Goddess by Chance (Demi-God Daughters Book 2) (15 page)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

The words flew out of Arienne’s mouth before she could stop herself, but she didn’t regret them. Her heart told her she was right, but Chris was shaking his head.

“No.”

“No? What do you mean no?”

“Just because I’ve shared some things with you doesn’t change anything. I’m willing to wait. There’s no rush.”

“I don’t want to wait.”

“Sweetheart, you could’ve been raped today.”

“But I wasn’t. I’m safe, I’m whole, and I want to be with you. Don’t you want me?”

Chris ran his hands through his hair. “Of course I want you. I just don’t want you to do something you might regret later.”

Arienne took Chris’s face in her hands. “How could I ever regret being with you? You love me, and I can see it. I trust you.”

Chris’s eyes narrowed and she swallowed, feeling a bit nervous. It was like he was trying to stare into her soul, to find whatever truths she might be hiding.

“Are you sure?” he finally asked.

She nodded. “Yes. I want to be with you,” she said rising from the couch.

Chris watched her, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Just give me five minutes and come in, okay?” she told him.

He nodded, and Arienne gave him a brief smile before she turned and went to her bedroom. With fast moving hands, she jerked open her dresser drawers, looking for something sexy to wear for Chris. Lingerie was not something she’d ever purchased, but after shifting clothes around, she finally found something she was satisfied with. Closing her drawers, she sprinted for the shower. She was about to made love to for the first time, and she knew it would be perfect.

****

Triton wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was a god and nothing was supposed to unnerve him, but the knowledge that he was about to make love to Arienne had him sweating like a summer jogger. He loved her, but he knew he didn’t deserve her. She was offering him a precious gift, to be the first man she invited into her bed. He wanted to convey all the love he felt for her with his body, but would that be enough to outweigh the things he’d done? All the ways he’d planned to hurt her? He didn’t know.

“Chris?”

His head snapped in the direction of her bedroom. Standing, his limbs shook as he walked barefoot to her bedroom. An angel was about to take a devil into her bed. Triton took a breath and entering Arienne’s bedroom found both bedside lamps were lit. Standing at the foot of the bed was Arienne. Triton bit back a moan.

“You’re breathtaking.” He moved closer to Arienne.

She had her arms in front of her, a shy smile on her face, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Clad in a red, lacy bra that emphasized the abundance of her breasts and matching boy cut underwear, Arienne was a vision

“Thank you,” she said.

Seeing the faintest blush rising on her cheeks, he took her hands and gently untangled them.

“Don’t be nervous.”

“I just hope I’m what you expect.”

Triton took her hands and pulled her close to him. “You’re divine. Absolutely divine.”

Capturing her face in his hands, he kissed her softly. Her full lips melted against his, and he could taste her eagerly blooming passion. Her mouth opened, welcoming his tongue to savor the taste of peppermint, comforting and soothing. Her lips moved against his with a new hunger he hadn’t felt before. With one last kiss, he stepped away and found her dark eyes watching him with confusion.

He smiled at her, and then he started unbuttoning his shirt. Triton was hard already just staring at the luscious woman standing in front of him looking like a Victoria’s Secret model on her first shoot, nervous but seductive. Buttons undone, he took his shirt off and threw it on the floor. Still watching her, he undid the button on his jeans and unzipped them. So far there was no sign that she wanted to run away screaming. Triton stepped out of his pants and kicked them away before moving back towards Arienne.

Her hands reached out caressing his chest. Triton’s cock throbbed. The innocence of her touch was springing new arousal to life within him as her palm slid over his nipple, turning it into a hard pebble. His breath whooshed out between his teeth, and she looked up at him with surprise.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, sweetheart. Not at all.”

Smiling her hands slid lower into the waistband of his boxers tracing the outline of his pubic bone. Triton’s cock strained against the material covering him. He wanted her soft hands lower, preferably wrapped around his cock. The blush rose on her cheeks as her hands dipped inside, brushing past the blond hair that covered him until slowly one of her hands wrapped around the base of him. He jerked in her hand.

“If you keep touching me like that, I’m not going to be able to stand up.”

He picked her up and deposited her on the turned down bed, and swiftly he removed the boxers and climbed into bed beside her. He wanted Arienne’s first time to be slow and sweet, but with the way his cock was already throbbing, he didn’t know how long he’d be able to stick to his plans.

