Blown Away

by L. J. Vickery

  When the tour of the rooms wrapped up, Candy couldn’t resist. She gave Enlil another hug. “Have we missed anything?”

  She could tell Enlil hesitated to say something, but she threatened to boycott his horns next time they appeared if he didn’t spill it.

  “I guess you’ll hear about it eventually,” he finally admitted. “When Tiny checks his savings balance, he’s going to be a little shocked.”

  Candy’s breath caught.

  “To help with those scholarships he’s inordinately proud of?” Enlil looked very pleased. “We added a few zeros to his bank account.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Candy and Enlil sat in the semi-darkened gym, along with the other guests who were reluctant to leave. They were completely zonked out on folding chairs. Candy and several of the women had rid themselves of the pointy high heels they’d been wearing―the reason for the thick runners on the newly surfaced floor―and Enlil rubbed her feet.

  Vast quantities of food had been consumed over the day, and Jovana had finally been convinced to leave the kitchen and relax while large bowls and pans drained and dried on the sideboard.

  “Best wedding ever,” Candy yawned and waited for agreement.

  “That’s because it was yours.” JP nuzzled the shoulder of the woman he’d brought as a date. It became obvious to everyone where that one was going.

  Candy turned her eyes toward Jake. He was the only one pacing, and he looked ready to let loose and prowl. Candy stifled a sigh. Her boss had reluctantly witnessed loving couples throughout the day, and he needed to find a companion for a few hours to take the edge off.

  It was sad, but the team called him a manwhore behind his back because of the number of women he worked through, and Candy could tell he had the itch now. She only wished she understood what drove him. Jake was a sincere, loyal, stand-up guy. With everything and everyone but the women he dated.

  “Nice wedding, Candy.” Jake came over and dropped a kiss on her head. He sent a hand out and got a fist-bump from Enlil. “Are you headed back to Boston?” he asked.

  “About that.” Candy gave Enlil a nudge and the god rose from his chair. “Can I talk to you? Privately?”

  “Sure.” Jake led Enlil across the gym and entered the empty classroom. “What do you need?”

  Enlil wasted no time. “You actually.” It looked like he surprised the agent. “We have a special ceremony back in the Blue Hills that will make Candy a goddess, and she’d really like to have you attend. Do you think you can get some time off next week to head East?”

  “Hell yes, Enlil.” Jake grinned. “How many people get to say they’ve attended a god mating ceremony? Uh, or not say, I guess.” He stroked his chin. “Still, I wouldn’t miss it for anything. As a matter of fact, I have three weeks leave coming to me. If you can put up with me for that long, I’d love to make it a real vacation. I could use some R&R.”

  “Absolutely,” Enlil assured him. “And I can have some of the guys point you in the direction of some of the better clubs in town if you’re looking for some action. We’ll double up the folks in the cottages so you can have a place of your own to do whatever.”

  “That sounds like a plan. I look forward to it.” Jake stuck out his hand and they shook.

  “Well, okay.” Enlil clapped him on the back, and within minutes of getting back to the group, the god watched Jake leave. For all his control and bravado, Jake seemed like a troubled soul. He’d have to ask Candy, and then maybe have the witches look into it. And speaking of witches. Wasn’t Angie just glowing like a firefly tonight? He’d speculated that the little red-haired immortal would develop a thing for Ishkur, but in the end, the two had opted for friendship.

  Tonight, however, it appeared Angie and Tiny had hit it off. The petite witch clung to Tiny’s enormous biceps and looked up at him with adoration.

  “What’s up with that?” Enlil whispered to Candy.

  “I have no clue.” She grinned back. “I’ve never seen Tiny hook up with anybody before. But I’m thinking his dry spell might be over tonight.”

  Enlil sat back, nursing a glass of punch, not in the least bit jealous as his wife leaned over to catch the ear of her old flame Thiago.

  The man remained good looking, but also obviously harried and controlled by his largely pregnant, knock-out of a wife. Enlil didn’t have a single qualm that Candy would defect, and it looked like Thug’s wife was of the same mind.

