Peace for Poseidon (Olympians Ascending Book 1)

by Sotia Lazu

  His other hand massages my throat. My arms. My ass. A finger glides between my asscheeks. Pauses to press into my asshole, just enough to make me clench while my body aches to push into him.

  I’ve had enough.

  I grab for his wrist. I’ll fuck myself on his hand if I have to.

  My fingers close around water.

  I spin on my heel so hard I lose my footing. Sei is a dark blur, as he hurries to keep me from falling. He grabs my arm from where he comes to a stop, right outside the shower stall. Fully dressed.

  “How—” I don’t get to finish my question, because his lips are on mine.

  His hands are on my body, really this time, and he keeps touching me, pinching and rubbing and kissing and nibbling while he literally rips off his T-shirt. His pants are luckier and end up a soggy ball on the shower floor instead of in tatters.

  Fully naked, impossibly long and hard—and exactly as he looked in my dream—he towers over me. His head keeps the water from pelting down my face. “Get out.” He clenches his jaw. “I will not mate you in a shower stall.”

  Mating makes me think of animals, not humans, but whatever he calls it, I’m ready for it. I glide past him, enjoying the feel of his bare skin against mine, and pad carefully to his bedroom. If I get in bed, the satin sheets will be soaked, but Sei said I should, so I do.

  I lie on my back, propped up on half a dozen cloud-fluffy pillows, and wait.

  Chapter Fifteen – Sei

  I did it. I fucking did it. I controlled water.

  Well, not so much when the shower went off, but after, while Irine washed her divine body, I bent the stream to my will. I wasn’t projecting thoughts of what I wanted to do to her, like before. I was shaping the water with my mind, into a form that caressed and teased her. And it fucking worked.

  But when I take my turn in the shower, the water only reacts to my manually moving the lever. Only thing that’s changed is that naked-Irine is out of sight. Huh.

  I’d ponder on it more, but naked-Irine is waiting for me in the next room. I keep things fast and efficient, despite my hard cock’s insistence that I take the time to tug on it.

  I strut to the bedroom, and stop at the sight of Irine sprawled on my pillows. Wet hair clings to her face, framing bee-stung lips and hooded eyes. She has her legs spread, bent at the knee. One arm is draped between them, fingers languidly tracing her slit, while her other hand caresses her breast.

  “I see you started without me.” Being a smartass helps me control myself, lest I dive face-first in her pussy.

  She cups her mound and lets out the most delicious startled squeal. I want to hear that sound again. I walk to the foot of the bed, not allowing my gaze to stray from her face. “Don’t stop.” It comes out more abrupt than it sounded in my head. She’s gonna snap at me or pull the covers over her body.

  Nope. She’s slipping her fingers between her labia again, teasing me and herself. Her gaze is at once challenging and expectant.

  “Faster,” I say. “Fuck yourself with your fingers.”

  She smirks, even as she pushes a finger inside her bare, pink, swollen pussy. “Thought you were going to take care of that.”

  Oh I am. “Be a good girl and do as I say, and I will.”

  She arches her eyebrow and adds a second finger. Slides both of them in and out slowly, rocking her hips in time with her thrusts.

  She is gorgeous like this, chasing her pleasure. Her fingers glisten, coated in her juices. Her breasts jiggle as her breathing turns more shallow, the moves of her arm shorter and faster.

  “Pinch your nipple. Hard.”

  It doesn’t seem like she heard me. I lean over the bed, seize her ankle, and drag her closer. “Nipple. Till it hurts.”

  She scowls but she does as I asked. Traps the hardened peak between thumb and forefinger, and squeezes. Tugs. Twists. Her other hand rubs her clit furiously. My little hellion enjoys a little pain. Good.

  When her face is flushed and her back arches off the mattress, I say, “Enough.”

  She doesn’t stop.

  I land a slap on the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

  “Hey.” Her eyes throw daggers my way, but I can smell her arousal.

  I rub the red mark my palm left, then lean in and trace it with my lips and tongue.

