Goddess in Training (3 page)

His mouth curved up. He slipped her
blouse off her shoulders, the wet silk clinging like a second skin.
Then he clicked his fingers, and maids dressed in colorful silky
sheer togos reaching all the way to their ankles, came at his
beckoning, carrying goblets filled to the rim with a golden
liquid.

“
The nectar of the gods,”
he said, offering one to Lisandra.

The women disappeared as quickly as
they had appeared.

“
Plan to get me drunk, do
you?”

He grinned, the look pure evil. “In
the mood, darling.”

She sipped the sweet wine and the
drink sent warmth through every vein. “Wow, powerful
punch.”

Taking her goblet and his, he set them
on the floor, then unfastened her bra, slipped it off and dropped
it on the marble floor. Massaging her breasts, he caressed the
nipples, pinching, squeezing, brushing them between his fingers and
thumbs. “Beautiful,” he said, his mouth soft against her neck, his
hands sliding her skirt off, then her wet panties.

Raw desire stirred her.
She tugged his shorts down and his erection sprang free. Smiling at
the pure size of him, thick and hard, throbbing with need, she
imagined there wasn’t a fig leaf in all of
Greece
that could have concealed his
cock.

“
I hope,” he said,
trailing kisses down her throat, “you are pleased at what you see,
and not amused.”

“
I was thinking how a leaf
couldn’t hide your…” She ran her finger along his length to the
velvet tip, making it jump.

“
Whatever brought that to
mind?” His hot mouth suckled her breast.

“
Statues of
Greek
gods.” Gripping
fistfuls of his hair, she arched back, the heat pooling between her
legs.

He chuckled, then lifted her in his
arms. Carrying her into the pool, he said, “I am Asarian, demi-god
of desire.”

“
Hmm, you sure are,” she
purred, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles and the warm, silky
water against her skin.

He sat her on a smooth marble seat in
the pool, then spread her knees with his hands. His blue eyes gazed
into hers with passion and unfulfilled lust.

She licked the wine off her lips, and
he smiled. Leaning forward, he touched her lips with his tongue in
a sensuous caress. His hand swept down her belly, then his fingers
slipped between her legs.

Leaning back, she concentrated on
Asarian’s actions, wanting to soak up every detail of his erotic
touches. Her hands explored his muscular thighs, as his fingers
teased her sensitive bud.

“
Make love to me,” she
implored, barely breathing.

“
You’re so beautiful,
Lisandra.” He stroked her harder, building the heat. Her body ached
for completion.

The tip of his penis touched her sex,
then pressed to enter, stretching her to accommodate him. She
moaned as his engorged shaft filled her. Easing out, he pushed
forward, deeper, penetrating her virginal shield. His fingers
shifted to her breasts, touching the nipples, tormenting her as he
drove into her tight sheath.

Squeezing his butt, she felt the
muscles tighten with every thrust, smelled the musky scent of him,
tasted the wine on his lips. She never wanted to let go of him,
wanting the moment to last forever.

A climax rippled through her,
contracting around his engorged shaft, shattering those
thoughts.

Shuddering inside her, he
groaned.

“
I think I love you.” She
stroked his long hair, her body still heated, satiated.

He pulled away from her and smiled.
“You are truly beautiful,” he said again, touching her
nipple.

“
I don’t believe in all of
this.” She waved at the temple. “I’ve been knocked unconscious in
the storm, and I’m dreaming all of this.”

A woman dressed in a white
toga, one breast bared, stalked toward them. “
Zeus
wishes you to see Aphrodite.
She desires your pleasure.”

Covering her breasts, Lisandra stared
at the woman.

“
Later,” Asarian said, his
tone annoyed.

“
Not too much later.” The
woman turned and walked out of the temple.

Humiliated, Lisandra hurried out of
the pool. “I’m not really here. But I’m getting dressed and getting
out of this…this nightmare.”

“
Lisandra,” Asarian said,
grabbing for her hand but missed her.

“
Okay, I don’t believe in
all this. But if I did…if I did then from what I know of the
Grecian
gods and
goddesses
, they were all fickle. I mean,
thanks for making love to me. It…it was the best thing that ever
happened to me,” she said, jerking her panties up her legs, but her
wet skin hampered her efforts.

He rested his hands on her shoulders,
but she shrugged him off.

“
If…if you truly are a
god, demi-god, whatever, you can take me home. Now.”

“
I thought we could go to
my temple and—”

“
Home, now!” She yanked
her blouse on.

“
I could pleasure you at
your house instead.”

She glared at him, then shoved her
shoes on. “Take me home, this very minute; then you’re free to see
Aphrodite and whoever else you have to pleasure!”

He shouldn’t have cared, but she swore
he looked grievously alarmed at her decision. Good, at least he
didn’t just shrug her off. On the other hand, as demi-god of
desire, he must have put her under his spell, and if she’d been in
her right mind, she’d never have submitted to his seduction. As for
how he was truly feeling, she had to be just another notch on his
belt. “Take…me…back…home…now!”

***

Demigods did not get sick, but if they
could, Asarian would have been sure that was what was the matter
with him as he paced across Hera’s chambers.

Reclining in her satin bed, Hera
studied Asarian, then lifted a cup of wine off the table and ran
her finger over the edge of the goblet.

Ever since Asarian had returned
Lisandra home, he had found no woman he wished to pleasure. Surely,
the mortal had cursed him in some way.

“
What seems to be the
trouble, love?” Hera asked, her voice as sweet as the nectar she
sipped. “Lamenting over Lisandra?”

He dragged his hands through his hair,
wishing it was Lisandra’s soft curls that he fisted in his fingers
instead. “Nothing.” He glanced down at the floor, then back at
Hera. “And everything.” He threw his hands up. “I have no idea
what’s wrong with me!”