  Paying no mind to the once tight two, the woman had settled down to talk everything pregnancy with the fully blossomed Tess, who looked like she’d gone weeks past due. Then finding that Holly and Lenore were both in the first bloom of their second trimester, she grabbed their ears as well.

  Enlil glanced over at Candy. How would she look large and round with his child in her belly? He felt his eyes glow golden, and he wanted to howl his satisfaction at the idea. But first things first. Amulet ceremony. And then bed until she was most assuredly knocked up.

  Luckily, Candy had readily agreed to children, as long as she could keep her job and work until time to deliver. Enlil could get onboard with that. They had decided to commute, since Candy would be able to make the trip coast to coast in half an hour with him, once she’d been made into a goddess.

  Then as soon as a baby arrived, the witches and Kate had happily agreed to offer daycare if Candy wanted to return to work. They were already getting a taste of it with Maity in their part-time charge, and they were loving every minute of it.

  The place started to clear out. Enlil made it a point to go sit next to Jovana, who clapped a hand around one of his huge biceps. She looked at him decisively.

  “You have some big friends,” she said, her eyes narrowed in speculation of some sort.

  “I do,” Enlil gave back tentatively, wondering where Jovana headed with this.

  “One had a very unfortunate turn of events with his tongue, which seemed to split into two parts while eating my fish stew,” she said evenly. “And another didn’t seem to need the ice bucket to add ice to his wife’s drink.”

  His new mother-in-law scrutinized him closely to see if he had anything to say. Enlil stayed silent.

  “I also saw a number of items disappear and reappear in the kitchen. It seems someone helped Absu with the dishes.”

  She didn’t say “someone invisible,” but that’s what she inferred.

  “Jovana?” he allowed. “How about I make you a promise?” Enlil didn’t think this was the appropriate time to be spilling any secrets.

  “Promise away, Enlil,” she answered.

  “Okay. After the delivery of your first grandchild, I’ll tell you everything you want to know. But in the meantime, you have to turn a blind eye to anything odd you might see. Deal?”

  He looked at the woman fondly. What a smart cookie, and once a grandchild started exhibiting powers, Jovana was, by necessity, going to have to be brought into the fold.

  “I’m agreeable to that.” Jovana nodded. “But would you tell whoever it is that’s interested in my fox fur cape that I prefer it not disappear again?”

  “I’ll let Emesh know.” Enlil’s eyes twinkled. He’d seen the gay god with the stole wrapped around his neck a number of times tonight. Nope. There were no flies on Jovana.

  The gods and agents filed out, saying their goodbyes one by one or two by two. Addie May and Kate were getting a ride back to their hotel with Anshar and Lenore. Jovana hitched a ride home with Thiago and wife. Enlil listened as Lenore sought out her mother. “Mom, we’re leaving now. Grab your coat.”

  Angie blushed a fine, high color for a redhead. “I’m going to stay for a while and help Tiny clean up,” she replied. “He’ll give me a ride home.”

  Enlil almost choked as Lenore snorted. “I won’t wait up. But I want every detail tomorrow or whenever you get back.”

  More heat crept into Angie’s face when Lenore turned to leave.

  Enlil bent down where Candy still stood in deep conversation with Dunsky, Charlie, Ish
kur, and Absu. They pussy-footed around the god thing with Charlie, not letting her know what and who everyone really was, but they’d begun alluding to a few things, preparing her for a reveal in the near future. Absu, however, was vehement about treating her with kid gloves. He’d said he didn’t want her young, innocent head worried about anything.

  “And how about you, wife?” Enlil had the satisfaction of saying. “Are you ready to go?” Enlil asked. He’d gone ten hours without sampling or tasting her body, and he couldn’t wait any longer.

  Candy could see what was in Enlil’s eyes, and she had a treat in store for him. She’d begged the key from Tiny earlier, and he’d rolled his eyes, but given it up. She’d assured him it was all she and Enlil needed for a wedding present.

  Candy got to her feet and towed Enlil in the direction opposite the front door.

