Legends and Myths of the Demigoddess 1

by Owen Oakley

  Roman’s movement draw my attention, and I leap closer to him, watching as his eyes peel open. They moved around taking everything in until they settle on me.

  “Hey,” I say, the only thing I could think of at the moment. He rewards me with a cheeky grin that makes butterflies rise in the pit of my stomach and well, flutter from my skin.

  Once that smile hits me it was the first real moment I could breathe again and just as I get comfortable, allowing the air to flow from my lungs he steals it back with his next words. “Leave us.” His voice is laced with need, longing, and so much lust.

  Fox for once didn’t have to be told twice, he disappeared while Traci just smiled throwing me a knowing look. Roman doesn’t take his eyes off me, if I didn’t know any better, I would think he was staring into my soul, it sure as hell felt like it.

  Traci made her way back to the door, not bothering to look back. “I’ll let them know you’re in good hands,” she says before leaving. I don’t register her words; however, I lock the door again before chaos hit me… good chaos.

  31

  R oman’s lips were on mine, and it was nothing like the kiss we shared in the greenhouse. This was a kiss of passion and appreciation. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I opened it, letting him in.

  My hands roam through his hair down to his chest and abs where deep gashes and bruises once were.

  As I journey further down his pelvic area, it reminds me of how naked he was. I want him, no; I need him, but I wasn’t sure I want my first time, and ours together covered in blood.

  Sensing my reluctance, he pulls away, but not upset like I thought he would be. He tilts my chin, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. “Shower?” He ask with a smile. If I didn’t know any better; I’d think he was inside my head or just in tune with my wants and needs.

  I nod, impatient and about to hop up from the bed when strong arms grab me and swoop me up from where I was.

  I squeal taken by surprise; his level of intensity would have been scary for me weeks ago but now this was just plain hot as hell. I welcome it.

  He carry me into the shower without hesitation snapping his fingers, my clothes fall to the floor and he let his gaze linger over my body. A sight that he was seeing up close for the first time and he wanted to etch every single curve into his memory.

  My wardrobe left nothing for the imagination, but he still hadn’t seen everything I have to offer. My modesty was far from gone when I first realized what I was and having a sexy supe like an incubus want me, only heighten the experience.

  I couldn’t wait any longer the heat in my belly matched the hunger Roman had in his eyes and I wanted nothing more than for him to take me.

  The shower turned on and his lips were back on mine as he rolled my nipples with his fingers making them taunt into pebbles. I moaned, leaning into his touch, while his erect cock jolt in front of him. I glued my hands to him, exploring the hard rigid in his stomach’s abs and the rock smoothness of his chest. This man’s body was what they based Greek statues on.

  The light made the water glisten on both our bodies. We washed each other as the blood mixed with the water, carrying down the drain. I could kiss him for the rest of my immortal life. When we were clean with every intention of dirtying each other again, I smiled up at him.

  “I can’t wait another minute,” I admit breathless. I watch as amusement danced in his eyes. Just to prove how serious I was, my fingers snapped and teleported us back into his bed. His smile was so big it lit up the entire room and made me wetter than I already was.

  Sensing my need, he cupped the nape of my neck and his lips met mine again. My heart was pounding a thousand beats a minute.

  He rolls me underneath him in one motion as he stared into my eyes, caressing my cheek. “Are you afraid?” he asks in that velvety incubi voice of his.

  I’ve never had sex before but I’m sure questions like those are turn offs. I shrug in response, removing my now sweaty hands from around his neck. “A little, I mean a little pain mixed with pleasure I can deal with that,” I reply with a smirk.

  Roman search my eyes. For an incubus he was killing the vibe. His concern for my level of comfort wasn’t misplaced but his timing was.

  I sigh, two seconds from telling him we should wait before he placed his hand over my pelvic area. Warmth covered me like a blanket, and I moaned softly.

  Everything about this man was unadulterated passion. His hand moved from my stomach until his fingers hit my slick slit and with each thrust inside my pussy, he added a new finger. A low whimper was all the encouragement he needed.

