OF WAR Anthology Novels 1-3

by Lisa Beth Darling

  Pulling away from her, Ares licked his full lips as he kept her pinned to the bed below him. “We’re going to play a little game tonight, my Wife.” Reaching up to the brass rail headboard he pulled the free ends of Aphrodite’s Bonds of Love to him and began wrapping one around each of her wrists.

  Alena wasn’t too keen on that idea. The last time a man harnessed her it had been to a filthy weightlifter’s bench in an African refugee camp. Not anxious to revisit such events, Alena tried to pull away from him. When she couldn’t wriggle her wrists out of his hold, she began squirming to the other side of the bed in some vain attempt to escape. “Stop it,” he demanded in a soft but firm voice. “If you persist, this can only end badly for you.”

  That didn’t mean that she should just give up, did it? “Don’t.”

  “Listen to me, woman, you are mine. My Wife, my woman. Tonight and every night you belong to me.” Ares continued tying her left wrist to the bed and then went for the right, but she didn’t want to give it up. “You married me; do you trust me or not?”

  Alena wasn’t sure. She wanted to trust him, wanted to give herself heart, mind, body and soul to him, but she couldn’t stop seeing him in bed with Aphrodite, laughing like true lovers.

  When she didn’t answer, Ares knew he had a long night of pleasurable work ahead of him. Although he had to use more force than he may have wanted, he secured her right wrist with the ties. “These are very special; they respond to pleasure and to pain,” he advised. “If I hurt you, honestly hurt you, they will release on their own and you will be free. If I give you pleasure they will hold you tighter, gently, so that you can’t resist, can’t hold back from me.” He didn’t wait for her to reply before pulling the dagger from his belt, watching her eyes grow wide but the bonds on her wrists hold tight even as she tried to squirm away from him. He cut the straps on her pretty dress and then held the blade in his teeth as he slid it off her.

  Alena wasn’t sure if she liked this game; it did have its appeal, but…“Ares?”

  In his hand appeared a length of black cloth. “Have I told you today just how diabolically sexy I think you are? How you make my heart race and my blood boil with desire?” Ares tied the cloth around her head, covering her eyes with the blindfold and felt her shiver with fear and passion. Reaching over to the pillow next to her, he picked up the single long-stemmed rose on the bed and brushed the bloom over her forehead, over the blindfold, and then to the tip of her nose so that she could smell it and know what it was. As Alena drew in the sweet scent of the flower, he heard her heart quicken. “Soft?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Not as soft as you.” Licking his lips, he moved closer to her and held the rose upside down so that it hovered over one hard pink nipple and he watched it carefully as it lowered down and took that sweet flesh into the center of its warm embrace. The petals splayed over her milky flesh as he twirled it around. His lips closed down over the other; he heard her suck in a harsh breath, felt her back arch again as it caused the Bonds on her wrists to tighten. A shiver went through Alena’s body, but there was no fear in it this time. Warm milk expressed into his waiting mouth and Ares swallowed it down although Alena again tried to pull away.

  “Don’t,” she whispered as she wiggled to be away from the warmth of his mouth. “Raven.”

  Ares looked up at her and was glad she couldn’t see the sneer on his face. “Without me you wouldn’t have him,” Ares reminded her while he let his fingers tweak her nipple, bringing forth more milk that covered his fingertips. “These were mine long before they were his and they’ll be mine well after he stops suckling at them.” Lowering his head, Ares suckled in the same manner as his Son. If he thought the taste between her legs was something to savor, the milk of life she gave was indescribable. Luckily for him, the bittersweetness between her legs was a taste Raven would never know. “Honey,” Ares whispered and took down more. It tasted like warm honey fresh from the hive on a hot summer’s day. No wonder Raven was always screaming for his mother’s breast; if Ares were allowed to taste of this anytime he wanted he’d never leave this bed again.

  “Ares…no,” Alena whispered, part of her fearing what Ares was taking was sacred and meant only for Raven while the other, wilder part of her was titillated and wanted him to take more.

