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“Look at you,” Briareus said in a harsh tone as he
studied her. He looked huge, like the storm god he was, primal and
dangerous, but she still wasn’t scared. “You look like a very bad
girl, Iris. And you know what happens to very bad girls?”

Breath shunting in and out of her lungs fast enough
she felt a little light-headed, Iris asked in a near croak,
“What?”

His hands gripped the neckline of her dress and tore
it from her body. His eyes flared with hunger. “They get fucked.
Hard.” Her bra and panties were quick to follow, leaving her
completely naked in front of a fully clothed Briareus.

****

If BC had any concern that he’d scare Iris, it faded
at the dazed, lustful look on her face. Her pupils nearly swallowed
her eyes and color surged into her chest, rolling up her neck to
settle in her cheeks. With her arms over her head, her full breasts
were thrust out, the large brown nipples erect and pouting
prettily. A bead of water followed the center line of her body,
making a trail between her breasts, down her gently curved stomach
before disappearing in the bare slit between her legs.

“You really are a bad girl,” he said huskily, easing
one of his feet between hers to nudge her legs further apart. “Look
at you.” He crouched in front of her, putting his face level with
her pussy. “Not a single hair to hide these pretty pink lips.” He
stroked the deeply flushed folds of her sex, feeling her arousal
dampen his skin and bringing him the scent of her need. “You’re
soaked.”

And she was, her cream sliding down her thighs and
tempting him to taste her before he was ready. Briareus had plans
for his bad little Iris and he meant to stick to them. First and
foremost was finding out if she’d really meant it when she screamed
she loved him. Gods, he’d thought his heart was going to stop when
she said it, having never had a single soul tell him that before.
And then to hear her talk about her vibrator and how she wanted a
lover had only reinforced his feelings for her. The thought of any
other man touching her made him want to unleash holy hell on the
world.

He wasn’t letting her go. They’d spent five years
getting to know each other better than they had in the entire
twenty-five thousand they’d worked together. She wanted love,
wanted acceptance? Then he would be the only man to give those to
her. And he’d start right now by teaching her exactly how he always
wanted his female to be for him: Wet.

“This is a beautiful pussy,” he said conversationally
as he stroked her swollen folds. “I want it kept groomed like this
all the time.” He gently spread her with his opposite hand to
reveal her swollen clit. “And at any given moment, when I tell you
to drop your pants, I want you to be this wet for me.”

“Wh-What?” she asked when he paused to blow a stream
of cool air over her clit.

BC looked up at her from between her legs. “This is
my pussy and I’m telling you how I want it.”

She shook her head, her rainbow colored hair flying
out before slapping against her shoulders and chest. “No. No part
of me belongs to anyone but me.”

BC smiled in challenge as he leaned forward. “Are you
sure about that?”

Her eyes widened. When she spoke, her voice was low
and uncertain. Just the way he wanted her. “Yes.”

He chuckled and circled his tongue around her clit.
Her ragged gasp told him she liked it, but the cream coating his
chin ensured he knew she loved it. He pulled back when her legs
started to buckle.

“Tell me this pussy belongs to me.”

She shook her head and he stroked his finger through
her folds to circle her entrance. “Tell me.” He pushed in slowly.
He had to close his eyes when her inner muscles clamped around his
finger. She was tight and wet and would feel like heaven around his
dick. After he got her promise to stay with him forever. He thrust
slowly and gently, not wanting to reward her for bad behavior.
“Tell me.”

“No, oh gods, yes, I mean, no, mine. It’s mine.” Her
chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. “More, oh yes, more
of that. Deep, please!”

“Tell me this is my pussy and will always be my
pussy,” he said in a harsh tone before flicking his tongue over her
clit hard enough to raise her to her tiptoes.

“Oh gods! Yes, it’s yours, please let me come!”

Briareus thrust two fingers in her tight sheath and
sealed his mouth over her clit, sucking and playing with it as he
fucked her with his fingers. Tremors started in her legs as her
cries grew louder and shriller. Briareus called his thunder,
letting it rumble through her pussy. Her back arched as she
screamed out in completion, her inner muscles squeezing his fingers
the way he wanted them to squeeze his cock. He removed his fingers
from her, moving his hands around to grip her legs and rest them on
his shoulders.