****

Arienne couldn’t stop looking at the size of Chris’s erection as he lay down beside her. She wanted to touch him and see what that part of him that was so different from her felt like. As if reading her mind, Chris took her hand and guided it towards the object of her attention. Her right hand encircled him completely, but barely.

“You’re so big.”

Chris chuckled. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Arienne knew she was probably looking and sounding like some naïve loser, but she couldn’t help it. Curious, she slid her hand up and down the warm, firm length of him. She loved the way he felt. Solid and hard, yet at the same time tender. Her hand moved up and down him again as she used her other hand to rub the bulbous head of him. She didn’t miss his sharp intake of breath or the way he pressed himself more firmly into her hands.

“That feels good?” she asked.

“Don’t stop,” he said in a strangled tone.

Her body tingling with excitement, she pumped him up and down in a fevered manner. She could feel him pulsing in her hands, and her eagerness increased as he grew larger and larger. She wanted to please him, and from the low moans he was emitting, she was growing confident that she was well on her way. Then a feeling of boldness rose up in her and without thinking, her tongue darted out licking across the head of his cock.

“Damn, baby.”

Chris’s jaw was tense, and instinctively Arienne knew it was from the desire she was stoking in him. Glancing up at him, she ran her tongue over him again as she increased the speed with which she worked his member in her hands. Chris groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. Something salty hit her tongue, and she took him in her mouth to get a better taste. Her lips had barely closed around him, before Chris was jerking her away.

“What’s—?”

Her question was swallowed by Chris’s kiss. His mouth consumed hers as he covered her body with his own. Arienne’s breathing became irregular when her bra snapped open beneath Chris’s hand. Removing the red lace easily, his mouth moved from her lips to her neck. The touch of his tongue trailing down her neck made her shudder.

Arienne’s breasts tingled as they rubbed against Chris’s chest, and between her legs a pleasant ache bloomed. Her lover’s lips touched her collarbone, placing a soft kiss before he took her nipple into the warm moist heat of his mouth. As he sucked at her eagerly, a trail of pleasure ran from the tip of her breast to down between her thighs. His tongue swirled around her nipple, causing her to press her legs together in an effort to stifle the burning ache. She wanted him. She was ready.

As Chris focused his attention on her other breast, Arienne guided his hand to the red lace that covered her. She gasped when his fingers found her clit, rubbing her through the material. Eager, she pressed herself against his stroking fingers. She could barely breathe as his lips and fingers worked in tandem pleasing her most sensitive parts.

His mouth released her nipple, and he kissed the valley between her breasts. The wetness of his tongue licking between her breasts made her pant. He looked up at her then, a wicked smile on his face. Chris kissed her lips, stabbing his tongue into her mouth repeatedly before he broke the kiss. His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them, and a new thrill of desire wound its way through her body.

“I want you so much,” Chris whispered.

“I’m yours.”

He slid her underwear down and raised her up slightly, and Arienne’s body jolted when Chris removed the underwear from her legs and tossed them aside. He slid down her body until he was staring between her legs. Her thighs opened wider in a silent invitation, and his thumb stroked over her, making her grow wetter at his touch. She trembled as his head bent towards her, his tongue lapping at her throbbing clit. The wetness of his teasing tongue over her hot flesh made her squirm.

“Mmm,” he moaned against her.

Her hands fisted in the covers as his tongue licked her clit over and over. Arienne’s heart beat faster and faster, and she couldn’t help herself as she grabbed his hair, forcing him closer to her. His teeth scraped over her aching bud, and Arienne groaned. This was sweet torture. Every lap of his tongue against her tight bundle of nerves made her body burn. Her breasts tightened into hard peaks, and her breath rushed from her body as Chris sucked her turgid bud into his mouth.

“Chris.”

Every hard pull of his mouth against her sensitive flesh made her body tingle. The pleasure increased as he sucker her faster and faster. Her stomach muscles tightened, and Arienne cried out as the force of her orgasm made her body tremble. It felt so good. It felt so damn good. Chris released her clit with a pop as his tongue moved between her legs lapping at her wetness. She clutched his hair and moaned as her body continued to shake from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to calm her breathing. Gently, Chris removed her hands from his hair and kissed them before he hovered over her. He was hard and eager, pressing between her legs.

“You taste so sweet.”

His lips met hers, and she could taste herself on his tongue. With renewed vigor, she pressed herself against the hardness between her legs. Her arms held him close, and then he was pressing himself inside her, opening slowly, stretching to accommodate him. Inch by inch he slid inside her until his balls were pressed against her buttocks. She was full, stretched to the core. Slowly he withdrew before pushing inside her again,

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered against her lips.

