“I believe it comes naturally and time between does not matter.”
“Like riding a bicycle,” she suggested.
Cas frowned. “Bicycle?”
“Like the motorcycle. Only without a motor.”
“Ah, I saw those. How foolish to force yourself to pedal when your magic motors can propel you very fast.”
Fiona remembered the descriptions villagers had given her of Cas driving the motorcycle through small villages. They’d not said he’d driven fast. The term maniac had cropped up most often.
She thought she probably should explain a few traffic rules to him, but at that moment he unhooked her bra and slid it gently from her body, and she lost her train of thought.
Cas ran his thumbs across her breasts, stroking her nipples into tight peaks before leaning down and taking one in his mouth.
“You don’t have to ask whether I like that,” she gasped. “I do.”
“I know.” He kissed her skin then drew the tip of his tongue slowly between her breasts.
“My body tells you more than my eyes, then.”
Cas focused flatteringly on her torso, letting his gaze drift to her throat. “It tells me much. It tells me you want me to touch it.”
“Please.”
The only light in the room came from a lone candle on the dresser and the moonlight without. Beyond the window, over the rooftops of the tiny village, the dark bulk of Mount Olympus hovered.
The domain of the gods. She believed that now.
She had many questions about Dionysus and what he really looked like and how he’d gotten her from the lower slopes to nearly the top without her noticing. But questions could wait, she decided, drifting into hazy pleasure as Cas unzipped her very practical cotton shorts.
He eased the shorts over her legs and feet, then he unlaced her sneakers and stripped off her socks. He stroked his hands down her thighs and behind her calves before warming the soles of her feet.
Then he leaned down and nibbled her toes. Fiona rolled her hips, digging into the bed. His mouth was warm and wet and very erotic.
He pressed a long kiss to the instep of her right foot, then skimmed his hands back up her legs to her underwear, which he proceeded to strip from her.
“So now you have me naked,” Fiona said, her skin prickling under his appreciative gaze. “Why are you still dressed?”
“I am enjoying watching you and making you want me. I want you to want me so much you scream for me.”
Warmth pooled in her belly and she felt the slide of cream on her thighs. “I’m thinking it won’t take much before I’m screaming.”
He smiled and stroked his palm across her quim. She jumped, biting back a sharp cry.
“I like this idea.” He stroked her again, and again her hips rose, needing his hand to press there.
Fiona’s legs opened of their own accord, her quim wet and wanting him. She put her hand to it, like he’d dared her to last night, and stirred the folds with her fingers.
“I will fuck you, my Fiona. But when I am ready.”
She pressed her hand to the rigid bulge in his jeans. “You mean you’re not ready now?”
He laughed softly. “Yes, but it is amusing to tease you.”
Fiona hooked her finger over his belt buckle. “Get those pants off and get down here, mister.”
“What is this mister? Is it a name for a lover?”
“The name of my lover is Cas.”
He gave her a slow smile as though he’d been waiting all day for her to say so.
Where this sexy, bantering woman had come from, Fiona had no idea. She certainly didn’t recognize her. Maybe Dionysus had given her a gift of boldness along with the gift of time.
Or maybe Cas was just too damn sexy to resist. He kept slanting her glances of pure sin as he slipped his belt through the buckle and slid it from his jeans.
He stripped off his t-shirt and let it fall, giving her a fantastic view of his tight abdomen encased in bronze skin. She liked his navel, a smooth indentation above his pelvis.
He shouldn’t have a navel, it suddenly struck her, because Castor and Pollux had been hatched from eggs, after Zeus—in the form of a swan—had seduced Leda. But then, mythology didn’t have to make sense.
The point was that Zeus and Leda had created this beautiful man called Cas and his brother Pol. Helen of Troy had been their sister. If Cas and Pol were anything to go by, no wonder the woman’s beauty had caused the destruction of a nation.
Cas unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and let them drop. Like Pol the night before, Cas wore nothing underneath.
“Why does the no-underwear thing turn me on so much?” she wondered.
“Does it?” He looked pleased. “I did not know I was supposed to wear it.”
“Oh.” That made sense—Cas and Pol had lifted things from Hans’ wardrobe to cover their legs and torsos. Why would they think to go rooting in Hans’ underwear drawer?
She was glad Cas was a demigod and didn’t have a clue what underwear was. All the faster to get him naked. She rolled onto her side and did what she’d been longing to do since she met him—she closed her mouth over his cock.
“Mmm.” Cas laced his fingers through her hair, but gently, unlike Pol, who’d dragged her against him.
He tasted different from Pol. Pol had been spicy, a little like pepper. Cas was smooth and mellow, a strong, heady delight. She ran her tongue around his flange, tasting every inch of him while he threaded his fingers through her hair.
She drew back slowly, holding the weight of him on her tongue until the very last minute.
“Can we?” she whispered. “Please?”
His eyes were pools of midnight. “Yes.” He pressed her back to the bed and climbed over her, knees on either side of her. “I need you.”
Fiona lifted her hips, fire running to every fingertip. His warm weight was so satisfying, his limbs strong and fine, fitting against her in perfect accord. He nudged her thighs apart and rested his firm tip against her opening.