Her second scream was louder as he buried his face in
her pussy, his tongue darting into her flexing sex as his nose
rubbed her clit. He wanted to have all of her, mark every last inch
of her, starting with the most intimate heart of her body. Moisture
coated his face that had nothing to do with rainfall and everything
to do with the drops of climax his woman yielded to him. And that’s
exactly what it was, a surrender. Iris gave herself to him,
grinding her pussy against his face as she worked through her
climax. Not ready to let her come down yet, BC slicked his finger
into her sheath next to his tongue to gather some of her sweet
honey. Just when she started to relax, he gently pressed his finger
against her asshole.

She managed to let out a strangled, “huh” before he
thrust his finger in to the first knuckle. She bucked against him,
trying to dislodge him, but he refused to let go. Moving his mouth
to her clit again, he fucked her ass with his finger. Strangled
moans built in her throat, growing louder and louder until he
grazed her clit with the edge of his teeth.

Iris’s keening wail split the night, joining the
sound of thunder as she shuddered against him, her ass clenching
around his finger. One day he’d have his cock there, but for now,
he enjoyed how tight and hot she was and how wet she was for him.
Only him.

Her body went limp and he quickly supported her with
his hands, pleased she’d so easily handed her safety over to him.
He pressed a kiss to her lower stomach and looked up to see her
slumped back against the tree, her face flushed with orgasm, a
little smile on her lips. She was beautiful and everything he could
ever want in a mate. Only one thing remained to be discovered.

“Were you telling the truth?” he asked against her
silky skin. She blinked down at him questioningly. “When you said
you loved him, did you mean it?”

Chapter Five

The rain had trickled to a stop right before her
orgasm and the clouds swept away from the night sky as though
they’d never been, leaving her an unobstructed view of Briareus.
Iris stared down at the giant supporting her on his shoulders. He
acted as though it was perfectly normal for him to be wearing a
female as big as she was like a scarf. She would have laughed at
that image if it hadn’t been for the startling vulnerability in his
gray eyes. Her juices coated his face, making his skin shiny in the
moonlight. Reminding her of what he’d done to her and how much
she’d enjoyed it and how much she wanted to do it again and again
and again.

She’d never in all of her thousands of years of
self-pleasuring felt anything like what Briareus had done to her.
She wanted to shy away from the last part, when he’d put his finger
in her ass, but it was something they’d done in their cyber world
where anything went. Iris hadn’t considered how erotic it would
feel to have his finger there, how deliciously naughty it would be
to have him push past that ring of muscles as he sucked her clit.
She shivered as she wondered what it would feel like to have his
cock pressing there, making her burn and pant and come all over
him. Arousal threatened to spark to life again, but she forced it
down.

Because Briareus needed something from her that
wasn’t sex. “What are you asking me?”

Gently, as though he handled spun glass, he eased her
legs off of his shoulders, lowering her feet to the ground. She
almost slid down the tree without his support, but he caught her in
his arms to place her on the wet ground. Mud squished under her
ass, an uncomfortable sensation she normally would’ve shuddered at,
except there were more important things to worry about.

This giant male knelt in front of her, soaked to the
skin from rain and her orgasms and looked at her with solemn gray
eyes. “I never lied to you in the game, Iris. I mean,” he said,
running a hand through his hair, “everything we talked about was
the truth. The only thing I didn’t tell you was who I really was.”
He grimaced. “Gods, that sounds like such bullshit, but it’s the
truth. I really am the guy who hates spaghetti and lasagna and shit
because it gives me heartburn. I don’t sugarcoat my words with
anyone and that tends to get me into trouble.”

Iris felt the urge to smile but bit it back. “And
your fucktard coworkers? Are those your brothers?”

He started to smile, but it died before it even
formed. “Yeah. I, uh, I live with them, you know. It just seemed
easier than getting my own place since we work together, but I can
buy something else. I’m not broke or anything.”

