Goddess of Light gs-3

by P. C. Cast

  "Great," Pamela muttered as each and every one of the paramedics flew out of the ambulance and swarmed around the fallen goddess.

  "She's never swooned before," Apollo said, watching with open curiosity as Eddie batted away the men, scooped Artemis up in his arms and carried her to the ranch house. The paramedics hurried after him.

  "For her first swoon I think she did very well." Apollo started to laugh and then closed his eyes against the jab of pain in his arm.

  Pamela hated the way his face paled and tightened if he moved too much. "What can I do?"

  Eyes still closed, he shook his head in tight jerks.

  Feeling truly helpless, Pamela said, "Okay, well. Your sister is most definitely a drama queen." She tried to keep her tone light.

  After only a few breaths, Apollo opened his eyes and smiled weakly at her. "She is that."

  "Hurts like bloody buggering hell?" she offered.

  "Yes, but I can tell you truly that I'm glad the paramedics have trailed away after Artemis. I don't want to go to a hospital, Pamela. I can tolerate the pain that my father has decreed as my punishment. I cannot tolerate being poked and prodded by strangers." He jabbed his chin in the direction of the IV needle that stuck out of his arm.

  "Then let's see what we can do about getting E. D. Faust to throw his considerable weight around and have his appropriately eccentric guest treated here," she said, taking the oxygen line from his nose and unhooking the IV bag from its holder. "It's a damn good thing that I'm an ER addict." She studied him uneasily. She'd not noticed the lines of strain on his face before. "It's really awful, isn't it?"

  "Zeus has been true to his word. I am enjoying all of the symptoms of snakebite." He rolled his right shoulder and flinched, as if the pain was crawling up his arm.

  "Come on, let's get you inside and settled in your room. I don't suppose they'd give painkillers to a snakebite victim, but I think I have something in my emergency pill pack that will work wonders. I can promise you that after a couple of Tylenol threes and a glass of wine, you'll be feeling considerably less stress and possibly no pain."

  "Tylenol three?" He asked.

  "Trust me on this one," she said.

  He grunted and held his bandaged hand close to his body as they climbed slowly from the back of the jeep, walked up the sidewalk and entered the ranch house—an easy thing to do because no one had bothered to close the front door.

  Artemis was lying fluidly across one of the couches in the den. Eddie had knelt beside her. One paramedic was taking her pulse, another was waving a small vial in front of her nose.

  "Oh!" she sputtered. "Get that wretched-smelling thing away from me!"

  "Now, now… be calm, my goddess," Eddie crooned.

  "Hey, that's okay," Pamela called, shaking her head in disgust. "The snakebite victim is just fine, thanks."

  Artemis sat straight up. Her blue eyes were wide and pooling with luminous tears as she peered over the top of the couch at Apollo.

  "My brother!" she gasped. "Oh, my poor brother!"

  She wobbled, flailing her hands in his direction. Apollo went to the couch, and Eddie shifted his bulk so that he could sit beside his sister. Tears spilled from the goddess's eyes, and she hesitantly reached out to touch the bandage wrapped around his hand.

  "They said a venomous serpent attacked you. I was so frightened. I thought that you actually might—" Artemis broke off, biting her lip.

  Apollo put his arm around his sister and let her cry into his shoulder.

  "All is well. All is well."

  "What am I thinking?" Eddie seemed to suddenly grasp the entire situation. "You should be on your way to the hospital. Post haste!"

  "No!" Apollo said abruptly. "Eddie, I have a boon to ask of you."

  "You may have anything within my power to grant," the author said solemnly.

  "Arrange it so that I may stay here until Friday."

  "Oh, no! You should be surrounded by the finest healers in the land!" Artemis said, looking like she was going to faint again at any moment.

  While everyone was focused—once again—on the soothing the goddess, Pamela managed to catch her eye and mouth a single word: Hermes. Artemis blinked in surprise, interrupting her own distressed sobs. During the break in her hysterics, Apollo's voice sounded calm and logical.

  "The snake venom does not threaten my life; even these men will attest to the fact that my life signs are steady and strong. I simply need to rest, which I will do better here than in a place where I am surrounded by strangers."

