Guardian (Daughters Of The Gods, Book 2) (5 page)

“I have a temper.” She handed the menu to him and shrugged. “I don’t like
ultimatums nor do I like being told what to do, even though I always do my duty. I don’t like to lose and I play hard. I’m selfish and fickle and I think that’s all I will say. Anything else, and I doubt I’d see you again.”

“You think I’d just disappear
?” She choked on her drink.

Lelantos frowned
at her reaction. But before she responded, the awareness of being watched prickled his senses again, making his skin crawl. He needed to stay alert without concerning the woman.

“Perhaps,” s
he continued, seemingly unaware of his tension. When she met his gaze, he forgot everyone else in the room and should she say the word, he’d do anything she wanted him to. To her. To others. Never had a woman enthralled him as much as she did. Why, he couldn’t fathom. But there was something...

“If you had any sense you’d disappear from
me, Len. Before it’s too late,” she said, her voice resigned.

“I don’t want to.” The tension between them fired his blood. Lelantos swallowed and fought his base desires.
His cock hardened and his blood thundered toward his heart, making his chest hurt. That she was warning him away made her even more irresistible. And the fact he had no idea why made it more so.

“So be it. I’ll have the salad,” she said.

Cat wondered if her hints for him to leave, to get as far away from her as he could, would trigger the Titan inside him to heed her words. And yet, nothing so far had made him wonder about her. If her instincts were correct, everything she was saying to him was only making him more intrigued with her.

He wanted her. She could feel that. His dark hooded eyes burned with unsated lust. Lelantos in his human form would be hot in bed. She licked her lips and
ran her gaze over his form. His shoulders were wide, his chest taut beneath his cotton shirt. And sitting across the table from him, she could smell his aftershave. He made her mouth water.

Yep, Lelantos would be
a great fuck.

They ordered their mea
l. With what she had to do after they ate, she wasn’t in the mood for meat, and the salad she ordered would sit lighter in her stomach. He beckoned for more wine and Cat took the opportunity to check as to where her brother, Hermes was standing. She noted he sat at the bar, his gaze not wavering from them. She looked away, not wanting the reminder that by tomorrow she’d have removed this Titan from the world forever.

Her stomach turned and she took a large fortifying sip of her drink.

“Everything all right, Cat?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be
?” she asked, waving his concern away. Her body buzzed at the prospect of the forthcoming battle. Soon, he would know who and what she was and never had she felt such unease over a decree from Zeus. The human saying of make love not war, haunted her thoughts. Why did Lelantos have to be so nice? Why couldn’t the bastard Titan be as cruel and vindictive as the gods of Olympus? It would certainly make her life a lot easier.

Their meals came and she picked at the rabbit food that was placed before her. Her stomach knotted with nerves before she took a calming breath. This was ridiculous. Lelantos was her enemy. H
e had killed her kind. He had even fought against her during the War of the Gods. Everyone must pay for their sins sooner or later. Unfortunately, soon Lelantos would pay for his.

“Let
’s get out of here,” she said.

He looked up from his meal and something in her chest hurt. He
seemed so innocent. Hopeful even. And she was going to kill him.

“If you like.”

She nodded and stood, waited for him to join her after paying the bill, then headed toward the door. Cat glanced over her shoulder and caught Hermes drinking the last of his brandy and standing to follow them. The cool night air sent goosebumps over her skin and she willed herself to be strong. She could do this. He was only a Titan. Nothing special.

He turned her about
just as they stepped across the threshold of the restaurant. Her heart stilled in her chest as he leaned in, taking her breath in a searing kiss. He tasted of beer and controlled desire. His lips demanding, yet soft beckoned her to open up to him. To let him in. Cat kissed him back, the force of her desire overriding her destiny as this man’s killer. Heat pooled at her core and the slight drizzle in the chill New York air did little to cool her down. His tongue fought with hers and she moaned, standing on tiptoe to deepen the kiss. From afar she heard the catcalls of passersby’s, whistles and laughter over their heated embrace and she chuckled.

She had forgotten what it was like to live. To laugh
even. Lelantos suckled her bottom lip and pulled back.

“If you turn me down tonight
, I think I’ll die.”

Cat turned and hailed a cab, summoning
it with her will. Tonight Lelantos was safe, not that being in her bed was ever an overly harmless option for anyone lucky enough to get there. “Not tonight, Lenny. Come with me,” she said, opening the cab’s door. Lelantos smiled, and the breath in her lungs caught. He looked so carefree and young. Just a man out on a date, enjoying himself.

Cat shuffled in beside him and
just as they drove away; she saw Hermes come out onto the pavement. She flicked her wrist and watched as her brother flew back and hit the building with a resounding thud. She turned to Lelantos, content in the knowledge her brother wouldn’t follow to create a public scene. “I meant what I said before. You should probably stay away from me. I’m trouble.”

“I was born for trouble.”

Lelantos kissed her and she welcomed the slow glide of seduction he was bestowing on her. Cat chuckled as he flicked the strap of her dress off her shoulder and started to kiss her there.

“I
’ll bet you were,” she said.

CHAPTER

Six

Cat pushed Lelantos away and
ordered the driver to take them to the Astoria. Lelantos raised a brow and she knew what he was thinking. That she didn’t trust him enough to take him to her home. “I’m not a local, remember? I told you, didn’t I?” she asked, wondering if she had. “So we’ll have to make do with my hotel instead.”