“I’m not looking for someone with money, Briareus,”
she said gently.

“BC.”

“What?”

“My friends and family call me BC, kind of like a
joke, you know because I’m almost as old as the universe.”

Iris shook her head. “I’ll never call you BC.” His
face fell and she cupped his cheek. “I’ll call you Briareus, or
Thunderkiss, because yes, I do love you.”

His jaw flexed beneath her hand and tension gripped
him. “You do? Even after I’ve been such a bastard to you? And uh,
well, jumped you against a tree next to a highway?”

She laughed. “The minute you did that I knew you were
my Thunderkiss, Briareus. You’re the man I fell in love with.” She
searched his face. “But I don’t want someone who sees me as
something pure and innocent. I’m a woman, Briareus, and I want to
be treated like one. I want to be loved and held and fucked.
Often.”

“I can do all that, princess.”

Iris thought a moment and shook her head, ignoring
the way his face fell again. “No, I don’t think you realize the
truth about me yet. Before you make up your mind about me, I think
I need to prove to you how bad I really am.”

“I don’t want you to prove anything, Iris. I lo—”

But Iris already stood, finding her strength again.
She did need to prove to him that she was just as gritty and raw as
he was. It would be interesting because she’d never done anything
like this before.
But thank you, Internet, for teaching me a few
things.

Briareus stood as well, towering over her. “What are
you doing? You don’t need to prove anything to me, baby. I lo—”

She slapped her hand over his mouth. “Quiet and grab
that tree branch. You’re in a lot of trouble, mister.”

His eyebrows rose. “I am?” But he gripped the branch,
which was at shoulder height to him. “And what are you going to do
about it, little goody two-shoes?”

It was his smirk that gave her the courage to go
after what she wanted. She ripped his soaked shirt from his body
and gaped at him.
Oh gods, I didn’t realize he had all of those
muscles beneath those polo shirts he wears at work.
She licked
her lips.
If I had, I might’ve jumped him millennia ago.

Next she tackled his jeans and he did nothing to help
her. The instant she unzipped them, his cock sprang out, glistening
at the tip and eager for attention. Iris had to fight the urge to
lick him now, but she wanted him completely naked. She struggled
with the denim sticking to his muscled thighs like glue until she
finally tore them from him, leaving him in nothing but his boots.
He should have looked silly naked except for his shoes, but with
his feet planted wide, his hands at shoulder height, and his big
cock pointing right at her, he looked dangerous.

Her pussy fluttered hopefully. Iris wanted to jump on
him now and stuff all of his gorgeous, thick length inside of her,
but she was a bad girl and bad girls did more than just fuck,
right? They sucked.

She knelt at Briareus’s feet, feeling more like a
supplicant to his masculinity than a bad girl. Stroking her hands
up his hard calves to his thighs, she marveled at the differences
between their bodies. When she had more time, when she wasn’t
trying to prove herself, she’d explore every inch of him, but right
now, she needed to show him she was a perfect match for him. She
reached for his cock, her mouth watering for it.

But he caught her hand in his. “Wait, princess,” he
said in a low, dark tone.

Iris frowned up at him. “You weren’t supposed to take
your hand off the branch!”

He laughed, the sound striking a chord in her womb.
“I’m not much of one for following orders. And real bad girls do
what they’re told.”

She pouted. “No, they don’t. They do what they
want.”

Briareus let go of her hand. “Oh trust me, baby,
you’ll get exactly what you want. Put your hands on your
thighs.”

Part of her was angry he wouldn’t let her make him
feel like he’d made her feel, but another part of her, the one she
called Pain-Bow Brite, exulted at the command in his voice. Her
heart pounded as she dropped her hands to the tops of her thighs.
But she glared up at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction
of knowing she liked his dominating ways.

He chuckled, one hand fisting in her hair and tugging
her head back as he gripped his cock with the other. She gasped at
the slight sting as he pulled her hair, the tiny pain sending a
tendril of fire licking through her body. “Lick me,” he ordered in
that deeply hypnotizing voice.