“
Do you love her, my god
of pleasure?”

“
Nay.” Folding his arms,
he paced across the marble floor. “Nay, nay, nay. I do not make it
a habit to lose my heart to a lady, mortal or immortal, my
queen.”

“
You cannot stop thinking
of her, love?”

He stopped pacing and scowled at Hera,
unable to curb his frustration and annoyance.

“
Do you wish to pleasure
me? Mayhap the urge will come again, and you will wish to delight
women all over the world.”

“
Nay.” He shook his head
and stalked across the floor to leave Hera’s room.

“
She is seeing other men
now. Did you know?”

Aye, he knew. Mayhap that was what
perturbed him so. He’d plucked the virginal flower. She was meant
to be his. He shook his head again. He never kept a woman after
he’d pleasured her. “Think you I care?”

Hera laughed, and he stormed out of
her bedchambers.

He hadn’t gotten very far
when
Zeus
summoned him to his throne room. When Asarian walked in, Zeus
motioned to the women curled at his feet to leave. With giggles and
flashy smiles meant to entice Asarian, they fluttered away in their
silky togas.

“
I have told Hera I have
won the bet. That you gave the mortal woman a night of pleasure and
now she is enjoying the company of other men without losing her
heart to you. But Hera informs me you have lost your heart to the
mortal. Tell me, Asarian, this is not so.”

“
I feel nothing for the
woman, my king.”

“
Good.” Zeus rose from his
golden throne. “Then I will see her myself.”

Asarian couldn’t quash the panic
making his heart beat ten times harder.

“
Asarian, Aphrodite says
she has not seen you in ages. Perhaps you will visit
her?”

“
Aye, milord.” Asarian
gave a slight bow and hurried out of the throne room. As his king
wished, he headed toward Aphrodite’s temple, but before he was
totally aware of what he was doing, he found himself back in the
human’s world, running up the steps to the library where Lisandra
worked. He would not allow her to steal what was not hers…his
heart. If Zeus wanted her, Asarian would not stand in his way. But
he would not spend one more minute, thinking about the
mortal.

He grabbed the door handle and jerked.
Locked. His blood sizzled. Peering into the library, he saw the
blond vision flip on the lights. He banged on the door. She jumped,
turned, and stared at him, her brown eyes growing large, her
succulent lips parted in surprise.

For a moment, she hesitated, then she
crossed the floor to the door and unlocked it. “We’re not open for
another hour, Asarian. What…what are you doing here? And why…why
are you wearing that toga?” She locked the door behind
him.

“
You can’t see any other
man.” He meant to sound good-natured, calm, loving. The words came
out in a growl.

She folded her arms and tilted her
chin up. “I haven’t seen you in weeks. Haven’t heard from you. Why
should I pine away, waiting for you to return?”

He clamped his mouth shut, locked his
teeth together.

Someone knocked on the library door.
She glanced at it. “For heaven’s sakes. Can’t anyone read our
operating hours displayed on the door?”

Asarian’s heart stilled when he saw
the gladiator-looking guy standing at the door, a devilish smile
pasted across his face. Zeus, in disguise, no longer gray-haired,
but a blond, and just as strikingly handsome.

Asarian seized Lisandra’s arm and
guided her into her office. After shutting the door and the rest of
the world out, he turned to glower at her. “See you other men?
Other male admirers?”

Her lips turned up in a sexy smirk.
“Does my brother and cousin count?”

“
Some would think
so.”

She laughed and the sound was like a
bit of fairy magic, designed to ensnare him. He advanced on
her.

She backed into her desk and folded
her arms. “What is it you want from me?”

He unbuttoned her unfeminine jacket
and pulled the beastly thing from her shoulders.

She raised her brows. “What do you
think you’re doing?”

“
What I know how best to
do.”

“
Seduce women?”

He yanked her blouse from her skirt
and pulled the silky fabric over her head.

“
We can’t do this here,”
she said, her words speaking her mind, but her heart raced beneath
his fingertips, and her voice said emphatically, ‘yes!’”

Her fingers grasped at his togo,
slipping it off his shoulder. The fabric fell to his gold
belt.

Lisandra hurried to pull off his belt,
then watched as the fabric slid to the floor. His cock jutted out
to her, thick and eager.

She knew she couldn’t have the sexy
demi-god as much as she wanted him for keeps. She knew he was meant
to give women pleasure everywhere, and she had no right to have him
for her own. But his devastating touches had spoiled her for anyone
else. Her first love, she reminded herself.

He shoved the papers off her desk and
leaned her against the bare wood. For weeks, that’s what she’d
wanted, his physical love. Yet the connection she’d felt with him
went beyond the physical, but she realized that’s all she could
really hope for. No commitment. Nothing permanent.

He suckled her breasts, his hands
caressing her thighs, his thumbs growing closer to her drenched
short curls. Switching breasts, he laved the other nipple, sending
a tingling straight to her sex. The sweet ache
intensified.

“
I love you and hate you,”
she whispered against his cheek as his fingers stroked her
bud.

“
You are beautiful to me,
Lisandra,” was all he would say.

He positioned himself between her legs
and penetrated her ready body, pressing his thick shaft deep inside
her. He thrust deeply, and she soared into the clouds, higher and
higher until she was within reach of the pinnacle of Mount
Olympus.

Heat poured through every vein, her
body perspiring as he pressed against her, his skin sweaty, his
musky scent an aphrodisiac.

She tasted the sweet nectar on his
lips when she climaxed and cried out. Embedded to the hilt, he
spilled his warm seed inside her, his breath labored. “Sweet
goddess.”