  Roman’s lids closed, with his lips parted. He was feeding from my lust for him and boy was there enough to fuel him for a lifetime. He needed this to help him finish healing, and I had no quarrel about being his sole source. My hips bucked up against his fingers that increased and caught my rhythm in time. His thumb worked my click, quicker until heat hit my core and I exploded, vibrating as I rode my orgasm.

  I open my eyes, aware that my mouth was wide open. Roman smirked at me and a finger fuck wasn’t enough.

  “I want you,” I whisper, my voice low and husky. He kissed his way up my inner thighs swirling his tongue in a twisting pattern, and it was driving me crazy. Foreplay was a curse and I wonder if he was stalling.

  Did being with a virgin make him nervous? Had he ever been with a virgin? I pushed all of those feelings aside for later. “Now.” I hissed as I grabbed his arms to close the distance between us.

  He lined his hips with mine, his cock at my entrance and I told myself ‘remain relaxed.’

  The tip slid in just a little, inch by inch, he opened my pussy into a beautiful flower, and I felt something give away, the best part? All I felt was pleasure. We both heaved a sigh. Roman’s cock stayed inside of me not moving an inch, I needed to adjust.

  When the first thrust happened, my back arched off the bed and my mind was a haze of pleasure. My tight, wet sex gloved him, so he hissed with each stroke he took.

  It was my first time, but I was hooked on it. Nothing has ever felt this good nor would it ever. Years of not able to feel anything and here I was feeling in both ways.

  My orgasm was right on the edge of hitting and it would be twice as big as the first one. I moved my hips in time to meet him, fucking him back for everything it was worth, and I screamed as I went over the pleasure cliff.

  A few minutes later Roman gripped the headboard bracing himself with a groan as his warm come filled my inside.

  Was this a bad time to bring up protection?

  32

  Demetri

  W e watched as Traci left Roman’s room; Aiden’s brow quirked. I was right there with him. “He’ll be fine. Sabine healed him. He needs his rest.”

  No shit he needed his rest. I’ve known my brother for hundreds of years and never have I seen him act irrational and without thinking. Sabine has gotten to him and I don’t like this one bit. First Aiden now Roman.

  I nod to Traci to bid her good day. We were all exhausted and now Ardam would be Tor’s target. Ardam was the only free realm left and one prophecy and Nymph threaten us all. Tor wouldn’t stop now until he searched this place and tested every Nymph here. We had to devise a plan and quick.

  The sooner we find this Nymph and handle the situation the better.

  “What now?” Aiden ask staring at me while I drown in my thoughts.

  “We need a plan and we need them to help,” I tell him pointing at the door. Aiden, forever the proactive one wasted no time turning the doorknob that didn’t budge.

  He look back at me and I sigh, hoping there’s nothing going on in there, other than resting.

  It confirms my suspicion when we hear moans and groans filter beyond the cherry oak door. Aiden’s body stiffens and if he was anything like me, his cock was rock solid.

  Sabine was an exquisite beauty and her awakening only enhanced it a thousand-fold, even though her defiant nature and attitude drove me crazy her curves made a m
an want to trace every inch of her. I’m certain that’s what Roman was doing. My face soured as a twinge of jealousy hit me and I try to shake it away, but it clings to me like a bad dream.

  Despite the arousal I sense from Aiden he was livid and understandable; we didn’t make it easy for him when he confessed his love for Sabine. We all had a lot to sort.

  “Well,” he state gawking at me like I grew three heads in the short time we had been standing there. My brow raised on its own accord. “Aren’t you going to stop whatever’s going on in there?”

  That was a loaded question. “You, two jumped and threatened me for telling her ‘I loved her’ but now because it’s your precious blood bond brother you stand aside with no action.”

  Well, yes. Sex isn’t love. Aiden was in dangerous territory and he just loved bringing up the fact that Rome and I are bond by blood something unbreakable, a blessing and curse wrapped in one package deal. He’s always harbored ill feelings from it, and I regret not including him but he’s Fae, his people would never had allowed it.