  The God of War was only spurred on by her protest and, rather than comply, sucked her tender nipple with all the force he could muster until she was gripping the ties, pulling herself toward the headboard, but her back never stopped arching into him and honeymilk poured down his throat. Breaking away from her and licking the last of her milk from his bottom lip, Ares whispered darkly, “I think you forget your place tonight, woman.” Swiftly, his lips went from her breast back to that highly sensitive space on her neck, just below her right ear. His mouth closed down hard, claiming what was his and not letting it go, as any wild wolf would do in the heat of passion.

  Alena pulled away for half-a-second before she laid still and turned her head so that he could get a better grip. “Oh, god,” she moaned, held helpless by the restraints keeping her gently in place for him.

  “Yes?” Ares muttered without letting go the hold his teeth had on her tender flesh. Once more, he thought of how easy it would be to kill her; a little more pressure and he’d rip out her throat and she’d never know what hit her. How could she possibly be so foolish? So vulnerable? Unless, of course, she did trust him, did want him to do this. As if in answer to his silent query, her quivering body broke out in a sweaty sheen.

  Alena didn’t know how Ares discovered that particular spot and she didn’t care because all she wanted was more. She never understood how he could make her cum with only his teeth at her throat, but he was doing it and she didn’t want it to end. She did want to touch him, to run her fingers through his thick midnight hair, hold him close, rake her nails down his rippled back, but the Bonds on her wrists wouldn’t hear of it. They held her down and heightened the pleasure until she couldn’t fight it anymore. Although she held her legs crossed tightly, the wave of heat still burst through her. The long trickle of moisture still ushered forth and clung to her inner thighs until she was breathless and begging for him to stop, to release her from the ever-building passion to the heights of climax.

  One last hard bite, just barely above of the threshold of breaking her skin, and the rose in his hand fell to the bed as he grabbed a hold of her tender breast. Her quick shallow breath hot against the side of his face came in time to the pulse pounding away below his canines. Alena’s back arched and she froze there while Ares took what was his until all of the tension in her arched body melted away and she lay breathless, helpless on the bed below him still twitching, still cumming for a moment longer. The salty night air filled with the scents of honeysuckle, roses, musk, and warm summer honey all around him. His own heart thundering away at double-speed and his cock hard as a diamond, Ares pulled away from her and let her rest for a moment.

  As she lay there limp and helpless, he teased her with the flower once more. Drawing it down over the flat of her stomach, over her outer thigh and up her moist inner thigh, it brushed over the sweet spot in between. Ares watched the goosebumps rise to meet his eyes. As the flower skipped gently along her alabaster skin, his soft moist lips passed by the inviting space between her legs as he kissed his way down her outer thigh. The rose made its way down her calf, over her toes and across the sensitive soles of her feet along with his lips, and then back up the other side.

  “Ares,” she said in a soft pleading voice. “Please.”

  “Please what?” he asked and wiped the drool away from his lips when her legs parted in answer to his question. Lying on his stomach, Ares moved between her legs and drew the soft petals of the rose across her outer lips. Watching intently, Ares settled the center of the rose over her clit and applied a gentle amount of pressure as he twirled it around. Alena’s hips jumped and she let out a low moan. His cock twitched at the sound, his mouth salivated and
couldn’t wait any longer for a taste of her. The long flat of his tongue moved around on the tender area between her legs, making his tongue tingle and his head fill with the scent of desire.

  The thick beard on his chin ruffled against the tender skin of her inner thighs while that hot tongue and those full moist lips explored the area between. Her hands gripped the restraints and pulled down hard. Drawing in a quick breath of cool night air, her head reeled as her hips rocked upward to greet his mouth. The Bonds tightened gently, softly holding her place without fear or pain. His soft moist tongue rolled around on her, one of his strong hands on her thigh and the other ventured its index finger gently inside her. Ares found her hot, wet, tight and perfect inside. Raven’s birth left no scars upon her. In fact, now that he’d slid into her she was getting wetter by the second. Those warm sweet juices fell down on his tongue and covered his bearded chin while they soaked his hand. He didn’t have to do much more than apply a bit of gentle pressure and keep his tongue working around the outside of her.