  Irine squirms toward me, but I hold her in place with an iron grip on her hip. “I can’t decide”—I place a series of open-mouthed kisses up her thigh—“If I should eat you out, fuck you, or have you suck my cock.”

  She pushes into me. Grabs fistfuls of my hair and holds my head in place.

  Guess I know which option she favors.

  “Let go,” I think at her.

  She does so immediately, our link in place as always when she’s this aroused.

  I stand, and when she uses her legs to pull me back, trap them to the side with one arm. Crack—my palm lands hard on her ass. “I think I’ll fuck you first. Then, when you suck me clean, you can taste yourself on me.”

  I give her a single heartbeat to protest, but she only mewls and tries to free her legs. I shift my grip so I hold one ankle in each hand, and spread them. Pull her to the edge of the mattress.

  Irine stops thrashing and watches me, bottom lip trapped between her teeth. “Condom?”

  Fuck. I can’t contract or spread disease, but I can father children. I’ve always been careful in the past, but my lust for her takes over rational thought. “Top drawer.”

  She fumbles in my nightstand, fishes out a condom, and passes it to me.

  I rip the packaging with my teeth, toss it aside, and roll the rubber on. “Guide me.” I don’t know if I say it or think it, but she curls her hand around my shaft and rubs it along her cleft, before positioning me at her entrance.

  I mean to go slowly, Chaos be my witness, but it’s impossible when her wet heat touches the tip of my cock. I push inside her to the hilt, in one hard thrust, and it feels like sliding home. She’s tight enough that it’d be uncomfortable for both of us if she weren’t so wet.

  “Wait.” The word blares inside my skull. It’s in her voice, but her lips haven’t moved.

  I grit my teeth but stop moving. If she wants to stop things here, I will. I’ll hate it, but I won’t bed an unwilling female.

  “Promise me, no more lies,” she says.

  Can’t she just ask for the moon and stars? I’ll string them up and offer them to her in a necklace. But no. She requests the one thing that can tear us apart. Then again, if she doesn’t ask the right questions, I don’t need to lie.

  “I promise,” I say, withdrawing until only the tip is inside her. “No more lies.”

  “Good.” She drops her head back as I roll my hips, impaling her on my length again. Her hips fly up. “And it keeps getting better.”

  That last part was in my head. She’s thinking at me. Is she doing it on purpose? Does she even realize?

  “This... This is what you did yesterday. And on the flight.” She watches me, brow furrowed.

  I slam inside her in short, hard strokes that lift her ass off the mattress. Her eyes roll back, and she lets out a moan as I press my thumb to her clit. I don’t want her to come yet, but I need her unfocused, before I’m forced to admit to things she’s not ready to hear—immortals can’t break a vow lest they fade away.

  I’m tempted to use my powers to make her feel my lips on her nipples. My tongue prodding her ass, perhaps. But that will raise more questions at the worst possible moment. After this, after she’s mine and our bond is secured, I’ll tell her everything.

  I pinch her clit between the knuckles of my first two fingers. Rub. Twist. Tug. My cock sinks inside her pussy like it belongs there. Her body is soft. Pliable. It opens for me and welcomes me. Like the sea. Like home. This is where I belong.

  I let go of her clit, to wedge my arm beneath her back and lift her to me. She shifts her legs, so she’s straddling me. Her nails dig in my shoulders, as she seeks out my mouth. Bites at my lips. Bounces on m
y dick. She’s wanton. Wild. Claiming me as much as I claim her.

  I use my real hands to spread her asscheeks. Coat my real middle finger in her juices and press against her puckered hole. “Has anyone been here before?” I ask.

  She shakes her head, eyes squeezed shut and cheeks crimson red.

  I’ll stake my claim there too. Later. Once I’ve had my fill of this smooth pussy, clenching around me like a fist.

  I hold her in place while I piston my hips. The smell of blood makes me look at my arms. She’s raised welts that heal rapidly under my gaze. Does she notice?

  When I look back at her, her eyes are filled with awe. “What are you?” she asks.

  I fuck her harder, no longer holding back from projecting images to her of my mouth on her clit.

