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Authors: Allyson James

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His eyes darkened, pools of night. “Do you want it rough?” he asked. “Or sweet?”
Her pulse fluttered. “Can I have a little of both?”
“You can have whatever you want. Do you want me to find Andreas?”
“No,” she said quickly.
He studied her, his eyes hinting at the power she’d spied earlier that night. “I know what you truly want, Patricia. I can feel it.”
He slid his hand between her legs, his fingers finding wetness. She swallowed a groan, not wanting to come too fast. She wanted him to be inside her when she did.
“You want two cocks, don’t you?” he whispered. “Both of us in you at once?”
“I couldn’t . . .”
“You could if you wanted it. With me, you can have anything you want. I’m a demigod; I’m good at granting wishes.”
“I just want you.”
“For now.” He slanted his mouth across hers, his tongue wet and hot. “For now it will just be me. Spread your legs.”
She obediently parted them, expecting him to climb on top of her and slide right inside. Instead, he stroked her, thumbs playing over her opening.
“I love your hair,” he said, fingers circling in the curls. “Blond all over. I like that you don’t shave.”
“I don’t want to itch.”
“My sweet, practical Patricia.”
“Do you think it would be sexier if I did?”
He kissed her softly. “No. I like to rub my tongue in it. I like feeling it against my fingers.”
“Good.”
His fingers were certainly doing delightful things. He knew how to easily bring her to readiness, how to soften her for anything he wanted. Her body responded quickly to him, already knowing to trust him.
When the tip of his hard staff nudged her opening, she tensed. She’d had his fingers and tongue inside her, but his cock was huge and thick, and she wasn’t sure if she could take it.
“Shh.” He soothed her with lips and fingers, his wings sliding out to caress her to quietness. Her limbs felt heavy but excited at the same time, and her hips began to lift.
“That’s it, love,” he murmured, and then he slid halfway inside her.
The feeling was explosive. She wanted to spread her legs, wider, wider, wanting him squeezing inside her.
He went maddeningly slowly, a small inch at a time, though she was so wet and slick she wondered that he didn’t slide right in.
“There is a lot of me,” he said, as though reading her mind.
“I want you,” she begged. “I want it all.”
He took his weight on his hands, his big body between her spread legs, his feathers warm and silky. “Close your eyes,” he whispered.
“No, I want to see you.”
He kissed her eyelids, closing each one. She felt a warmth, then a brief burning, and then he was inside her, filling her so full.
He was huge and stretching her, and it felt so damn good. She hadn’t had sex in a long time, and she knew why he wanted to take it slow. He was bigger than anything she’d ever felt.
She opened her eyes to find him staring at her, his dark eyes fathomless. He’d offered to make it sweet or rough, and she wondered which one this was. His hardness was opening her wider than she’d ever been, but at the same time, the dark heat filled her tenderly.
That was nothing to the sensation when he slid partway out and all the way back in again.
“Did you do your spell to muffle the sound again?” she gasped.
“Yes.”
“Good, because I am going to scream so loud.”
“Do it.” His voice throbbed with longing. “Scream for me, Patricia.”
He pumped her again, a hard in and out. She opened her mouth in a long moan.
“Yes, love,” he said. “Feel me fucking you.”
“I feel it. You fucking me. I love it.”
He closed his mouth over more words, and he shifted his hips back and forth, sliding his enormous cock in and out of her. He sped up, the friction in her quim getting faster and faster, the warmth turning to unbearable heat.
Nico snaked a few feathers between them, letting them tickle her clit as his loving went on and on.
“Come with me,” she gasped.
“Yes.”
His whisper was like the night, her dark god-man who made her feel crazy and happy. She knew she loved him, and she wanted that love to be real, no matter how many Dyons she had to fight off to make it so.
She felt herself building, the black surge coming toward her. Nico kept pumping, hard and strong.
She tried to shout
I love you
, but her climax grabbed her and took her over the top, and her words trailed off incoherently. Nico kept on driving into her, his big body sweating, his muscles working in silence.
Just as she hit the top of her climax, Nico groaned out loud, and his seed filled her. It scalded every inch inside her, a demigod’s semen in her body. She wondered for a giddy instant if she could conceive from him, and a wild hope blossomed inside her.
His thrusts became frantically fast, his control snapping, then he wound down until he was resting on her, panting, his cock still inside her.
She stroked his hair, soothing him, feeling cleansed and beautiful. She kissed his temple and said into his skin, “I love you.”
