She sighed and wriggled beneath him. He chuckled as his tongue returned to her nipples. His breath warmed her breast, and his laughter sent small hits of vibration tingling through her blood. As he licked, teased, and tormented, he eased her borrowed sweats down her legs, and she kicked them off eagerly. Her cunt throbbed with steaming desire, and her thighs trembled as they fell open. When his fingers explored her pussy, she felt her vagina tense around him—slick, wet, and ready for some demon loving.
Chapter Twelve
A tender hum bubbled up from Lindy’s heart. Her head thrashed about the blanket, setting her curls tossing out around her. Her hips writhed. Pleasure swamped her. She wanted Jase inside her, now. Craved him so badly her pussy boiled for him, and she’d have sworn hot lava flowed through her cunt. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she’d spontaneously combust.
She panted, ready to beg; then, when his lips left her breast, she mewled like a kitten, all soft sensuality and desire. He nibbled his way toward her cunt, and her bones melted. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move. His tongue swiped across her clit, and orgasm swamped her, rolling over her in pleasured waves. Tidal waves. A tsunami of bliss.
As he sucked at her pussy, she felt his hot breath on her forehead and cheeks. No, that couldn’t be right. Anatomically impossible, even. His tongue was still driving her crazy as he worked on her pussy. Her eyes flew open, and six pairs of bovine, brown eyes stared into hers. Curious heifers surrounded them, chewing the cud and breathing warm, damp air into her face.
Her libido waned instantly. She sat up abruptly and swatted their muzzles away from her face, but more cows crushed in around them—their brown eyes fixed on her bare skin.
“Get lost, you stupid animals,” she snarled and shoved them away.
Her body thrummed with frustration. Jase frowned so hard he must have been in physical pain. She cupped his cheek. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this here. Not with an audience, and these stupid cows aren’t budging.”
His pupils flared—red-tinted disks in the black of his eyes—but he tucked his engorged dick back into his jeans. “Let’s shop for something decent to wear; then we’ll find a hotel room. A cow-free zone definitely works for me.”
Lindy dressed quickly, but she kept her gaze fastened on his crotch. The monster in his pants wasn’t going down, and he gritted his teeth against the pain. He groaned and grabbed the blanket. Lindy wanted to run her hands over his dick, to stroke and soothe until his tension dissolved.
Stupid cows. They belong on a barbecue, not driving me crazy in this field. As they crossed the meadow, a stream of heifers trailed after them, not giving up until Jase helped her over the five-bar gate. Once back in the car, they collapsed in anguished laugher; then Lindy eyed the rear seat.
“Don’t even think about it.” Jase shook his head. “I won’t screw you like some bimbo in the back of a car. Your first time should at least be somewhere comfortable and pleasant. Something to remember forever.”
Lindy laughed. “Like my first orgasm not caused by my own fingers? I certainly won’t forget that. So much pleasure, spoiled by so many cows.”
They drove to a late-night supermarket on the outskirts of Leeds. Jase handed her a wad of ten-pound notes. “Here. Go buy us both a change of clothes while I keep watch.”
AS JASE WAITED, he considered everything he’d endured because of the Sirens’ interference. A warrior god, he’d fought alongside the Titans when the upstart generation of new gods tried to claim Olympus. He’d seen Rome rise and fall; then their preferred gods condemned him for a crime he hadn’t committed.
They’d hated his origins and decried his loyalty to Saturn, but he wasn’t one to turn his back on his friends. When the Sirens convinced Cardea he’d raped her, the gods seized on it. He was an innocent, convicted of rape by the biggest gang of hypocrites ever. Even after his fall, he’d heard about Jupiter and the way he’d raped both Io and Calisto, but none of the other gods gave a damn.
Jase’s fall had been spectacular—from the heights of Olympus to the deepest, darkest depths of hell. All he remembered was cold, emptiness, and pain. Then Pluto tossed him to his pet demons. They’d ripped into his flesh like dogs tearing meat off a bone.
