Skin of a Goddess (Goddess Ascension Book 1) (9 page)

“Hunter suddenly thought you’d want a gentleman or some shit like that. Though where he got that idea when you propositioned him on the dance floor, your guess is as good as mine. He told you no in the hopes of taking things slow and showing you proper respect before ravaging your bodacious bod. I know it sounds stupid, but it’s the truth. It really is, because no man in his right mind would turn you down, especially if they like you even half as much as Hunter does. Or lust after you even half as much. That’s what we’re dealing with right now. What do you have to say about that?”

“Um, well, I guess I’m a bit surprised. I didn’t say anything about wanting to be treated any certain way,” I say to Julian, though I peek over at Hunter.

Julian nods and says, “Great, so you forgive him for being a giant ass? I mean, his heart was in the right place.”

“Sure, his heart might have been, but his cock wasn’t,” I mutter with some annoyance.

Julian gives a startled laugh. “Addy so wasn’t kidding about the chocolate fantasy, was she? Never mind, you forgive him? Because he’s been moping around all day, and it’s really starting to piss me off. There’s nothing more irritating than a big, normally grumpy dragon acting like even more of a douchebag than usual.”

“You realize calling someone a douchebag is like calling someone a tampon, right?” I ask.

“It’s really the intent behind the statement that matters. Now quit stalling and answer the question.”

I sigh and finally say, “I guess I could forgive him. I haven’t been told no in a very long time, and I don’t offer just anyone what I offered him, despite popular belief. To be told by the guy that I’m going to be stuck with for six months that he doesn’t want to fuck me was a bit of a letdown. If he works very hard to make it up to me, I may be willing to forgive him.”

I turn to Hunter with a seductive smile. He looks angry that Julian said anything, and a bit embarrassed. Still, when he sees that smile, the expression on his face makes me feel much better. It just becomes kind of blank, and his mouth falls lightly open. Goddess, he is pretty cute sometimes. Even if our entire relationship is an utter mess.

Julian snaps his fingers in his face. “If you don’t understand what she just said and put up, then you don’t deserve her.”

Hunter’s mouth snaps closed, and he says, “I will really, really make it up to you.”

“Darling, I’ll be the judge of that.” I wink at him.

I see him visibly swallow. “Is this little gathering almost over?”

Julian looks at the clock. “Nah, has at least an hour left.”

“Guess we’ll be here a while, then,” I tell Hunter a bit teasingly.

I don’t expect what he does next at all. “To hell with that,” he mutters before standing up. “Austin, I think you’ve leaked on your pants.”

“Huh?” Austin asks, straightening up from where he’d been talking to a group.

“You appear to be sporting a blood stain on your crotch,” Hunter says awkwardly. It’s then that I realize what he’s doing.

“Yeah, you need to borrow a maxi pad? I even have the kind with wings! Super-sized, baby,” I join in.

Austin looks pissed at me, not even Hunter. What is up with this whole guilty by association thing? It’s just not fair! I was an innocent bystander. Granted what I just said to him wasn’t that innocent. Little details.

“Both of you know the way out,” he says sternly. “It’s never good to follow a bad example!”

“Later, man.” Hunter grins at Julian.

He scowls at us but manages a weak, “Have fun,” as we make our way quickly from the room.

“So, my place or yours?” he asks.

“Didn’t Dysnomia tell you the rules? I’m not allowed to have boys over!” I tell him.

“My room it is. You’re lucky I’m a prince and was given a room to myself instead of having to double up with someone, since this place is so busy,” Hunter says.

“Are you trying to impress me with your royal genes?” I ask.

Hunter gives me a look while steering me toward the elevator. “Would that work?”

“I’ve got immortal genes. Do you really think your wimpy mortal immortal genes are impressive to me?” I ask.

“Would it be more impressive to know I have a crown? Not just one, but a lot? Though only one of them is really mine for being a prince,” Hunter says, ushering me into the elevator.