She regretted the words in the next instant, because he lifted his head and gave her a look so anguished it was as though all the pain in the world had come to settle in his eyes.
14
PATRICIA swam to wakefulness, smiling when she felt Nico’s feathers cradling her body. His eyes were closed, his dark hair falling over his face. They’d made love twice more after the first time, and Nico had brought out some lube to make things even slicker and hotter.
She remembered stupidly telling him she loved him after the first time, but she did not want to take the words back. Even if the feelings didn’t turn out to be real, they were real enough now.
She touched Nico’s face, loving the strength of him. He didn’t wake, didn’t even stir in his sleep. His body was relaxed, wings still, feathers warm.
She heard a growl. “Nice.”
Patricia looked up to see Andreas standing over them, gazing at the pair of them in approval. He was dressed in jeans, his hair wet as though he’d just finished a shower. He smelled of soap and shampoo, and his feet were bare.
Nico’s eyes slid open, but he said nothing and didn’t move. Andreas laid his hand on Patricia’s ankle, then smoothed his way up her leg to her thigh.
“What are you doing?” she croaked.
Andreas’s grin widened. “What you want me to do.”
“I don’t want you to do anything. I thought you were out looking for Dyons.”
Andreas parked himself on the edge of the bed and rested his hand on her sheet-covered hip. “Patricia, I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want it.” He touched the chain around his neck. “You start wanting me, I respond. That’s the way it works.”
Patricia remembered Nico’s look as he wove his fingers together. “Tangled,” he’d said.
Nico lay quietly beside her, his arm heavy on her abdomen, waiting to see what she’d do.
“The solution is simple,” she said to Andreas. “I’ll tell you to go away. If you have to be my slave, then this is what I’ll ask for: you in another room.”
“It doesn’t work
quite
that way. You crave the greatest pleasure. Now I crave to give it to you. You can’t tell me you haven’t been looking at me and wanting me inside you.”
Patricia wanted to deny his accusation, to tell him to get out, but she fell silent. She knew she’d been fantasizing, in the back of her mind, about him doing more to her. Nico had told her that last night.
“I don’t know what I really want.” She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at Andreas. “I don’t know.”
“Go ahead, Patricia.” Nico said from beside her. “This is what we’re here for. To indulge your fantasies.” His eyes were warm.
“I meant what I said before. That I—”
Nico’s finger on her lips stopped the words. “This isn’t about what you said before. This is what I am here for, why I’m bound to you.” He smiled a little. “I’m not worried you’re going to run off with him or anything.”
“He likes to insult me,” Andreas said. “He thinks he’s so subtle I don’t understand.”
Nico ignored him. He stroked Patricia’s hair, waiting for her to make her decision. Something stirred in her belly, a dark excitement she’d never experienced.
“Damn,” she whispered.
She lowered the sheet from her body. Andreas grinned, his smile hot and wide. He stood up and shoved off his pants, revealing his tall, naked body and very needy cock.
Nico’s expression remained controlled, but she sensed his growing excitement.
“Let me see you, too,” she begged.
Without changing expression, Nico shoved the rest of the covers from the bed, revealing his strong, thick cock standing up from a thatch of black hair.
Andreas’s was a little longer and a little less thick, his hair dark. He held himself, lifting to her, showing off for her.
He caught up the lube Nico had left on the nightstand and squeezed a bit into his hand. He rubbed it on his erection, stroking up and down until he glistened and gleamed.
He poured more on his fingers and gently rolled Patricia onto her stomach. She hugged the pillow, her face in the warmth of the blankets. Air hissed through her teeth when she felt the cool of the lube against her anal star.
“You ever done this before?” Andreas asked.
“Not
that
.”
Nico chuckled. “Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
Andreas’s skilled fingers smeared the lube over her star, then began to press her gently, relaxing her. Patricia had never had anyone touch her there before, and she had no idea what to do.
Nico got out of bed and came around to stand beside her. “Look at me,” he told her. “Enjoy looking at me and let him get you ready.”
She did enjoy looking at Nico, and this view was particularly nice. His hair curled crisply at the base of his penis, the organ jutting out dark and dull red. She loved it.
She felt herself relax and open, then Andreas slowly slid a finger inside.
She gasped and tensed, but as he worked his finger around, she suddenly grew warm all over. She found herself relaxing, feeling herself opening to him.