  He had another little surprise for her tonight. Withdrawing from her, he waved his hand over the empty space of mattress and an assortment of goodies appeared, all laying on a black velvet swatch and waiting for him to use them. Toys were something used with reserve due to Alena’s pregnancy and his desire not to harm her. She wasn’t pregnant anymore and she wasn’t wounded; now she was whole and ready. Plucking a small amethyst vibrator from the items, he inserted it in her gently and she gave no resistance. Blindfolded, she probably couldn’t tell what it was until he turned it on and then she gave out a little cry. She tried to jump away, then she shivered and began to moan when he applied pressure and slid it in deeper. A little more work with his tongue and then he rose up to hover over her, all tied and blindfolded to his bed like a good little girl. Sucking on his bottom lip to bite back the urge to pounce on her like a rabid wolf, he settled for going after one heaving breast covered in a light coat of sweat. The warm taste of honey greeted the tip of his eager tongue. When he’d had his fill and her nipples were hard as little rocks, he pulled away again, looked down to the place between her legs and saw it glistening in the moonlight.

  Another tool from his little bag of tricks on the bed, sliding the small purple vibrator out of her, he licked it clean before inserting the much larger toy in his hand.

  Alena was at the mercy of ecstasy and just waiting for him to mount her, to feel him deep inside, piercing her, pushing his way through wet walls that had waited too long already. That wasn’t what she felt and she rose quickly out of that blissful daze, “No!” she shouted as she twisted away from him.

  Ares still had a hold of her hip and he held her down with ease although she squirmed and bucked. “Mine,” he hissed, “you’re mine and you’ll do what I want, whatever I want, whatever I say.”

  “No,” the defiance in her voice faded to a whisper. Up until now, everything had been beyond her dreams and desires and she was willing to do nearly anything he asked, but not this.

  The strong stench of fear wafted up to him but the ties at her wrists held tight, telling him he had yet to cross a line. At the knots, her little hands were balled into fists wrapped around the cloth as she tried to use it to pull away from him. With a grin he looked down at the dildo making its way inside of her and realized her problem; it was extremely realistic yet somewhat smaller than his own cock. “You think I’d share you with another man? You’re out of your mind.” Pushing the large toy further into her, Ares spread out his hand so that she could feel his fingers gliding on her inner thighs and know he was telling the truth. “There is no one else here. Lay down.” Alena didn’t readily do as he commanded so he stated his demand again with a little more force. “Down. Now.”

  The harder she fought the Bonds the higher she began to fly. Fear and passion rose in swift competition but passion won out in the end even as her arms fought against the restraints. What he was doing felt so good and so right she never wanted it to end. With her breath hitching in her chest and her mind racing with desire, Alena collapsed against the pillows.

  “Good girl,” Ares mumbled as he continued working her with the dildo, sliding it in and out of her. The deeper it went the wetter she became with each stroke. “You can’t fight me, you’re mine.”

  “Ares…my Lord, my Love…please….” The intense beauty of this moment, one she thought she’d never have again, made her so joyous it brought a tear to her eye that trickled below the blindfold.

  “Please, what?” Ares asked for a second time as the pace of his hand quickened, thrusting the handy tool in and out of her with speed and skill. Alena was so wet it moved in her as though it had been made to fit her.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged in a long rolling moan. As the build-up came to its crescendo, the world spun wildly on its axis so swiftly she thought they’d be flung out into the far outer reaches of space and time. That would be just fine with her. Unable to hold back the wave of desire any longer, she let go and gave all that her Husband demanded until there was no more to give, until his hand was covered and the blanket below her soaked through. When the crushing wave of climax was nearly over, he buried his bearded cheeks between her legs to lap up the trickle still ushering forth. That brought a second, smaller, climax. “I love you,” she cried out softly.