So cold he’d forgotten how to shiver, he’d huddled into himself to preserve what warmth he could. Not that the demons let him rest long. They’d flailed the skin from his back with barbed whips or gouged hooks into his muscles. Suspended by his wrists, he’d dripped blood onto the ice-covered floor, and it lay in frozen puddles beneath his feet. Angry and proud, he’d laughed off the agony of his mangled bones. Eventually he’d stopped cursing his jailors and started to curse his immortality.
When he passed out from pain, they’d douse him in ice water and laugh while he shivered and groaned. When his feeling returned, they’d branded him with red-hot irons, and scarred every inch of his flesh. Even today, he hated the smell of barbecues…having been the star turn at so many himself.
His immortal body healed quickly, but he’d craved death and oblivion. Anything to stop the pain. He’d drifted in and out of sanity, but he gave up on dying. Instead, he’d planned his vengeance. Dreamed of it. Tasted it. Longed for it. Whatever wounds the demons inflicted on his body, he’d waited for his chance.
After centuries spent beating the crap out of him, one of his jailers finally grew careless and came too close. Jase had pulled him apart like a schoolboy pulling the wings off a beetle. That was when he discovered that in Pluto’s realm that your victim’s death released an energy blast that pumped strength and power into you. Empowered by a hundred demon kills, he’d torn through Pluto’s underworld like the grim reaper. Every death gave him more power, and soon demons were offering oaths of allegiance in exchange for their lives. Not his torturers, though. They died quick and clean, since he’d never see anyone else suffer the treatment they’d dished out to him. Victorious, he’d led his army out of the Punishment Fields and watched them sack the Judgment Pavilion. He’d laughed when they’d torn down Pluto’s palace, but part of him wished the sick bastard had been home.
Some drifted off to the Elysian Fields to reunite with loved ones. Others followed him as he rampaged through every culture’s concept of hell. He could have ruled completely, but his human side—the part of him that had once been a powerful Roman god—remembered sunshine and snow. Fresh air that didn’t stink of sulfur was a plus too.
When he returned, he wasn’t alone. A demon lord, the remnant of a million quick kills, lodged inside him…and he hated sharing his soul. After his centuries in the underworld, the world he remembered had crumbled to dust and ashes. Saul had helped him adjust, but Jase still blamed the loudmouthed Sirens rather than Cardea for his fall.
Everything changed when he spotted Lindy fighting for her life in that bar. She soothed his demon, and the more he got to know her, the more his prejudices dissolved, but it had taken him too long to accept her as his. Thank the Source, she possessed a kind heart and forgiving nature. She’d need them both to get over the way he’d treated her. He’d acted like a twat, but he knew now that he couldn’t live without her. His life wasn’t worth living if she didn’t spirit-bond with him. Once he’d fucked her on Aldborough altar, of course.
He grabbed the bag of clothes Lindy proffered and changed quickly. They fled on foot rather than call for a taxi. Finally—almost three hours and a short train ride later—they were in the clear.
Harrogate—an upmarket spa town, spread out into high-class stores, and carefully tended, municipal gardens. The shops had closed up for the night, so they strolled hand in hand through streets full of Saturday-night revelers. A holiday mood permeated the elegant town center. If Neptune hadn’t been hot on their trail, Jase would have gladly shown her the sights. Perhaps when this thing with upstart gods and Saturn’s rings was done, Jase would bring Lindy back to Harrogate. Did Sirens do honeymoons? And would she prefer somewhere exotic? A south sea island, perhaps?
After the stunt he’d pulled when
he summoned those cows, he owed her—big-time. He’d do anything to make her happy, but at least those cows had cured Lindy of alfresco sex. Him? He was up for sex with her, anywhere, any way, anytime. She was more necessary to him than fresh air, and for someone who’d spent centuries in a sulfurous hell, that was saying something. He dreamed of loving her to the edge of orgasm, then starting over. Finally, when her body writhed beneath him, he’d screw her hard.
Demons’ breath, I’m as horny as a schoolboy. If I don’t jerk off in the shower soon, I’ll explode.
