Poseidon's Bride (Olympians, Book One) (7 page)

As his arms tightened around her, she
panicked. She knew Poseidon was upstairs, but in the back of her
mind she remembered the rumor about Colin beating up a call girl.
She found herself believing it. “Let go, please.”

“
You gonna get your new
friend?” He let her go and yelled up the stairs. “Hey, lover boy!
I’m about to run off with your girl. You better come stop
me!”

Layla closed her eyes, wondering what
was going to happen. She hoped a tidal wave wasn’t about to rip
through her house.

Nothing happened. In her mind, Layla
called out to Poseidon, but she felt only emptiness. She heard
nothing upstairs either. A cold shiver moved up her back as Colin
touched her shoulder.

“
So where is he?” he
challenged.

“
I don’t know.” She didn’t
like the lecherous grin on his face.

“
Still want me to leave?
All my money, all the things I could give you? I’ll be good to you.
This has woken me up, baby. Give me another chance. Can you really
walk away from me?”

She stood her ground. “Yes. You never
loved me, and I never loved you. I’ve seen love in a man’s eyes,
and I see none in yours. You just want me because I walked away
first.”

“
It seems your new
boyfriend has walked away as well.” He sneered.

“
If he isn’t here, he has
a damn good reason. When he finds out you were here, you’re going
to regret it.”

“
Am I? Won’t he get
jealous? Suspicious?”

She shook her head. “We were meant to
be together. Nothing could ever tear us apart. I love him, with all
my heart, and nothing could ever change that.” She took a deep
breath. It felt good to say the words, more for herself than for
Colin. They had been in her heart all along, and she knew she would
have found her way to Poseidon no matter what path her life might
have taken.

Colin began to laugh, but the funny
thing was that he looked happy. Very happy. Before she could pull
away, he took her hand and spun her around, then took her in his
arms and elegantly dipped her as though they’d been gliding around
a ballroom, not arguing.

She wasn’t looking up at Colin. She
was looking up into the stunning gray eyes of an incredible man
with long, blond hair. Before she could speak, he kissed her
soundly. His hands roamed her curves as his kiss took her breath
away. Then he brought her back to an upright position and smiled at
her, giving her a hearty squeeze.

“
I must say, I’m more than
glad to grant my brother’s request and welcome you into the fold. I
only hope he’s willing to share.”

She felt herself being whisked out of
the man’s arms, and then she heard Poseidon say, “Don’t count on
it.”

Layla’s head was still spinning, but
she knew Poseidon’s arms were wrapped around her and that the crowd
in her front hall wasn’t an illusion. Hera stood between the
gorgeous man and a smiling woman with long, blonde hair. “So, I get
to meet the whole family?” she ventured. “Does this mean I’m
in?”

“
It certainly does,”
Poseidon said. “This, as you might have guessed, is my brother
Zeus. And this is Aphrodite.”

Zeus smiled at Layla. “A pleasure, I
assure you.” He winked at her, but she noticed his fingers twined
with Hera’s, her body pressed to his back. Even though he’d just
kissed her, he seemed to belong by the side of the beautiful,
dark-haired goddess, just as she belonged by Poseidon’s
side.

Aphrodite rolled her eyes. “I knew
he’d work in kissing you somehow, but Hera will punish him
deliciously for it.” She shoved her way between Poseidon and Layla
so she could hug her. “You’re going to love us, I promise. There is
never a dull moment.”

Layla let out a deep breath and almost
laughed. In movies and books, Hera and Aphrodite were usually
complete bitches, but these two powerful goddesses had accepted her
immediately. She could almost feel her heart bursting with
happiness as Poseidon took her hand. “I’m sure of that. But what
does this mean? Doesn’t Poseidon have to pass some sort of
test?”

Zeus shook his head and explained. “I
wanted to find out if you really loved Poseidon, so I did a little
snooping and dug up that little weasel Colin. He worked
perfectly.”

Layla let that sink in. “That’s really
all we have to do? I’m immortal now?”

“
My word is law, so any
challenge I set is acceptable, but you aren’t immortal just
yet.”

She looked at Poseidon, then back at
Zeus. She could tell Hera and Aphrodite were trying not to laugh,
but she didn’t understand why. “What else do we have to
do?”

Aphrodite answered, “You have to have
sex again.” She turned to Zeus. “Am I right?”

Zeus nodded his head. “I guarantee
that your climax will be most…invigorating.”

As Layla blushed, then laughed,
Poseidon pointed their three visitors toward the door. “Okay, let’s
stop teasing my bride. You three go play somewhere.”