  Like a confused child, Artemis looked up at her brother. "You will not be… damaged?" She said the word as if it left a vile taste in her mouth.

  Even though Pamela could see that he was still cradling his wounded hand close against his body and she knew he was in terrible pain, Apollo shook his head and smiled reassuringly at his sister. "I will not be damaged."

  Artemis managed to control her sobs long enough to take Eddie's hand. "Oh, please. Do not send him away," the goddess pleaded.

  "I wouldn't think of it," the big man replied, patting her hand. "Transfer the equipment you need to his bedroom. I shall call in my personal physician to attend Phoebus," Eddie ordered the paramedics.

  In awe, Pamela watched the paramedics jump to obey Eddie, who took the ever-vigilant James aside to explain to him who should be called and what should happen when and how and why. As if they existed in the eye of a storm, Pamela, Artemis and Apollo were left in momentary privacy.

  "Hermes?" Artemis whispered the question to Pamela.

  Pamela answered in the same low tone. "He showed up when Apollo was…" She hesitated, met Apollo's eyes and saw the slight shake of his head. "When he was snake bitten," she amended. "He took the poison from his body, but left the pain—thanks to your pissed-off father."

  "We are to appear before Zeus after dusk on Friday. He has decided to close the portal then. Permanently."

  Pamela saw surprise on the goddess's face, and then, when Eddie hurried back over to them, she was almost certain she saw something else. Something that might have been sadness.

  "It is all being arranged, my friend," Eddie said to Apollo.

  "Thank you, Eddie. I will remember your kindness," the god said solemnly.

  Eddie put his hand on Apollo's shoulder. "It is my pleasure to follow the ancient ways. In my household the bond between guest and host is still a sacred one."

  Apollo dipped his head in acknowledgment. "If the gods still listen to the modern world, may you be blessed for it."

  "I have already been richly blessed," Eddie said, taking Artemis' hand and raising it to his lips.

  Chapter 30

  " So, the general consensus is that the snake bit you with little to no venom," Pamela said, sitting beside him on his bed. "Congratulations. You fooled them all."

  Apollo shifted his weight restlessly and rolled his right shoulder. "I thought they would never leave."

  "Hey, I liked Eddie's doctor."

  "Dr. Kevin Glenn was too young and too smart. He could tell I was hiding something from his prying eyes; he just couldn't tell what."

  "That's because you're not quite as good an actor as your sister is an actress."

  Apollo grimaced. "I didn't think she would ever leave, either."

  "Artemis is just worried about you."

  He sighed and tried to find a more comfortable position for his bandaged hand. "I have never liked serpents. I know Demeter would be distressed to hear it, but ever since I battled Python, I have been uneasy in their presence."

  "Was Python poisonous?" Now that they were finally alone, she dug through her purse for her emergency pillbox.

  "No, but he was big enough to swallow a man."

  She looked up at him. "You're kidding, aren't you?"

  "Not at all."

  Pamela shuddered. "That's gross." She picked out two large white pills and handed them to Apollo. "Hang on."

  "This will help." She crossed to the minibar and pulled out an ex
pensive bottle of chilled Pinot Grigio—none of those cheap little airplane bottles for guests of E. D. Faust—opened it, and poured them both a glass. She waited until he'd popped the two pills in his mouth and then gave him his glass of wine.

  "Perhaps you should bring over the bottle," he said after draining the glass in three swallows.

  She did as he asked, refilling his glass quickly. With just her in the room, Apollo didn't feel the need to mask his struggle against pain, and every time he grimaced or rubbed his shoulder, she wanted to shriek in rage at the heavens. Again.

  "He shouldn't have left you in such pain," Pamela said, unable to keep the thought to herself any longer.

  Apollo took a long drink and then patted the side of the bed. "Sit here by me, and I will try to explain my father to you. Zeus is our Supreme Ruler. He is generous and compassionate, kind and protective of his children. He never aids liars or oath-breakers. His voice can be heard in the rustling of the branches on the ancient oak trees. He is majestic and good. But he is also Lord of the Sky, the Rain God and Cloud Gatherer, who wields the awful thunderbolt. He is a passionate, jealous god, and when his temper is aroused his anger is a terrible thing to behold."