  She’s scorching me, her tight walls squeezing my length, her gaze boring into me. My orgasm is heavy in my balls, that tighten, ready to spill their load. But I keep thrusting until she comes apart on top of me, her teeth tearing into my lips, her pussy fluttering around my dick.

  I jerk inside her once, twice, three times, and then lift her off me and lay her back on the bed. On my knees, I snap off the condom and pull on my cock, ready to coat her belly with my spendings.

  Irine gives me a wicked grin and scrambles on all fours, to take me in her mouth.

  The moment her lips stretch around my girth, I let go. She sucks and gulps and swallows my seed greedily, and keeps sucking until my head feels light.

  So light, it no longer controls my mouth. “That was so much better in real life,” I say before I can stop myself.

  Irine’s eyes go wide.

  Fuck. I fist my hand in her hair and pull her up for a kiss. I should be able to tell her the truth now without risking losing her. We had sex. The bond must be complete.

  Then why does my heart constrict when she breaks the kiss and pushes me back with her hands on my shoulders?

  “What are you?” she asks once more.

  I can’t avoid the question again. “Are you sure you want to know?”

  She recoils, pulling the covers over her as she scoots back against the headboard. “You’re not laughing.”

  I shake my head. “It’s no laughing matter.”

  “So you’re not... human?”

  More head shaking. “Not really.”

  Irine nibbles on her bottom lip. “Assuming I’m not dreaming again or going crazy, you can’t be a vampire. You go out into the sun, and you have a tan.”

  She’s not panicking. Not bolting. If I were capable of falling in love, I’d be falling for her right now. But I can’t afford love; it’s a distraction. A weakness.

  Keep telling yourself that.

  The voice in my head sounds eerily like my own. It’d be much easier to ignore if it were Irine’s or even C’s.

  “You’re not a werewolf, either. Unless they have mental powers—I’ve always associated them more with brute force. So... a fairy?” She’s smiling, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

  Deep breath. “I’m a god.” It sounds conceited. “Potentially.”

  “A god?” She gives a slow blink. “Wait. You’re the Poseidon? How... How is that possible?”

  “Once the Olympians faded from people’s minds, they—we—also faded from existence. Our souls didn’t disappear, though. We’ve been reborn every few generations, to live and die as mortals. This time was different. The Titans have awakened. It could have gone horribly wrong, but they’ve been mated and stabilized, so our time has come to ascend.” The info dump is more than I meant to say. Definitely more than I should be sharing.

  She opens and shuts her mouth a couple times, before asking, “Who’s we?”

  “My brothers and I. You’ve met two of them.” I watch her for signs of disbelief. I can practically hear the cogs whirring in her head.

  She hugs her knees to her chest. Tilts her head. Narrows her eyes. “Are you telling me all this because you plan on killing me? Am I a ritual sacrifice of sorts? Don’t you need virgins for those?”

  I chortle before I can stop myself. “No. Of course not.”

  An almost natural smile curves her lips. “You don’t need virgins?”

  I tuck a lock of wet hair behind her ear, happy she doesn’t recoil. “You’re not a sacrifice. You’re my mate. Bonding with you is what will unlock my powers. I have access to some of them—I can compel people, for example—but I can’t teleport, and I couldn’t control water until you got in my—”

  “Compel people? Like, you can make them do what you want?” All playfulness disappears, as she straightens her back, instantly wary. Her gaze flits around the room. She’s seeking a way out.

  Which means I fucked up.

  “I can’t affect your will,” I say. “I tried, on the plane. Before we... Before. You weren’t affected at all. Everything you’ve done with me, everything you’ve felt, is all you.”

  She lifts her chin in defiance. “How do I know you’re telling me the truth?”

  Will she believe that I can’t break a promise? Doubtful, when she looks at me with distrust evident in her eyes. Only one way to prove I can’t control her. “Suck my cock.” I say it aloud and think it at her, imbuing the thought with suggestion.

  “Fuck off.” She’s got one leg off the bed before she stops and sits back, gathering a pillow in her arms. “Ah. Got it. My free will is intact.”

  Good.

  My relief is short lived, when she says, “What was that, about mate and bonding?”