She clutched him tighter, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her lips kissed him with a feverish haste as his body worked hers, thrusting in and out of her wetness. Arienne caught his lip in her teeth as the head of his penis dragged against the velvety softness of her.

Desperate as she felt the steady creeping of another orgasm, her fingers dug into his back as his lips moved from her mouth to sucking on her earlobe. Arienne bit her lip to keep from crying out as her body was wracked by another powerful orgasm. She buried her face in his neck as a tear rolled down her cheek. Atop her, his hips slammed into hers at a frantic pace. Then he was kissing her harder, more desperately before his body went rigid against hers.

“Arienne.”

He leaned his forehead against hers, and his gaze was soft as he looked into her eyes. So this was what it felt like to be loved and cherished. To be as close as possible to someone else. Arienne relaxed and allowed her legs to fall from around his waist. Chris moved to lie beside her, his hand caressing her face.

“How was that for your first time?”

“More than I ever dreamed it could be.”

“It’s as if we were made for each other.”

“Can that really be true?”

“Of course. Don’t you believe in magic?” Chris asked. He winked at her.

“I think I’m starting to.”

“Then my work is done.”

Chris and Arienne turned off the lamps, and the room was plunged into darkness. Chris’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. She could hear his heart beating as she lay on his chest and his lips brushed her forehead.

“I love you, Arienne. Don’t you ever forget that.”

She nodded in the darkness, rubbing his chest.
Tell him, Arienne. Just say it. There’s no reason to hold back.
A tear slipped from her eye, rolling down her cheek.

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

And then she closed her eyes, secure in the embrace of the man she loved.

Chapter Thirty

Triton’s eyes opened in the darkness as a soft hand wrapped around his cock. He didn’t move as Arienne continued to fondle him in the dark. Her innocent fascination with the part of him he was so proud of made him bite back a chuckle. As her thumb rubbed over the head, he couldn’t help the way his breath hissed through his teeth. Her hand left him immediately.

“Arienne,” he said in a soft tone.

She remained silent. His hand moved to lie between her breasts where he could feel the frantic pace of her heart beating.

“Sweetheart,” he tried again.

She sighed. “I didn’t mean to wake you. No, I did, but I…”

“You know you can tell me anything. Just say it.”

“I want to make love again.”

In the dark, Triton smiled. He shifted her in his arms until her head was on the pillow next to him. Even in the dark, he could see the expectant look on her face.

“I’d like nothing more,” he said.

She kissed him then, her lips soft and eager against his, and he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. Arienne’s erect nipples brushed against his chest and he grew harder. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth, making him groan. The sweetness of her kisses was nearly enough to undo him. Easing Arienne onto her back as her kisses became feverish, his hand reached between her legs where the evidence of her readiness couldn’t be denied.

Nudging her legs apart, he slowly he thrust inside of her and her tight, wet channel gripped him like a vise, stroking him. His hips pumped into hers at a languid pace, enjoying the velvety softness of her. She moaned against his mouth before her tongue slipped to tango with his. Every slide into the welcoming warmth of her body made him pulse with increased desire. Arienne’s nails dug into his back as he dove into her over and over. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead.

“Chris,” she moaned.

Chris, not Triton.
She would not be calling him Triton anytime soon, but he didn’t care. She could call him whatever she wanted as long as she responded to him like this. Her tongue touched his ear, and Triton gritted his teeth. He loved her. Everything about her. She panted and he could feel her trembling around him as her body fisted holding him even tighter. He pumped into her faster and harder, plundering her sweet depths as far as he possibly could go. She gripped him even tighter, her wetness nearly driving him insane.

“Faster.”

He pumped into her. Every velvety glide brought him closer and closer to the hovering release he knew was coming. And then Arienne was crying in his ear, her walls gripping him refusing to let go. His groin contracted, and then he was shouting his own release as he shot his seed deep within her. Triton held her even as his body chook from the force of his own release. The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing.

“How about that?” he asked.

A small snore reached his ears, and he laughed. Carefully shifting her beside him, he leaned on his elbow and stared down at her. Darkness could not impede a god’s sight. Her lips were slightly parted, and her lashes swept down over her cheeks. He rubbed his thumb over her lips. She was absolutely breathtaking, and he could stay like this forever, watching her sleep, but there was something he had to do. And it couldn’t wait.