  "He sounds like a paradox."

  "He is what all of us are, not simply one thing or another, but a mixture of many."

  "That doesn't sound like a god of gods; it sounds like a man," Pamela said.

  "Exactly," Apollo said. "In the Ancient World the gods did not create the universe. It was the other way about; the universe created the gods. Think of the universe—the heavens and the earth, the sun and the moon. Are they, all one thing or another? It's much like the serpent today. It aroused my anger—so much so that I killed it—but it wasn't truly evil, though its venom feels like the burning fires of your world's hell."

  "So what you're saying is that Zeus isn't evil, he's just imperfect."

  Apollo smiled and lifted his glass to her in answer. Pamela watched him as he drained his second glass of wine. The day had taken its toll on his temporarily mortal body. Even if he wasn't in danger of dying, the dark circles under his eyes, the pallor of his skin, and the new lines of strain on his face were disturbing.

  While Eddie's doctor had been examining him, Apollo had changed into a pair of drawstring pajamas. He'd left his top unbuttoned and loose so that the medical team that had hovered at his bedside for the past several hours could keep a constant check on his vital signs. Thankfully, they had all gone and taken with them their IVs, monitors, frowns of disapproval and the distinctive hospital smell that seems to cling to scrubs. Now Apollo looked like a normal, handsome man who had just been through a very difficult and long day.

  And that's all she wanted to think of him as. Sure, they could discuss gods and the ancient world, but that all felt very abstract and surreal in the reality of his warm flesh and his kind smile.

  But the truth was that on Friday he would return to Olympus. The portal would close, and he would leave her life. Her heart felt suddenly very heavy in her chest.

  "What is it?" Apollo asked.

  Her eyes met his. He looked so tired. She couldn't add to his pain, not tonight. She made herself smile at him.

  "I just realized that I haven't thanked you for saving my life."

  Apollo leaned forward and brushed his fingers against the gold coin she wore around her neck.

  "I am pledged to protect you. I never break an oath." His touched moved from the coin to lightly caress the side of her long, bare neck.

  She shivered.

  "Are you cold, sweet Pamela," he murmured.

  "How could I be cold with you touching me?"

  His smile was filled with sunlight. "There, you see—I am the same whether I am mortal or immortal. You still feel my heat." He leaned closer to her and captured her lips with his. When she tried to soften the kiss and resist its erotic tug, he whispered against her mouth, "Help me to forget the pain. Let me lose myself in you."

  How could she resist him? She burned for him.

  She loved him.

  But she pressed her hand against his chest, and he broke their kiss, giving her a baffled look.

  "Tonight I want to make love to you. Let me give you this, Apollo."

  When she pressed his shoulders back on the down pillows, he didn't resist. She stood and pulled her shirt fluidly over her head. Then she peeled her shorts and shoes off. Then, instead of joining him on the bed, she took a couple of steps back, so that he had a clear view of her entire body.

  She loved the way his eyes devoured her. He made her feel beautiful and desirable and powerful. This must be how a goddess feels, she thought. Accepting Apollo's love had transformed her. Choosing to open herself to him had taken her from the darkness of Duane's shadow and breathed light into her world. He was a god, and she was a mortal, but with his love she became her own Goddess of Light.

  Slowly, she reached back and unsnapped her simple, white lace bra. As she took it off, she let her hands glide over her breasts, taking her time to tease her nipples into blushing hardness. Caressingly, her hands traveled down her body, peeling her panties from her sleek hips. All the while, Apollo's eyes devoured her.

  Naked, she approached the bed.

  "No," she said teasingly when he tried to sit up to meet her. "Tonight it's my turn."

  "You are so beautiful, my sweet Pamela," he said. "I—I hope I—" he began and then gave a shaky laugh.

  What had she been thinking? He was in terrible pain, and she was acting like a stripper when he really needed a nurse. Pamela rested her fingers lightly on his arm above the bandage. "I can just lie here beside you. We don't have to do anything."