Aphrodite raised her eyebrows. “I
think I’ll leave the two lovebirds to themselves.” She smiled at
Poseidon. “There are plenty of fish in the sea, even if you’re here
now.”

Hera said, “Proteus is free tonight. I
had to break things off for more pressing matters.”

As Zeus and Hera stared into each
other’s eyes, Aphrodite waved to Layla and Poseidon. “I’m out of
here. These two are about to go right to it.” She snapped her
fingers and disappeared.

Zeus put his arms around Hera, adding
a little smack on her ass. “That’s exactly what we’re about to do.
You don’t mind if we use your lair, do you, Poseidon? It’s been a
long time since I chained this bad girl up.”

“
Be my guests. Anything
you desire. Just get out.” He shoved them through the door and
closed it, turning back to a giggling Layla.

“
You mean you don’t want
to be with your loved ones at this happy moment?” she asked. She
couldn’t wait to get him to bed, but she also couldn’t resist
teasing him.

He swept her off her feet and started
carrying her up the stairs. “I’m with the one I love most, and
that’s all that matters. If I’m not mistaken, we have something
very important to do, and I can hardly wait.”

She closed her eyes, picturing a
wedding by the sea as their lips met and they fell onto the bed
together. His mouth was all over her, and she sighed.

“
So how invigorating is
this climax going to be?” she asked.

He gazed up into her eyes. “Very
invigorating.” The heat in his eyes warmed her entire body as he
pressed closer, kissing her again.

Their tongues danced together, and
Poseidon took his time, savoring their embrace. Layla felt
something shifting around them, almost like a cool breeze rising
off the waves. She ran her hands through his hair, and he groaned
under her touch.

He kissed his way down her body,
caressing her. He licked her breasts, and he didn’t bring his mouth
straight down to her pussy as he usually did. He just kept touching
her and kissing her.

She writhed beneath him, arching her
hips upward. She wanted him to touch her so badly she shuddered
when his breath fell on her wet core.

“
Yes, my love?” he
asked.

“
I need you.”

He licked her pussy, once, and then
came back up to kiss her lips. “As much as I need you?”

“
Yes,” she
whispered.

He framed her face with his hands, and
then entered her slowly. She forced her hips up to take him in. He
slid his cock in as far as he could and continued to look into her
eyes. His intensity took her breath away. Their hearts beat as one,
and their breath mingled as he began to push in and out of
her.

Layla felt everything around her,
every particle of air, every speck of dust. She felt herself
reaching out as the breeze around them became stronger. She could
hear the sea in her ears, feel its power inside of her. His cock
drove into her, and she felt her pussy grow even wetter and
tighter. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as she
felt everything dropping away from them.

Their lips were almost touching as her
pussy began to tremble. She felt him thrust, and then he came. She
cried out his name as she soared, riding out her release in his
arms. The heat and tremors spread all over her body as her pussy
tingled and throbbed with pleasure.

She’d barely caught her breath when
she felt his cock hardening inside of her. He thrust, hitting high
and deep inside her pussy and making her groan. She pushed him up
and flipped him onto the bed, then mounted his cock. He felt
amazing buried inside of her.

“
Olympus’ newest goddess
is certainly demanding,” he teased.

“
You’d best get used to
it. Now that I’m a goddess, I’ll be far more demanding.”

His hands moved up to her breasts. He
pinched her nipples. “I’m looking forward to it.”

She tried to steady herself on top of
him. “Does it always feel like this?”

“
Like what?” He moved his
hips upward.

She groaned. “Like you’re floating.
Like you’re everywhere at once.” She lost words for a moment, then
added, “Like you can have whatever you want.”

He smiled up at her. “Yes.”

She smiled back and began riding him.
His cock felt bigger than it ever had before. She raised her
eyebrows.

He put his hands on her hips and drove
her down onto his cock. “Now I can’t hurt you. You can see what
you’ve been missing.”

She laughed and rode him faster,
taking his cock deeper each time. She felt her entire being
spreading, then merging with him. They both moaned, and she leaned
forward to kiss him. He bent his legs to keep thrusting into her,
and soon they both came apart again, devouring each other’s
moans.

After a long moment, Poseidon said,
“It’s amazing.”

“
What is?”

“
Now I’ve experienced two
new things—falling in love and worshipping a goddess.”

Layla brought her lips to his again.
She looked into Poseidon’s eyes, and the love shining there told
her just how happy they were going to be.

The End

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