Pressing a kiss on Arienne’s lips, Triton eased himself from the bed, quickly clothing himself and teleporting to Cerceis’s palace. He walked through the dark halls with purpose and soon found Cerceis lying in bed, her hand moving between her naked thighs. In a blur of motion he was across the room, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her into the wall. His eyes blazed.

“Stay away from her or I’ll make you pay.” Triton shook her.

Cerceis’s face turned red, but he didn’t care.

“Stay away from who?”

“Don’t play stupid. Stay away from Arienne. I know you sent those men.”

“Wasn’t that the plan? To use what we know against her? What’s changed?”

“I’m in love with her.”

Triton released his hold on Cerceis’s neck. She leaned against the wall, glaring at him. Her hand rubbed her neck. “You fool.”

“Say what you want, but the plan is off. I was wrong to come to you and let my thirst for vengeance drive me to destroy an innocent woman. I’m glad I’ve come to my senses.”

“Your senses? She’s our enemy. The only way for us to get back at Athena. You idiot.”

“Arienne has nothing to do with what happened between us and Athena. Leave her alone, Cerceis. I’m warning you.”

A tear slipped down Cerceis’s cheek. “You’re warning me? What did she do to you? Is her pussy so good that you’d forget about Pallas just like that?”

Triton ran a weary hand over his face. “I will never ever forget Pallas, but that doesn’t negate my love for Arienne. I want a life with her, and I can’t have that if I’m holding on to hate and revenge. She doesn’t deserve that.”

“To hell with her. What about what I deserve?” Cerceis raged.

Triton’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not innocent in any of this. If only you’d told the truth about who you really were, I could’ve protected her. We wouldn’t be mourning her.”

“So Athena is blameless now? Is that it?”

“No. She knew Pallas wasn’t a warrior, and I blame her for that.”

“Yet you love her daughter.”

“Yes.”

“What’s so special about her? Why is she worthy of your love when I’m not?”

Damn sure wasn’t expecting this.
“I didn’t intend to fall in love with Arienne, but there’s something about her. A sweetness and light and yet she has an inner strength like I’ve never seen. I love her for that.”

“She’s half-mortal. Her life will be over in the blink of an eye, and I’ll still be here waiting.”

“Don’t. We were over eons ago, and after the way you betrayed me, I can’t trust you. I can’t love you again, Cerceis.”

She turned her back on him, and he knew from the way her shoulders shook that she was crying. Triton couldn’t help but feel sad for her. He hadn’t even had an inkling that Cerceis still loved him. He touched her shoulder, but she jerked away.

“If you can’t love me, you can’t love her.”

Triton’s brow raised as Cerceis faced him. Her eyes were red rimmed, and there was none of the cool, gorgeous goddess he’d come to know. The small hairs on his arm rose.

“What are you saying?” Triton asked.

Cerceis smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m saying if you think you are just going to ride off into the sunset with Athena’s bastard, I won’t let that happen. I will have my vengeance.”

“I’m warning you, Cerceis. Leave Arienne out of this.”

“I won’t do that. She’s the only thing standing between me and Athena’s downfall.”

Her eyes glittered with malice, and a sneer marred her once lovely features.

“No. Arienne is not standing in your way. I am, and after what you did today, you deserve to die. If I could I’d kill you myself,” Triton said walking closer to her.

“But you can’t kill me and you can’t be with your lover every second. I will catch her alone.”

Triton’s hand shot out grabbing Cerceis’s neck and squeezing. Her face turned red, and bone cracked, but he kept squeezing. Red marred his gaze.

“You’d better think twice about harming her. I may not be able to kill you, but I can make you suffer and suffer you will. Stay away from her or you will feel my wrath.”

With one final squeeze, Triton teleported himself back to Arienne slipping into bed beside her. He tried to calm the raging of his heart as he held her close, but worry ran rampant through his body. He knew Cerceis wouldn’t give up. He had to do whatever was necessary to protect his love, and if that meant battling Cerceis, then so be it. Nothing and no one was going to harm Arienne.

****

Cerceis gritted her teeth against the pain as her bone mended itself.
The bastard.
If Triton thought things were finished between them, he was wrong. Triton’s betrayal would not go unpunished. He didn’t love her anymore, and even worse, protecting his whore was more important to him than avenging Pallas. And to Cerceis that was the ultimate betrayal.

She might have to bide her time before she exacted her revenge on Arienne, but she could wait. The best time to strike was when it was least expected, and Triton couldn’t very well protect a woman who wanted nothing to do with him. Cerceis smiled as a new plan spun in her head.