  “Uh, babe? Time to go home?” He didn’t pretend to be happy she headed back toward the kitchen.

  “Trust me, Enlil.” Candy’s voice fluttered from her throat like a warm breeze. “You’ll like where we’re going.”

  She led him through the kitchen and fit the key she held into the lock on a back door. She pulled him through and clicked the door closed behind them. They emerged into a small enclosed yard, the sides made up of high fencing, and the rear wall being the back end of a brick building that fronted on the next street over.

  It was toward the wall that she tugged him.

  “I took my panties off about an hour ago,” she breathed into his ear, yanking him down by his braids and sending warm breath caressingly into his whorls while she pressed her body into his.

  Enlil’s cock hardened instantly against her. She had on a sexy short white wedding gown, and knew the picture of her sitting and talking with company while her pussy was bare would get her husband highly excited.

  “And why did you do that, my wife?” Enlil’s throat worked convulsively, and he surrounded her waist with big, strong hands.

  “Because I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be fucked hard up against a wall.” She licked her lips and looked behind her at the bricks. “Do you think you’re up to the challenge?” she teased.

  “Shit. I’m up, for sure.” Enlil took her hand and placed it on the front of his tux trousers. Gods, he looked dashing in black and white, but he’d look even better in a minute, if she had her way. She unzipped his pants.

  “Don’t pull them down,” she ordered, then threaded her hand in through the hole in his boxers and brought out his turgid cock to cradle it. She could see his shaft clearly outlined against the dark of his tux in the moonlight, and gave him a tug forward.

  “Touch me?” Her voice murmured, low-pitched but Enlil didn’t need to be asked twice.

  While she surrounded him with her warm hand, he worked up beneath her skirts. He ran his fingers up her thigh and found her damp nest of curls. Candy was already wet. She’d been thinking about him, about this for the past hour while she walked around with her bare pussy a scant few inches from everyone’s gaze. It made her crazy and she hoped it did the same for him as he worked a finger up inside her, right where she wanted his cock to be.

  “Up against this wall, is that right?” He inched her backward, using the pressure of his finger in her snatch to put her smack up against the bricks. It was everything she’d imagined. Erotic times a million.

  “Oh, wait,” he said. And she nearly pouted he might withdraw, until her industrious god tugged her dress up in the back, then shoved her bare ass hard against the cold surface. Her pussy clenched around his finger.

  “You like that?” he purred.

  “Oh, yes.” She could barely breathe.

  He slowly dragged his digit from her wanting pussy, and using her own juices sent it backward to draw tight concentric circles on the bud at her rear.

  She sucked in a deep breath at the new feeling. It was dark and forbidden and had her heart pounding even harder.

  Using his free hand, Enlil hitched one of her legs up and time stopped. He bent into position and nudged her front entrance with the head of his cock, separating her lips before prodding his way up and into her slickness, slowly filling her completely.

  Candy loved the feel of him, and was now easily able to relax to accommodate his size. But this time, as she willed her muscles to loosen, he gently pressed his finger inward from behind and entered her ass. Candy gasped.

  “Is this okay?” he asked, clearly knowing the answer from her satisfied moan. “Good. Just let yourself go,” he crooned. “I’ll do the work.”

  Enlil supported her weight. His free hand now cupped her ass cheeks and he urged her to hook her heals around his hips.

  “Clasp your arms around my neck.” His voice was little more than a rasp. When she was secure and gave a nod against his crisp, white shirt, Enlil got down to business again.

  He drove into her aching pussy again and again, pistoning toward the wall with his prick. He took her hard while taunting her backside with a finger that delved, then retreated. Candy nearly lost her mind, and fought to stifle her screams. Enlil captured her mouth, as if he knew, and swallowed the explosive noises.

  His chest heaved and his finger probed. It was better than any fantasy she’d ever concocted. Enlil was strong, overpowering, and so fucking magnificent. He grunted his satisfaction as he urged her higher, and she clung to him like he’d commanded―unable to do anything more―and let him have his way.