She cupped his buttocks, wanting him in, but he hovered there, letting her quim grow more and more open and wet and needy. She dug her fingers into his skin. “Please, Cas.”
He braced himself, holding back. “Have you ever been with a demigod, Fiona?”
She gasped, trying not to laugh. “I can safely say I haven’t.”
“It isn’t the same as being with a human. You will have all of me, and I all of you.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“You do not understand.”
“No, but I want to.”
He gave her a look that said I warned you and slid his cock halfway into her.
Fiona’s eyes widened. Cas was right, she didn’t understand, and myriad sensations hit her at once. First was the feel of his enormous cock stretching her wide to admit him, her walls closing around him and squeezing him.
Next was the feel of his satin-warm skin on hers, his weight pressing her into the yielding mattress, his heat covering her entire body. She felt his legs stretched the length of hers, his wiry black hair rough against her thighs.
She also felt her around him. His body seemed to blur, like Dionysus’ had, the god half of Cas shimmering into focus and out of it. Tendrils of feeling laced her mind, hot excitement, the sensation of squeezing.
She realized that the feelings were not hers, but his. His mind and hers were locked, and she saw what he saw, felt what he felt. She could see herself beneath him, her face twisting in passion, and experience the sensation of her quim pulsing around his cock.
She also felt him inside her, sliding and rubbing and driving her crazy. She couldn’t shake him out of her, and she realized that he felt everything she did. You will have all of me, and I all of you.
After her first panicked moment, an ecstasy unlike anything she’d felt in her life poured over her. She screamed and he kissed her, smothering her cries. She dug her fingers into his backside and tried to pull him farther into her.
He hesitated for a maddening moment then he slid all the way in. He groaned against her lips and she experienced his sudden elation at feeling her surrounding every inch of him.
Every inch of him was right. Cas was huge, and he was in all the way to his balls.
“Fiona,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “You are so tight, you feel so good.”
She experienced the tightness with him. She felt both the pressure of herself on him and the pressure of him stretching her wide, impossibly wide.
Double ecstasy, double pleasure, oh gods, she couldn’t stand it.
He moved out again, almost to his tip and slid back in, hard, his eyes widening in the dark.
Moonlight played on his muscles as he held himself in her, not moving, giving her a chance to get used to him. Her legs were stretched open, knees on either side of the narrow bed, her hips lifted to let him fill her.
She felt their hearts racing while they waited. His eyes held something raw and dark, a need beyond sex.
He was a man out of time and he needed to belong somewhere. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he belonged with her.
Yes, Fiona thought, wondering if she were reading his mind. Stay here with me.
He growled deep in his throat, his control vanishing. His brows drawing into a fearsome scowl, he thrust hard into her, quickly and remorselessly. He began to pump her, widening her legs with each thrust.
Fiona realized what he meant when he’d said she needed to be ready for him. He was big and he was strong and he was not going to be gentle.
He couldn’t, not now. Later, maybe, he’d show her good, slow loving, but right now he was desperate and lonely—twenty-five hundred years worth of lonely.
She felt that loneliness pour through him, his muscles tight beneath her fingers, his blood thrumming. She felt the intense pressure of herself squeezing him and his need to drive farther and farther into her. He needed her, needed to be home, and home was in her arms.
At least, that’s what his body told her. She felt everything he did, and felt him sliding inside her, his cock huge and hard and unmerciful.
She forgot all about containing her cries and worrying about who might hear. She lolled her head back on the pillow and groaned, raising her hips to take more of him.
His thrusts crushed her buttocks into the thin mattress, her thighs aching where they spread. He hurt her and he made her feel fiery hot and so damn good she had to scream.
She’d never had a fucking like this. Whatever she’d done before hadn’t really been fucking, not in this raw, aching, beautiful sense. A few thrusts in and out before she could really feel them, that had been it.
She felt all of Cas, saw the intensity of his eyes when he caught her gaze and refused to release it. The raw sounds in his throat only made the hot feel of him between her legs better.
He was feeling it and loving it and wasn’t about to stop.
Their joined senses made the pressure in her quim even more powerful. She felt herself pulse around his cock, felt the joy of that burning. She screamed with it, wondering how the hell he contained himself.
An orgasm rocked her, the first one she’d ever had while penetrated. Cas’ dark gaze grew even more feral and he reached one finger between their bodies to rub her clit.
She got lost in mindless darkness. She had no idea where she was. She only knew she lay on a hard slab of bed and that Cas drove in and out of her so hard she thought she’d die.
She’d go with a smile on her face, that was for certain. Fiona McCarty, promising young archaeologist, passing away while being fucked by a muscular, beautiful man she’d rescued from a painting on a jar.
She laughed with joy. Cas growled, pressing her into the bed until she came again.
Still he went on, his cock so hard he could have pounded nails with it. She felt the buildup inside him, the pulsing behind his balls that meant he wanted to come, the incredible will with which he held himself back until the last possible minute.