Just thinking about her soft tits and the way she’d willingly spread her legs turned his cock as stiff as a tree trunk. His demon, impatient as ever, wanted to claim her right now, and to hell with the consequences. Except breaking an oath sworn on the Source would send him straight back to the underworld he thought he’d abandoned forever. Thanks to Saul and Mercury, he couldn’t fuck her until one minute past midnight tomorrow night. He’d fucking dismember the pair of them for putting her through this.
Lindy’s orgasm had been like a long-forgotten taste of nectar. He could feast on her damp pussy until the world stopped turning, and then he’d taste her some more. When she’d lain beneath him—cunt totally exposed—he’d loved how her desires had soaked her pussy. She’d trusted him completely, but thanks to his oath, he’d betrayed her and summoned a herd of cows to interrupt them. Worse, he wanted her wet and eager for another twenty-eight hours. And he’d no idea how she’d react when she realized how badly he’d deceived her.
As she strolled beside him, her stomach rumbled. He could waste another couple of hours if he took her for a meal. “When did you last eat? Are you hungry?”
Lindy’s grin brimmed with mischief. “Starved, and not just for food. Right now, I’ve got other more pressing matters to deal with.”
Their clothes were more practical than haute couture, but he spotted a restaurant full of casually dressed patrons. “Come on, princess. I don’t want you passing out on me. Eat now, fuck later. Right?”
He just didn’t say how much later.
* * * *
Lindy hesitated. Sure, she was hungry, but she’d prefer sex to food. Resigned to waiting—again—she followed Jase inside. He put one hand on either side of Lindy’s hips and helped her onto a bar stool. He stood behind her, his body shielding her from the rest of the room. He was protection, strength, and shelter—and she loved it. When the barman looked their way, Jase ordered them each a dry martini.
“I don’t normally drink much more than a white wine spritzer, especially not on an empty stomach,” Lindy protested.
Jase moved around her, and when he smiled at her over the rim of his glass, her pussy creamed. A whole platoon of butterflies fluttered around in her tummy, and she knew that whatever happened after he’d bedded her, her heart would always be his. She just hoped he didn’t trample it to dust.
He offered his glass, and she clinked hers against it.
“A toast,” he told her, “to our first meal together.”
She’d just seem churlish if she refused, so, like Jase, she downed her drink in one swallow. The alcohol burned her throat, and she gasped for air. Her belly felt like it was on fire. She fanned her lips with her hand. When she stopped wheezing, she demanded, “What was that?”
He leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. “A vodka martini, just like James Bond drinks—but you’re better. You leave me both shaken and stirred.”
The liquid fire in the martini had scalded her vocal cords. Voice hoarse, eyes watering, she whispered her order to the waiter and pointed out items on the menu. While she’d be happy with a mineral water, Jase ordered more martinis and a bottle of red wine.
Finally, when the alcohol-infused scorching died down in her throat, she told Jase, “I can’t drink all that. If I did, you’d have to carry me while we hunt for a hotel. Can’t you call the waiter back and order some sparkling water instead?”
He gathered her hands in his and stared at her across the table, his expression so tender that warmth and longing suffused her. She forgot about food. She’d give anything to drag him out the door and into a hotel room. Damn, he was one stubborn male, and he’d decided she needed to eat.
He never let go of her hand, just spoke in his rich baritone voice. “Come on, princess. You’ve been alone too long. Let me spoil you a little. If it makes you happy, I’ll tell the waiter to make yours spritzers.”
He worked so hard to please her. How could she refuse? Everything about him fascinated and delighted her, except the way he bad-mouthed Sirens. And that included her. At least he seemed to have put that behind for now, but just a mention of her sisters drove him and his demon crazy. Then, for her, he tried to make this evening special. How sweet was that?
Her smile widened into a delighted grin. “Lemonade top-ups would be fine.”
They shared olives and ciabatta, all washed down with Chianti. She’d rather have shared his bed. The room seemed out of focus compared to him, and she blinked every time he moved. As they ate, he kept her glass topped up; then, between courses, he pulled out his smartphone and booked them a hotel. “There, that’s everything sorted for later. Drink up, and the waiter will bring our pizza.”
As she gulped her wine, the waiter took the empty bottle and brought a second bottle of Chianti. When she held out her glass, her hand was unsteady. She hiccupped as her good intentions dissolved in an alcoholic haze. “Keep it coming, Jase.”