“Ooh, what kind of gems?” I ask, eyes lighting up.

“And now I have your weakness.”

“You’re so cute. It’s not going to be that easy. You still have to discover what kind of gems I like the best,” I point out.

“Now that, I can definitely do,” Hunter smiles. “I’m thinking trial and error may be the best method.”

“Yes, I think that would be the best way. Though you should know I plan on keeping the errors too.”

“I’d expect nothing less.”

“Is this going to happen once we get up to your room, or what?” I can’t help but ask, because I’m already starting to feel the building excitement and the pressure to feel release from myself and others.

“It’s definitely going to happen. I’ve been waiting for it, dreaming about it, and almost losing my mind about this happening,” Hunter says.

“Dreaming, eh? Wet?”

“God, yes.” Hunter moans a little.

“I hope I live up to the dream me,” I tease a little.

He looks as me seriously. “There’s no way on Earth you couldn’t live up to the dream you and not deliver more. You’re beautiful, erotic, and everything about you seems to drive me crazy. Besides, I don’t have a ton of experience. I’ve slept with more women than a mortal man, but considering I’m five hundred years old, the number I have slept with isn’t much. I don’t have a great imagination to go off of.”

“We’re totally going to have to change that then, now aren’t we?” I just grin at him.

When he sees that I’m not upset about some supposed lack of experience, he gives me a shy smile back. I’m sure he’s far from being a virgin, but most men seem to think that they should have been with more women than they have been. It’s a common flaw for the inferior sex. What can I say? I find it almost endearing. Plus, it helps that no matter what, I’m damn sure that with my skills, I’ll be able to get both of us off, even if it takes using some of my power to make sure that happens.

“Here’s my floor,” he says when the elevator stops at level five.

“Fabulous, I’m getting tired of waiting. I was thinking we could try a little rendezvous in the elevator, but there are not enough floors in this hotel for the kind of time I want to spend with you.” I grin seductively at him.

Hunter gives a sheepish smile back. “I thought of that too, but worried it may have been a bit forward after everything.”

“Darling, you can be as forward as you want with me. Trust me on that one,” I tell him. “No holding back, no doing what you don’t want to, and better yet, I can guarantee I’ll enjoy it.”

“You enjoy everything?” he asks with some surprise.

“I can find pleasure from most sexual acts.”

“Some gift,” he mutters, stopping in front of a door and pulling out a key. “Here we are.”

I walk into the room. I look around a little at the basic suite, then back to where the bedroom must be. Hunter stays near the door as if he’s going to pull a runner. I just look at him for a moment before finally saying, “Hunter, kiss me.”

“Damn,” he mutters before coming right on over to me as if he can’t help himself, eyes already half-closed and drowsy.

He leans down over a foot before his mouth can reach mine. I let his lips glide over me, nibbling playfully at one another as we feel each other out. I put my hands on his shoulders, letting them trail down his arms to feel the delightful muscles I’ve so been admiring. Hunter groans against my mouth when I bite his lip, my tongue slipping in when his opens to make the sound.

Hunter’s tongue swirls around mine, exploring my mouth as I trace the little fangs I hadn’t noticed until now. His body is a little warmer than mine, probably since he can breathe fire and such. All I know is his slightly smoky taste is delicious. It’s nothing like cigarettes, but just as addictive.

He leans over to get a better angle, and I do what I’ve been thinking about doing for a while. I jump up and straddle his waist. If he makes any sound of surprise I’m too busy with my tongue down his throat and hands in his hair to notice. His hands start kneading my ass, and I pull away from him. For a moment he looks confused and a little hurt with those red, swollen lips of his. I reach for the bottom of my shirt and pull it off, making his expression instantly change.

I love lingerie. I’ll be the first to say a good bra and panty set can make a girl feel special in the frumpiest of outfits. With that policy in mind, I’m wearing a red see-through lace bra and matching red lace boy shorts, though my pants are still on, so he can’t see those yet. My nipples are swollen and rosy pink under the material, and his eyes zero in on the target.