When he exploded inside her, she thought she saw the ceiling rip away and the stars of the night cascade down on them. She writhed her hips against his, crying with the pure joy of it. Her shouts mingled with his as they came together, their voices twining into the silence of the night.
Chapter Ten
Fiona lay quietly with Cas for a long time. Her body still hummed with heat and their fierce lovemaking, but she was also content to lie with him as they touched and kissed.
His kisses were so gentle, she couldn’t believe he was the same demigod who had given her sex so raw she wasn’t sure she could walk again.
He played with her a little, bringing her to readiness, then entered her again, slow, quiet and strong, his dark gaze locking hers. It went on for a long, long time, slowly building her to a frenzy, taking her down before she climaxed and building her up again.
At last he let her come. She screamed and writhed and he kissed her hard, dragging her cries into his mouth. He slowed after that, then withdrew from her and closed his eyes.
After that he fell into a profound sleep, with Fiona watching him, relaxed and happy but not tired.
She started to feel restless, so she left the bedroom for the darkness of the front room. She ruffled her hair to soak up the cool breeze from the window and glanced back at Cas.
He lay sprawled across the bed, naked and snoring, cradling his head on one arm. Moonlight brushed his skin and glistened on his very black hair and touched the curls at his cock, which lay half deflated, but no less large.
Fiona smiled as she closed the door and let him sleep. In her sexual encounters of the past, she’d usually collapsed with tiredness and disappointment. This time she felt blissfully happy and energized enough to jog around the block.
She could take a walk, she supposed. As with everywhere else in Greece, people in this village stayed up far into the night, and her walking around would not be unusual.
She pulled a shirt over her nakedness but was in no hurry. She went to the open window and rested her arms on the sill, looking down at the whitewashed village under the stars. The music at the taverna still played, stringed notes vibrating into the night.
After a moment, she realized Pol was down on the street looking up at her. How long he’d been standing there, she couldn’t tell, but there was a knowing smile on his face.
When he caught her gaze, he gave her a slow nod and sauntered to the inn’s door and came inside.
Fiona remained at the window, absorbing the stars and the breeze and the music, reflecting that for the first time in her life, she was happy. Or as happy as she could be wondering which of a pair of twins she was falling in love with, and whether, because they were demigods and pretty much immortal, they could ever possibly love her back.
Then she had to figure out how to make sure Selena didn’t trap them again and how to break the spell that bound them to the jar. All in a day’s work for Indiana Jones, but not for plain Fiona McCarty, pottery specialist from the University of Chicago.
She heard Pol’s footsteps on the narrow staircase and then he opened the door. For some reason, she still did not turn as he shut the door and walked softly to her. She closely her eyes briefly as he stopped behind her and leaned his hands on the windowsill, enclosing her with his warm body.
“Have a good sleep?” He kissed her hair. “Or did my brother manage to keep you awake?”
Fiona shivered, remembering her last wild orgasm and the dual experience of Cas’ orgasm as they came together.
“That good, eh?” Pol kissed her hair again, lips drifting to the skin at her temple. “He outdid himself.”
“It was the best I ever had,” Fiona said softly.
Pol drew his tongue along the shell of her ear, and even sated as she was, the juices between her thighs began to flow.
“A challenge,” Pol murmured. “Are you up for it?”
She really shouldn’t. Cas, the man she loved, lay in bed, naked and sexy. She should return and snuggle up with him and tell P
ol to find someone else at the taverna.
But then Pol, the other man she loved, was close behind her, dressed and sexy, his warmth swallowing her.
“I think I’m up for it,” she found herself saying.
“Gooood.” He drew out the word. She felt fingers ease under her shirt to her buttocks. “Bare, just how I like you.”
She started to turn around, but he nipped her ear. “Stay where you are.”
The little growl in his voice made her pulse speed. She remembered how he’d ordered her to strip in the pottery room and how she’d so eagerly done it. She wondered if he’d sent his feelings into her head as Cas had done, making her behave like a tart because he wanted her to.
It didn’t really matter, because she’d do it again in a heartbeat.
His warm finger dipped between her buttocks, massaging and rubbing. “Have you ever had a man here?”
Fiona rocked forward on the windowsill, excitement building inside her until her legs shook. “No. And not a demigod, either.”
Pol laughed out loud, then softened the laugh. “So Cas didn’t explore yet. I told him I’d let him fuck you first, but I didn’t say where I wanted to fuck you.”
“Where do you?”
“Where do I what?”
Fiona swallowed, feeling his breath on her neck, his black hair sliding on the collar of her shirt, the warmth of his body against hers, and the exciting point of his fingertip finding and stroking her anal star.
“Where do I what?” he repeated, voice stronger. “Say it, sweetheart.”
“Where do you want to fuck me?” she whispered.
“I could not hear you, love. Say it out loud.”
Fiona groaned, excitement mounting as his finger dipped the slightest bit into her ass. “Where do you want to fuck me?”
“I think you can guess.”
He drew his tongue up the side of her neck as he slowly but firmly pressed his finger farther into her. She was so damn wet, cream slicking her skin and pooling inside her pussy, wanting him so much.
“I can’t take it,” she gasped.
“Yes, you can.”
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