All too soon, the second bottle was empty, and Jase insisted they finish their meal with coffee and a large limoncello. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear he was trying to get her drunk, but it wasn’t like he had to break down her defenses or anything. She was his for the taking, and he’d better be taking her soon.
Chapter Thirteen
Lindy hiccupped, giggled, and waved the empty coffee cup in Jase’s face. When she spoke, her voice was a little too loud, and there was a slur in her words. “Whersh the hotel? I can’t wait to undresh and drag you into my bed. You will shcrew me this time, won’t you?”
He took the coffee cup from her hand. “You’ll break something waving that about.”
She hiccupped, covered her mouth with her hand; then she giggled like a schoolgirl. Her voice carried through the restaurant. “Doshn’t matter. They’ve got more. Letsh go to the hotel, and I’ll lick your balls until your eyes roll back in your head.”
Women either smiled and whispered good-humored comments to their friends or raised their eyebrows, pursed their lips, and looked away. More than one male customer gave her an appraising look…until they spotted Jase’s muscular bulk.
He flushed a little, and his gaze slid away from hers. “Shh, princess. We’re leaving just as soon as I’ve paid the bill.”
Overloud and over expansive, Lindy sat back in her seat. Her arms flopped out, and she just missed a passing waiter. “Come here, Jase. Let me suck on your cock. You will fuck me, won’t you? Or maybe one of the other men here will take my virginity.”
Heads swiveled in her direction. Across the room, someone giggled. Three men at the next table smiled at her drunken antics. One winked and raised his glass in salute.
Lindy leaned toward him. “You’d fuck me, wouldn’t you?”
“Anytime, sweetie, but your friend here might not like it.” He leered.
Behind her, Jase growled.
Lindy ignored him and rose unsteadily to her feet. “Jashe is just a big ole pussycat, when he’s not doing his demon thing. If I sing for you, will you fuck me? I shing real good.”
Jase picked her up and headed for the door. “You’re better than good. You’re amazing. No time for singing, though, princess. That’s our taxi outside.”
She lolled back and threw out her arm. Her head dropped, and her arms flopped back. “You missed a treat, guys. I’m great when I sing.”
She laughed and waved at them, then stared into Jase’s eyes until her drunkenness made her slightly cross-eyed. Her vision blurred, and he
r voice dropped to a breathless giggle. “Really, Jash? Amashing? That’s good. Shall I shing you a love shong?”
“Not here, princess. Wrap your arms around my neck, and when we reach the hotel, I’ll help out with your little problem.”
“That’s the virginity thing,” she stage-whispered as he carried her outside.
ANOTHER LAYER OF guilt settled on Jase’s shoulders as he helped Lindy into the taxi. He’d practically poured alcohol down her throat just to put off screwing her. She’d have one hell of a hangover come morning, but getting her drunk just delayed the inevitable.
Back when he walked Olympus, fixing that morning-after-the-night-before feeling had been a simple thing to a god like him. His fall had stripped most of his powers—but come solstice morning, when he finally bedded Lindy, he’d be stronger. And that left him feeling guilty again. His need to spirit-bond with her and meld their souls into one almost consumed him…but she had to be willing. Instead, he knocked her out with martinis, wine, and liqueurs. What sort of shit was he?
She fell asleep—passed out—on the way to the hotel. What if the alcohol makes her ill? Maybe her stomach needs pumping? Hell, I know nothing about a Siren’s anatomy. Is it even the same as mine?
He stroked her hair back from her face and prayed she didn’t remember coming on to…well, every man in the restaurant, really. She’d be so embarrassed, and quite rightly she’d blame him. He didn’t wake her when he carried her into the hotel, just scooped her into his arms and tipped the desk clerk to open up their room. Their twin room. He didn’t trust himself to share a double bed with her, not when he wanted her so badly.
He slid off her shoes, tucked her up under the duvet, and dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Sleep well, princess.”
As he lay on the next bed and stared at the ceiling, he couldn’t stop thinking about her irresistible body. His dick hardened, and his demon shrieked claim her now!
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