackenzie and Sosha I'm calling you a cab. Go sit with Nicky while I get everything sorted.” They both listen to my requests and walk over into their appropriate places. I take out my phone and order Sosha a cab from the cabstand around the corner. Mostly everyone uses Uber, but I like to know who is driving me or my drunk patrons around. I can’t take any chances sending customers home, especially very drunk ones, with the wrong people.
I walk back into the office to make sure Ian is there, and sure enough, he is passed out on the chaise. His huge frame is too small for my little chaise, so his feet are hanging off. I go to the cabinet and get out a spare blanket. I cover him and look at his very handsome face. This guy would make any woman lucky.
Santino and Mackenzie are at the bar when I get back up front. "Ian is crashing on the chaise in my office. You guys sticking around, or do you want me to call him a cab after he's slept it off for a while?"
"We are staying until you leave. What we got before was just a taste, and we are all still hungry," Santino says as he stares into my eyes. Those blues are going to get me every time. It might be nice, not being alone for the night.
"I see, and what makes you think I want to partake in another round?" I ask, popping my hip in a saucy manner. He is so beautiful that I'm just about to lean in and kiss him.
"I can smell it on you," he says while taking a sip of his drink. He looks directly into my eyes, and I try to understand what the double meaning is here. There are few creatures with such a sensitive sense of smell, and humans are definitely not one of them.
"I would ask you what you mean, but I have a feeling you are going to tell me," I say. I push my goddess powers out a little and reach around his energy. I usually do this before I am intimate with someone, but these guys have me all wound up. It wraps around his whole body, taking in all that he is, all of what he is.
He raises his power and wraps it around mine. As soon as they meet, I know instantly what he is, shifter. Fuck I should have known. This changes everything. The smile I was sporting turns into a frown. "How fucking dare, you!" I yell whisper at him.
He gives me a smirk like it's nothing that I just slept with his inner pack. I could punch something right now. In fact, that is what I do. I lay one back and punch him directly in the face. "Fuck you Santino and the wolf you rode in on," I yell. A few customers turn to look at the spectacle, but I just block their curiosity with another spell. I don’t need to explain to anyone why I punched Santino in the face.
My punch may not be as effective as if another shifter did it, but I am not a human, so it will sting in the morning. I stare into Santino's face and he lifts his arms up in surrender and says, “I was just following the Alpha’s orders.”
He was following the Alpha's orders? Who the fuck is the alpha? “Who is he?” I growl. Damian walks up to us, and says, “I am.”
Now, I just have to find out why this alpha decided to do one of the stupidest things a supernatural can do. Glaring at both of them I say, "OFFICE. NOW." I don't wait to see if they are following me. I can feel their anger behind me. I don’t know what they have to be angry about, they are the ones that tricked me. My blood is boiling, and I am feeding off of them. This is not good. Shifter anger is a whole other can of worms. Mass human death and anger can feed me for months. A shifter war could keep me fed for years, and I think I know why these fuckers walked into my bar tonight.
Ian is snoring on the couch when I walk in. "Wake the fuck up!" I scream at him. He startles awake and then looks at my face. His whole face tells the truth, he's just as disappointed about this as I am.
They file in, and I slam the door shut. "Start fucking talking, or I am going to start zapping you assholes and your fur won't be able to help you," I growl at them.
"Luck, we didn't know what you were at first. I swear. My wolf picked up on something interesting, and we had to come and see for sure. Then when I had you, well my wolf went nuts. He wouldn’t stop until I claimed you as pack. So, the others, well...we had to. If you aren't claimed by all three, you would have been vulnerable. I didn't want anything to happen to you," Damien says. This explains why Ian happened to walk in on us. Fucking wolf telekinesis.
"Do you know what I am?" I ask him. He shakes his head no. Alright then, let's show this fucker what he’s gotten into. I drop my glamour and pull out all my goddess powers. I start to glow a golden color, so much brighter than before. My skin is brushed with sparkle, it looks like I am made of spun sugar. My green eyes shine like emerald jewels and my red hair lights on fire with a blaze so bright that humans would have to shield their eyes. I am a fucking goddess, and they need to realize what they just did.
All three of them jump in surprise. Their reactions make it clear to me that they have no idea what they did. Damian takes a step in front of the others, in a protective gesture. He wants his pack safe, whether he considers me in it or not. I start to pull energy from the room to me. It starts to pick up, and a breeze whips around the room. Papers go flying, and my hair rises in the air around me. I look like I am floating in water.
My voice reaches a deeper octave. It's hard to control myself when I am in my true form. "I am Tyche the Goddess of Luck, Fortune and Destiny. Daughter of Zeus and Aphrodite, and the guardian of this city’s gates. A goddess who can give great fortune to those who deserve it and take away everything from them if they don’t. I help people to find their way, keep despair down, and make this world a little happier, but my powers can be evil. I can give someone a run of bad luck. I can destroy lives with a flick of a finger. I have leveled cities with just a few thoughts. You have just entered into something that you don't understand. I am an unmated goddess, a goddess whose father is the ruler of all the Gods. I never chose to make the decision to mate with anyone, and then you fucking morons come blundering in my bar. You three mated with me, do you know what that means?"
"We um...we have no idea. We aren't born wolves. We were bitten by the same perp a few years ago. We can't even find a stable pack to join, so we just stay together. It's easier than trying to explain to people what we are." Santino says. I can see the fear in his energy. That’s good, he should be afraid.
"You don't know anything do you, well let me outline this for you three, you just signed your death warrant. Mating with a goddess puts you up to be chopped wolf meat for all the others I rejected. Every god and supe who asked to claim me over the millennia and were never given permission are allowed to challenge you three in order to get a piece of this,” I say, gesturing to my body. I am truly horrifyingly beautiful in this form.
I am so fucking mad that
my power releases and they fall to their knees. My energy wraps around them, and I see it all, the things they want the most. A stable home, a pack of their own, a place they could run, and love. They mostly want to be loved. There is real fear there too, but also sadness. They are lonely. If I am being honest, so am I. This is the powers of my destiny bringing us together. For the first time in a long while, I am cursing being a goddess.
"Get up," I say, as I turn off my power and bring up my glamour. I now look like the regular Luck they first met. No more glowing skin, and regular color eyes. The wind in the room dies down, and it all returns to normal.
"What does this all mean?" Ian asks, with a quiver in his voice. He seems sober enough now. Shifter's digest alcohol better and faster than humans. Sosha really is a badass if she could almost drink a wolf under the table.
"It means you idiot, that we are now bonded. Stuck together. Our lives are forever intertwined, and nothing but death can separate us. There is only one way out of this mess, and you aren’t going to like it. We have to enter the gauntlet, and you three fucking idiots have to fight for the right to be with me," I explain. I’ll give it to them; the astonishment is real. I can't feel anything sinister. They had no idea.
"We didn't mean to do that Luck. We didn’t know about this at all," Santino says. His eyes are a little glassy. He must be the omega. He isn't sad for them, he is sad he took my choice away. I feel guilt rolling off of him in waves. His energy could be so addicting, all the feelings he transfers.
"I should be a hell of a lot madder than I am. You guys really made my life a thousand percent harder. I was comfortable here. I like the bar, the people, and my simple life. But it's been a very long one and I haven't had someone by my side in a very long time. My last permanent boyfriend was over 100 years ago,” I say, with anguish in my voice. I’m really not looking forward to the near future.