  “And I you, never forget that, Alena.” Licking the last of her juices from his lips, Ares slithered over her quivering body to see her face flushed with color and laid his large hand over the place where her heart beat so rapidly he thought it would never calm. With the blink of his gleaming onyx eyes, the leather pants disappeared and so did his boots; he lay naked and free at her side, letting his hands run wild over her before sliding up her sweaty frame and mounting her head. Running the tip of his hard cock along her parted lips, “What’s this?”

  Alena didn’t hesitate to answer, “Mine, it’s mine.” She opened her mouth to receive him. His cock was hot and hard but still decadently soft, a fist in a velvet glove, as her tongue danced around it and beads of sweat broke out between her exposed breasts.

  Ares’ hand caressed her face as he let out a deep moan above her, and she took him down further. “Always your Lord. Your Husband. Your Lover. Always yours no matter what.” Planting his hands on the brass rail of the headboard, Ares held on as he thrust in and out of her mouth and her tongue danced around him. For the last three months he’d had to be satisfied by his own hand, but that was over now. He hadn’t done so much as watch the women while they crawled all over each other’s hot sweaty bodies. In this particular position, with the stars and the full moon above him, Ares felt the Old Wolf in him stir. His heavy balls slapped against her chin with each increasing thrust, bringing him further down her willing working throat until every inch of that Louisville Slugger disappeared. Sweat broke out on his forehead as his heart started racing and his hands gripped the bar harder. Alena loved to give him head; she never hesitated to get on her knees or lay him down but this position was different. Doubly so with her tied to the bed and blindfolded while she sucked him off. Muscles tightening from his neck to his toes and those long thrusts becoming shorter as they grew more rapid, Ares’ eyes rolled back in his head until only the whites showed. Going without so much as a grope for months, it didn’t take long before his climax was rising. The brass rail below his hands shook and let out a ringing sound as the metal clinked against itself. The bed soon followed as the climax seized hold of his legs down to his toes, pushing against the mattress for better leverage. Pushing his hot rod all way down her slender throat as it throbbed and pulsed, Ares threw back his head and let out a howl that sent the birds in the trees flying from the safety of their nests. Bursts of hot spew erupted from his aching cock down her throat before rising up again to spill down the corners of her mouth.

  Below him, Alena sucked down as much of him as she could and smiled as he dismounted and lay down next to her. “Take these off, I want to touch you.”

  Ares reached up and slowly sli
d his hand along her arm up to the ties at her wrists. “No,” he whispered, “these stay, but,” he reached under her head with the other hand and untied the blindfold, “how’s that?”

  “Better,” she cooed and let her eyes focus on the man with her and the beauty of the sparkling night surrounding them.

  “Tell me you forgive me.”

  “I’ll always forgive you.”

  “Say it.”

  Alena drew in a breath and felt sadness touch her heart before love shooed it away. “I forgive you, I understand.” Life on Olympus was a real bitch and she’d do just about anything to return to her life in Ceres Agar rather than go back to that hellhole. The rules were different there and the stakes higher. If she was going to live with him as his Wife for the rest of time—or as much of it as she had left to her—then she had to get used to it. “I know. It will always be us against them, but the good part of that is that there will always be us.”

  “Always, you and me,” Ares promised and felt his heart grow light. As long as they stood together then they would weather whatever storm came their way, he was sure of it. Safe in that knowledge, his body began to stir again.

  II

  High on Olympus nearly everyone was watching Ares and Alena making love, all shrouded away from the world on their soft bed on the beach under a starlit night. Aphrodite sat at her vanity staring into her mirror watching them, on the verge of tears as she stroked her belly, watching the unborn girl’s Father make love with his Wife instead of with her. The love between the two could be felt even through the mirror; Aphrodite felt sad and a little cheated as tears began stinging her eyes.