His eyes burned and Cat shifted on her seat as heat pooled between her legs. Sitting in
that cab, she could almost forget she was an immortal, the daughter of a god. Could imagine for just one night she was a woman who was about to thoroughly enjoy the man who sat beside her, taut with need and all but restraining himself from taking her here and now.

The image of having sex in a car with him almost made her groan.
To have his large hands and muscular arms guide her to absolute pleasure was something she knew she’d enjoy. And if the bulge in his pants was any indication, he was...nicely endowed. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on him and take him any way she liked.

The car pulled up before
the hotel. As she wasn’t actually staying there, she had to use her powers to will the doorman and reception staff to greet her and hand over the key to an unoccupied room. The last thing she wanted was for Zeus or Hermes to arrive and ruin her little sexual
tête-à-tête
. Not that she expected Zeus to, as he was the one who had said for her to gain Lelantos’ trust in any way she could. She was merely doing as she was told.

Lelantos
’ hand held steadfast against the base of her back as they walked toward the elevators and she remained silent while they waited. Desire all but burned between them and Cat could feel the effect to the very pit of her soul. Her skin tingled, and her expectation was heavy. Never had she ever been so turned on by anyone.

A
t this stage she’d be lucky to make the room.

The elevator door opened and Cat smiled at Lelantos
’ reflection in the mirrored back wall. He didn’t smile, just kept his dark, hooded orbs focused on her and she shivered. Cat willed the other people waiting to take the lift to walk on and avoid the lift. Lelantos stood beside her, his body thrumming with energy and pent up sexual need. Unable to wait, Cat turned to him as soon as the door closed and gasped when he yanked her into his arms and pushed her hard up against the side of the lift.

She moaned when he clasped her thighs and wrapped them about his hips. All that separated them were her tiny pair of barely
-there knickers and Lelantos kissed her, hard. Showed her through his hardened touch that she was his for the taking and there was no going back.

Not that Cat wished to anyway. With every glide of tongue
, he undulated against her sex and never had she wanted so much to demand that someone should rip her clothes off and put her out of her misery. His fingers clasped hard against her skin, their bodies unable to get close enough.

Cat reached between them and slid her hand against his cock. Lelantos broke the kiss and watched her. His swallow
, when she reached further and cradled his balls, was almost audible.

“What floor?”

She kissed him quickly before comprehension dawned. Cat looked to the lifts control panel and smiled when she realized they hadn’t moved. “Twenty-first.”

Lelantos pushed the number then placed his hand back under her bottom. Cat tried to shift closer to his sex, his heat, him
, but nothing she knew would douse her desire until he took her.

Again she shivered at the thought. “How long since you’ve been with
someone?”

His hand slid down and up her thigh before coming to stop next to her heat.
Cat’s toes curled, her body taut with need. She would have him do anything he liked with her, just so long as he wouldn’t stop.

“A while,” he said, sliding a finger under her panties and teasing her sex.

Cat shut her eyes and bit her lip as she tried to form words to ask her next question. “Are you going to do anything with that finger?”

“Would you like me to?” Lelantos hitched her higher against his hips but continued to stare
into her eyes. For the first time Cat let go of being in control and settled to just enjoy what he did to her. Would do to her.

“Yes,” she said, her voice husky with
desire.

She
sighed when he slid inside her, the urge to come coiling her tight as a spring. She clasped his shoulders and moaned when he added a second finger. He teased her slowly, fucked her with his hands at a pace that would drive the most patient immortal female to distraction.

No sooner had he started
than he stopped, just as the lift doorbell rang out and then opened. Cat blinked at the man waiting for them to get off. Lelantos bade good evening to the gentleman with a voice that didn’t sound the least bit blind-sided with lust like Cat wanted it to. She checked the room number on the key and started to walk up the passage.

His large frame loomed
beside her and left her feeling guarded and desired. Neither emotion was overly common for Cat. She was usually the one guarding gods and the position of hunter in her father’s court didn’t leave a lot of time for desire. Even if most of the gods she knew were as hot as Hades.

“Where are you from, Cat?”

She fumbled with the door lock, her mind scrambling to think of an answer. “I travel around a lot. I really don’t have a set home
per se
.”

He looked down at her with one
eyebrow raised.

Cat smiled to hide her lie. “Don’t you believe me?”

Lelantos wished he could but there was something about her sudden nervousness that warned him of the lie. It didn’t make any sense. She had no reason not to tell him. Unless she still didn’t trust him enough and thought him some raging lunatic who’d hunt her down for some unknown reason in the future and rid her of her life.

“Not particularly,” he said closing the hotel room door behind them. “But what I’d like to know is why
would you lie to me? I’m not going to hurt you.”

Pain crossed her features before she
moved toward him and draped herself against his chest, her features once again a mask of unsated desire. Lelantos swallowed and pulled her hard against his sex. She smelt divine, exotic and beautiful and something in his gut clenched. Hard.

“I like to travel and see new places. I really don’t have a set home here. And that is the truth.” Cat
ran her hand against his chest then started to undo his shirt buttons. Lelantos watched her, his body poised to finally have her. Never had he wanted sex with a human so badly before. Everything she did intoxicated him, made him yearn for her. There was nothing that consumed him more than the thought of sinking into her hot body and riding them both to a pleasurable end.

He leaned
down and brushed his lips against hers, allowed the small burn in his gut to ignite and consume them both. Her fingers delved into his hair and held him fast against her. Lelantos made short work of her black dress and stepped back to watch it drop to the ground.