  "It's not that," he said quickly. "I want you; I want you to make love to me. I just hope I don't disappoint you. I know I told you that I didn't use any of my immortal powers to seduce you, and I didn't. But when I loved you…" He moved his shoulders restlessly, "I could not help but touch you with my magic. Tonight I have no magic, no powers. I am just a man."

  "You will never be just a man, Apollo. You will always be the man I love."

  "My sweet Pamela…" Her name changed to a groan of sweet pleasure when she slipped her hands into his shirt, opened it, and rubbed the tips of her nipples against his muscular chest. She nipped lightly at his bottom lip and the firm line of his jaw. Then she nibbled a hot trail down his body, deftly unlacing the tie that held his pants closed. She could hear him gasp when she took him in her hands and rubbed the softness of her breasts against his pulsing shaft. And then her mouth was on him. First she used her lips and tongue up and down the thick, hard girth of him, loving the way his body trembled and strained beneath her touch and how he moaned her name over and over. She swallowed him, sucking and teasing until she heard his ragged cry.

  "I can not wait!"

  In one swift movement she straddled him. Holding herself up on her knees, she rested his tip against her wet heat. She locked her eyes with his blue-hot gaze. Let me take away his pain, if only for a moment. She prayed silently to any god or goddess who might be listening. Then she impaled herself on him, slowly, deliciously, taking his length within her. With a deliberately teasing motion, she lifted herself back up on her knees, so that his tip was throbbing against her opening. Then she slid down again. Slowly. She sheathed him within her, until the exquisite tension built beyond her bearing. Only then did she guide his hand to her hips and let him increase their tempo. They moved together urgently, the white light of mortal passion filling their bodies with exquisite heat that built and built until the sweetness of it was unbearable. When she felt his body gather beneath her, she rocked forward, pulsing down against him so that when he spilled his hot seed within her, she exploded around him.

  Collapsing against him, she felt the slickness of their bodies join and his arm tightened around her. "I love you," he gasped, kissing her gently.

  She nestled her head into his shoulder, careful to keep her weight well away from his right arm. As she shifted her position to
draw the sheet up around them, her contented smile widened to a happy grin. Eyes closed, his face was finally free of pain—relaxed and peaceful. Apollo had fallen into a deep sleep.

  "Thank you," she whispered to the listening air.

  "I don't know, Apollo. I just don't feel right about leaving you." Pamela stood near the bed, fidgeting with the leather strap of her briefcase. At his insistence, she'd gotten dressed and ready to go back to work on the villa. After all, he'd reminded her, there was really nothing wrong with him. And she still had a job to do.

  "All will be well. I have this." He picked up the remote. "And this." He tapped his finger on the channel guide. "And you have explained to me all about cable television. I will be well entertained."

  Pamela frowned. "Don't forget the phone. My number is—"

  "Yes, yes, your number is written on the paper near the phone. Be off now. Eddie will be waiting."

  "Okay." She leaned down to kiss him. "But I feel like I'm doing something wrong."

  "Tonight when you return to my bed, I promise that I will allow you to make up for leaving me."

  "I don't want to leave you!"

  He laughed and then grimaced and rubbed his still-painful arm. "I only tease you, sweet Pamela. Actually, I envy you. I will miss the job site today. Are you quite certain there is no way that I—"

  "You've already been all over this with Eddie. He totally refuses to let you leave this room to do more than to have dinner on the deck until Friday."

  Apollo's annoyed response was interrupted by a knock at the door. Pamela opened it to find Eddie's bulk filling the doorway.

  "I believe I have a compromise in which Phoebus will be interested." The author stepped aside and made an imperious gesture. Two men carried into the room a small drafting table, followed by the architect Apollo had been working with on the bathhouse. "Behold, if you cannot come to the mountain, the mountain will come to you!"

  "Brad! Shouldn't you be at the villa?" Apollo said.

  "I should, but so should you, except I hear that a snake decided to change our plans." The architect clapped him on the shoulder and then apologized when he saw Apollo grit his teeth against the pain the abrupt movement had caused. "Sorry, Phoebus. Rattlesnake bit my brother-in-law last year. He said it hurt like hell, and it put him flat on his back for a week." He glanced up at Eddie. "Maybe we should take up where we left off tomorrow."