  How to put it, so she doesn’t freak out? I really should have thought of this part sooner, but I didn’t expect I’d have to deal with it. The bond should be in place by now. I order the moisture in her hair to evaporate. Nothing happens. No bond, then. Fuck. It was to be established when I made her mine.

  I have to tell her the truth. I promised. “You are fated to be with me. Claiming you was supposed to bind us together for eternity, make us both immortal, and make me the king of gods, so I can rule the world.” With her by my side.

  Is it possible I am falling for her?

  She flares her nostrils. I have an inkling the pink spreading up her neck has nothing to do with arousal. “You wanted to claim me for eternity? Without asking if I was okay with it? Who told you I’m interested in being immortal? And why the fuck would I be okay with your arrogant ass ruling the world?”

  I will not be doubted by a mortal female. Not even this one. “You don’t get a say.”

  Fuck. Wrong thing to say. I meant that I’m a god whether she likes it or not, but that’s not how it came out.

  “Seriously? I don’t get to decide whether I become yours for freaking eternity?” Her voice is deceptively calm, but I see the turmoil in her hazel eyes. She kicks the pillow away and pads to the bathroom. When I make to follow, she slams the door in my face.

  I hear water running. Should I go in anyway? Fuck our argument away?

  Something tells me it’s not going to work. She needs to let off some steam, and then she’ll see reason.

  The water shuts off, and a couple minutes later, the door opens and Irine brushes past me, fully dressed.

  “I want you to rule by my side.” The words slip out as I reach for her arm.

  She whirls on me. “Don’t you fucking touch me. We’re done.”

  I can touch her. I can do anything I want to her. She’s mine. But the idea of making her hate me forces me to step aside. The moment she’s in the elevator, I grab my phone and call Hades’ cell. It rings forever, before he picks up.

  “Don’t let her leave,” I bark.

  “Her, who?”

  “Irine.” I choke down the you fucker.

  “What the fuck did you do?” His scowl travels through the line.

  “I told her.”

  There’s a pause, before he bellows, “You told her about us, and then you let her go?”

  This is what I need—the broodmaster’s judgment. I squeeze the phone until it creaks in my hand. “Just keep her in your office
till I come down.”

  “I’d love to help you, brother, but I’m afraid you’re too late. She’s left the building.”

  Fuck.

  I end the call, pull on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and hurry out of the bedroom. I’ll catch up with her. Go by her place. Make her listen. Fuck some sense into her. I press the elevator button repeatedly, as if that will make the car move faster.

  The doors open, and Hades and Hermes step out, blocking my path. “Sit.” Hermes points to an armchair.

  “Can’t. Need to get to Irine.”

  He shakes his head. “Not till she calms down. Tell me what happened, and we’ll figure out how to salvage things. She was fuming when she had me get her things from the limo.”

  Hades snorts. He’s not a fan of talking. If I did things his way, I should keep Irine locked in my room until she accepted my claim.

  I don’t sit. I’m too wired for that. “We had sex. The claim didn’t take. I told her about it—about us—and she was furious that I’d bond her without her consent. Like being my immortal mate would be a burden, not an honor.”

  Hermes covers his face with his palm. “Please tell me that’s not how you phrased it.”

  Anger boils in my chest. He’s mocking me? How dare he? I open my mouth to yell, and Hades presses a tumbler of scotch in my hand. “Drink this. I texted the others. They’ll be waiting for us at Denny’s. You’ll drink, get your head on straight, maybe get you some strange, and call Irine tomorrow. Get her to see things our way.”

  The thought of touching another woman after I’ve had Irine sours in my stomach, but the rest of the plan makes sense. I down the contents of my glass and nod. “Let’s go.”

  Chapter Sixteen – Irini

  I throw myself behind the wheel of my car and shove the key in the ignition.

  Ugh. Walking the two blocks to where I parked yesterday did nothing to calm me down. I should have slapped Sei. I might feel less like shit now if I did.

  I don’t know what pisses me off the most—that he tried to sneakily bind me into a very permanent relationship, or that part of me doesn’t mind all that much.