  Aiden’s love for Sabine would only have him doing stupid things as it sometimes made people in love act; like not holding up the sacred and sworn an oath he took a long side of Roman and I. Possessiveness. The list was infinite.

  As I’m aware Roman was inside getting his rocks off with Sabine, I’m also confident it’s only physical. Roman’s an incubus for realm’s sake, a passion and lust demon, refueling; nothing more.

  “You and I both know Roman doesn’t love. In all of his existence has he ever loved anyone? Or come close to it?” Aiden shifted from one foot to the other, nibbling at the bottom of his lip as he glanced over at the door no doubt thinking about breaking it down.

  “It doesn’t matter. Feelings are feelings whether emotional or physical. As you stated, we have much to discuss. Which leaves no time for Roman to get his dick wet.”

  This would not go well. I gestured to the door refusing to argue about this another second.

  I just hope my confidence in Roman wasn’t misguided then again it wouldn’t be the first time I was wrong.

  33

  Roman

  I can’t bask in the afterglow of being with Sabine before that asshole Aiden starts banging and jolting at the door. I knew it was Aiden because it wasn’t Demetri’s style to be a blatant cockblocker, well at least not to me.

  I push the childish behavior aside and turn my focus back to the goddess beside me, literal goddess and she had taken my breath away.

  In the centuries of my life, never had a woman blown me away. I was addicted with thoughts on when I could have her again. The energy she provided me with, hummed in my veins stronger than the fire that’s already there.

  I could use a day’s worth of magic and still have enough strength to move a mountain. Her once hazel eyes that were now emerald green was a sight to behold and one, I’d have to get used to. As I stared at her naked body that she hadn’t bothered to cover up and I remembered when I first met her.

  She was timid, but I knew she was a diamond. Sabine was not only a powerful demigoddess but a natural leader and nothing stirred my cock more than seeing her tell Dem off or standing up for what she wants and cares about.

  There was no doubt she was the woman for me. Sebastian, my Minotaur had spoken that much and marked her in his cold muscled heart. Anything he wanted was my wants as well and we had chosen well. I wouldn’t dare tell her, she has enough to worry about.

  Although, I was worried how this would turn out with Cairo, too many men after one woman was a recipe for disaster, add in all of them claiming her as a mate? Utter chaos.

  My only regret was hurting her, but Sebastian is hard to control when he takes over, usually, I don’t want to because if I call on him it’s to destroy. He had to touch her, and he doesn’t realize his own strength. I stroked her cheek as she leaned into my touch.

  “I’m sorry,” I say with hurt in my words. She blinked those thick lashes giving her eyes a hooded look. “I put you in danger and I never meant for that to happen. I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you Sabine.”

  She silenced me with a finger to my lips. “Shh... nonsense you saved my life. I just wish I could’ve done more. That asshole wouldn’t let me go.”

  By asshole she meant Dem. He did what he was supposed to do, protect her, even if that meant me dying. Apart from that, those two were giving me whip lash.

  They both were fighting something that was deeper than what the eye could see. For realm’s sake they’d have to get it together or at least reach a compromise. Today’s events only proved we were in danger, especially Sabine.

  “I need to tell you something,” she says, licking her lips drawing me into her. She inhaled closing her eyes with her mouth agape.

  I held her hand conveying the ‘you can tell me anything’ message because she could, my heart already belonged to her, everything else would follow. “I’m the dark Nymph from the prophecy. The night of my awakening the elders covered up the poison leaf as a healing skill, which is weird because I healed you even though I don’t possess it.”

  This isn’t surprising, as a demigoddess more gifts would develop. She sighed before continuing on, “I suspect that’s why I couldn’t touch any living being or thing, even before my powers awakened.”