  His lips broke from hers and small moans escaped from her mouth in rhythm with his thrusts. She bit his shirtfront to once again muffle her cries.

  “No, Candy. Let me hear it this time. I want your screams when you come.” He thrust his finger into her welcoming ass now, mimicking the pace his cock kept where it buried itself in her pussy. Every nerve ending stretched to the limit, and suddenly she was afraid her climax would be too great. She squirmed against Enlil, unsure if she could take it.

  “Come for me, Candy,” he ordered, and as if he commanded her very will, she was unable to stop the rushing sensations that had her flushed from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. Candy might as well have been wearing the collar. The tendrils of need wound themselves relentlessly up inside her along with Enlil’s cock and his finger.

  “Fuck, Enlil,” she screamed his name, just like he’d asked. She couldn’t help herself.

  He roared back, clearly as shaken as she at their intimate connection. “Now, baby, now.” He drove deep one more time, stilling everything, holding the pressure until she spilled over the edge, clenching and spiraling. She could feel him everywhere in her pussy and in her ass.

  Her crushing orgasm pushed him over the edge, because he came deeply, sole-shatteringly to cry out her name as well.

  Time got hung up, and Candy had no idea how long they stood still joined until finally she shivered, the cold of the night seeping into her flesh.

  “Oh gods, Enlil.” Candy hoped he’d cover her up, but not put her down any time soon, because there was no way she’d be able to stand on her own. “So fucking incredible.” She grunted softly. “I think I’m really going to like being your wife.”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  “You’re sure about this, Candy?” Marduk sounded far from pleased because he realized―like Candy― that Enlil would be furious. But she remained vehement.

  “I know it goes against everything you guys want for your Chosen, but this is my decision and that’s the way it’s going to be.” She dug her heals in, and when Candy made up her mind, that was that. Even the head of the Blue Hills household understood that.

  “Fine. But if Enlil refuses to let things move forward, it’s on you.” Marduk turned his head up to the ceiling and rubbed his eyes.

  Candy nodded. “Let’s get things started. He won’t shut it down.” Candy pretended a certainty she didn’t feel, but bluff was always her fallback position.

  “So…do you want me to let him know?” Marduk didn’t sound like he was keen on that task.

  “N
ope.” Candy had worked this through. “Better to spring it on him. Then he won’t have time to balk.” She hoped that emotions would be too high―once Enlil found out her plans―for him to deny her.

  “It’s your call.” Marduk sighed, and Candy, satisfied, left his office. The amulet ceremony was set for six-thirty in the evening, and Candy banked on Marduk just wanting to get through it. He and Tess could then take a break from the intrigue and hoopla to settle down and finally concentrate on having their baby.

  There had been shitloads going on lately, what with the kidnapping, the holidays, and the weddings, that he hadn’t had time to prepare his brain for being a dad in what should be fewer than two weeks. Not that Marduk would probably change a thing about the fast pace that swirled around him and his friends after being invisible and lonely for over three centuries.

  Candy felt ramped up. She’d told Lenore and Dani-Lee what she planned on doing, and every nerve in her body zinged in anticipation. The two women, far from discouraging her, had instead helped her get decked out with her goal in mind. The attire they’d shopped for that afternoon had been the subject of contention, and eventually Lenore had prevailed.

  The witch-turned-goddess’s outrageous pick had been a saucy red bustier, a corset, and a deep, unrelentingly purple thong.

  Candy had grimaced. “Can’t we find something plain and white?” she’d asked and Lenore had snapped her fingers.

  “That’s just the look we’ll go for. Sacrificial virgin white. It will drive the guys wild.”

  Candy groaned as both Lenore and Dani disappeared, only to shake her head vehemently when she regarded what they’d brought back.

  “Not on your life, ladies. Enlil will kill me.”

  “Well, duh. He’s going to kill you anyway when he figures out what you’ve got planned,” Dani answered reasonably. “This getup? It might just save your behind. If Enlil is thinking with his male equipment, his rational brain might sufficiently shut down. Just try it on.”