His big hand goes to my left breast, cupping it before rolling the nipple between his fingers. I can feel myself get lusty at his exploring hands. I start nipping, kissing, and licking my way down his scar as he focuses on my chest. When I lick swirls around the edges of the scar, he makes adorable little whimpering noises that just intensify when I nip at the skin.

“Pinch,” I tell him gently as I arch into his palm.

Hunter does what I’ve requested, taking the nipple in hand and pinching it between his fingers. I groan out loud and arch harder into his palm, writhing against the growing wood in his pants. “Harder!”

“Pants need to come off soon,” he says gruffly when I reach down to stroke him through the material.

I pull away from him reluctantly and jump down to the floor. Before he can protest, I’m wiggling out of my tight jeans and trying to keep my panties up as I do so. It totally ruins the effect if my panties stick to my jeans when I take them off, especially if I’ve gone to the trouble of a matching set.

“Damn, what did I ever do to deserve this?” he asks in wonder once I’m before him in nothing but my red lace.

“I don’t know, but you better do something really good to keep it. Strip,” I tell him with a smile, hardly able to stand waiting to see what I know is the loveliest cock I’ve had in a very, very long time.

Hunter doesn’t strip slowly and seductively. He doesn’t do it in an overly eager puppy dog way either. He simply takes off his clothes until he’s standing there completely nude. Then he stares at me. Waiting for what I’m going to do. I don’t do anything for some time. I just stare.

He has perfectly sculpted arms, which I already knew from the way he held me up. He has a perfect six-pack that I can’t wait to lick. His chest is not as hairy as most I’ve seen, probably because he has scales too. Either way, I appreciate it. His happy trail is there without being amazingly prominent. It’s a bit of wispy black hair leading from his belly button to the most mouthwatering dick I’ve seen in centuries, if ever. My previous recollection is a pale comparison to the truth.

It’s big without being frighteningly large. It’s long, which is a plus, but it’s also thick. Usually if you luck out with one, then you don’t get the other one too. I’m glad to see that Hunter is an exception to that rule. A drop of pre-cum glistens as I continue to stare.

“Shall the first time be up against the wall? Then you can love me tender in the bedroom once we’ve taken the edge off?” I ask.

Before he can answer, I jump right back up into his big, strong arms. Hunter’s strength is shown when he walks leisurely over to the wall and only leans me against it. I’m quite sure he could hold me there all day long if I asked him to. Or he wanted to. It’s not that I’m a tiny girl. I’m almost six feet tall, have a curvy waist, and a decent-sized chest. I’m not used to guys who are this strong.

His mouth comes back to mine, and I wrap my arms around his head, keeping him in place. His tongue invades my mouth, stroking and rubbing in a very intimate rhythm that leaves me breathless for more. With one hand, he reaches to cup my hip, pulling my panties to the side. He gives me a slow stroke of his fingers, groaning at how wet I am. Then he dips two fingers inside of me, making me moan and stretch since this man isn’t little anywhere, including his hands. The feeling of suddenly being full and stretched by him in this small way leaves me hungry for more.

It’s always been my motto to keep in mind how a man’s hands are when I’m picking someone to bed. If he’s not well-equipped in the dick department, than at least he’ll have nice hands to help take care of business. Nice, big hands. Looks like I don’t have to worry about either with Hunter.

“So fucking wet,” Hunter sighs against my mouth.

“For you,” I moan, and he continues stroking and leisurely swirling.

His hand leaves me, and I instantly miss the intimate contact. Then his mouth leaves me too, and I start to feel uncomfortably needy. When I open my eyes to look at him, he has a finger in his mouth, tasting me on him. Seeing it, I flood with moisture between my legs. Shit, this simple act is sexier than watching some other guy go down on me.

“Tastes like honey.” He grins at me.

I can’t help but give a dopey smile back. “Wonder what you taste like.”

Hunter just groans. “Find out later. Want to fuck you first.”