  Well, that wasn’t expected but not surprising either. Her cheeks reddened from embarrassment or fear, I couldn’t be sure, but I could tell her, “this is not your fault. Okay? I’ll protect you.” She had to believe that because I would to my very last breath, but with the blood bond with Dem I couldn’t go against him. A complicated matter that I won’t worry her with, yet.

  “Have you told Cairo or Aiden?” Her tensed shoulders relaxed, she’d been carrying this secret as a burden and I was happy I could lighten the load if only for a second.

  “No,” she replied, shaking her head.

  The other guys minus Demetri would have her back. I would’ve said as much when another harsh knock came followed by shouts. “Open the fucking door, we need to talk!” That was Aiden barking orders out like a madman.

  Sabine tensed and I let out a low growl. Sebastian was trying to emerge. I cock my head to the side. I’ve never felt him act this way until… I look back at Sabine who was gazing at the door. “I can’t face them,” she says. I smile with understanding and then she disappears.

  Once Sebastian sensed Sabine’s discomfort, he was ready to eradicate the cause of it. He was in synch with her. I grinned at the door.

  This just got interesting. I held out my arms about to cast a spell to the air, deciding to be a little considerate and not to rub it in their face what Sabine and I had done, but I thought better of it. I’ll leave it, we aren’t ashamed of the love we have for her.

  Well damn, love.

  34

  Aiden

  I sniff the air and the smell of sex and magic assaulted my nostrils only validating my assumptions. Roman opened the door, but he was already behind the bar pouring himself a drink.

  Demetri moved inside closing the door behind him. I forgot he was there for a moment.

  “Well, come in and make yourselves at home. Drink?” He gives me a smirk that makes me want to knock it off his face.

  The same smugness I’ve hated since we were children. Had it not been for Demetri protecting him we would’ve had real words.

  The dislike we share for each other is mutual but him being with Sabine was driving me insane. First, Cairo now him.

  “Cut the shit Roman. You fucked her, didn’t you?” It was a dumb question that I already had an answer for, but it wasn’t nothing like hearing it straight from the source.

  The bastard took a deep inhale of the sex potent air and turn around to look at the rumpled sheets that look like a tornado hit them. My fist balled at my side.

  “Where’s Sabine now?” Demetri raised his hand to settle me. I was happy he asked because it sure as hell was my next question.

  Roman sauntered to a desk in t
he corner filled with books, opened to complicated ancient spells of some sorts. He sat down propping his legs on the ottoman and took a long swallow of the amber liquid and put on a thinking face just to taunt me.

  “She left after this clown kept banging on the door like a nut case. She was frightened,” he sneered.

  My face grew hot, and the words poured out of my mouth like a stream. Roman’s glass exploded in his hand just as he brought it up to his mouth. I don’t stop there. The broken glass pieces I rearrange into a dagger and force it against Roman’s neck stopping only a few inches away.

  I was just getting warmed up. The hassle the both of them gave me for one admission while this son of a bitch had taken her virginity. A fucking lust demon. Nah, I wasn’t letting this go, Demetri could kiss my pale ass.

  Roman recovers from his shock of my attack and melted my glass dagger with one touch into nothing. I dodge to my right as he sent the open books hurling into my direction, along with the entire bookcase.

  Demetri summons a shield from the chaos of flying magic, yelling at us to stop and to get a hold of ourselves.

  The mere sight of this man makes me sick and see red. My main aim is to hurt him. We go shot for shot each wielding blow more damaging than the last.

  At least until he open his mouth rubbing his hand along his throat. He extends his hand and a rope of flame jump from his mouth onto my body.

  The flame wrap around me, pinning my arms to my side and covering my mouth. The agony is nothing like I’ve ever experienced. Burning from the inside out, dying a hundred deaths without seeing the underworld.

  How the hell had he done that? That maneuver would be expected otherwise not surprising in his Minotaur form but while he was an incubus. Impossible.

  Demetri’s eyes grow wide, and he lowers his shield. I follow his gaze, grimacing in pain. Roman’s eyes were molten lava and glowing like a fire bed of hot embers. What the entire fuck is going on?