Andreas didn’t rush her. She kept gazing at Nico, taking in not only his penis but all of him, a tall, powerful man. His hips were narrow, his thighs strong, his hands large and sinewy, fingers brushed with wiry black hair.
“Why not feathers?” she asked in a dreamy voice as Andreas filled her with a second finger.
Nico looked bemused. “What?”
“You have wings. Why do you have hair instead of feathers?”
“Because I’m only half a winged creature. I don’t even look like this when I’m with the gods at Olympus. But I can exist in the human world like this, with part of my otherworld self that I can hide if I need to.”
She remembered the incredible light that surrounded him when he’d rescued her from the Dyons, the divine power shining from him. Would she be able to see his true form at all, and would she understand that it was Nico? She wasn’t sure. She liked him as he was, a gorgeous man with wings.
Andreas’s hands warmed her buttocks, squeezing them gently, then parting them. She’d taken two of his fingers, and now she felt the soft bluntness of his cock.
She moaned, sure she couldn’t do this. Fingers were one thing, but Andreas was huge.
“It’s all right,” Nico whispered. He brushed back her hair, his fingers warm and gentle.
Behind her Andreas pushed the slightest bit in. His hot weight covered her back, his cock so big and pulsing that she cried out.
“Shh,” they both said at the same time. Nico stroked her hair, and Andreas pressed quiet kisses to her spine.
“I want you.” Patricia reached for Nico and pulled him to her by his cock. He came willingly, bumping his tip against her mouth.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Nico breathed. “Suck me while you let Andreas in.”
She resisted one last instant, then suddenly her body relaxed. Nico slid into her mouth while Andreas entered her ass.
She gasped with joy and found her mouth full of Nico. She suckled him, reveling in the unique taste of him, the feeling of his pulse beating under her tongue.
Andreas filled her. His cock was just as huge as Nico’s, and she imagined her ass welcoming him as much as her quim had welcomed Nico last night. Andreas stretched and warmed her, her hips moving of their own accord to accommodate him.
Andreas leaned to her, his arms coming down on either side of her to enclose her against his body. His chest was damp with sweat and his shower, his hair dripping to her back.
It felt so . . . different. She shivered but was hot, wanted to scream and yet wanted to enjoy in silence.
She nearly did scream when Andreas pumped once.
It felt as good as regular sex, and then again, better—no, not better, different. It was warm and loving, hot and exciting. She wanted to thrust her hips back at Andreas, have him ride her fast and hard, and at the same time she loved the feel of him simply inside her.
Nico groaned softly, and she realized she was suckling him with all her might. His hands curled, one coming up to play with her hair.
“She’s tight,” Andreas said. “She’s so fucking damn tight.”
“Do her,” Nico urged. “Pump her.”
Patricia didn’t know whether to cry
yes
or
no
. Andreas laughed, a feral sound, and suddenly he was riding her as she longed him to, his cock sliding in and out of her, the lube and her eagerness smoothing the way.
She realized a long time later how much he could have hurt her. He was a strong man, and he could have taken what he liked no matter what she felt.
But Andreas didn’t. He slid in and out, going hard and fast, but never so hard that he caused pain. It was delight, not hurt, a feeling of fulfillment she’d never had in her life.
Nico pumped a little into her mouth. She used her lips and tongue on him, wanting to give him as much pleasure as she was getting. She loved him for letting Andreas do this; she loved him for getting excited with her.
I’m in a threesome,
she thought, suddenly wanting to laugh. She wanted to shout her sheer joy and delight that she, Patricia Lake, had two beautiful men making love to her at the same time.
Andreas slid his hand between her legs and pressed his fingertip to her clit. Hot liquid poured out of her, wetting her thighs and Andreas’s hand. Almost at the same time, Nico squeezed his hands shut and groaned his release, filling her mouth.
And then Andreas. He shuddered against her, his seed scalding, filling her and trickling from her to mix with her own juices.
“Oh, damn, that was good,” Andreas moaned. He bit Patricia’s neck, not hard, then licked it.
“Did you like it?” Nico asked Patricia. He’d withdrawn from her mouth and wiped her lips clean with the sheet.
She tried to say,
Oh, yes. Let’s do it again, please. Please?
but she could only make a noise of exhaustion. She dropped onto the bed as Andreas slid very slowly and carefully out of her.
Nico laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Behind her, Andreas stretched, letting out a groan of satisfaction. He bounced off the bed, still full of energy, and patted her lightly on the behind.
“I told you, you have a great ass, Patricia.”
He scooped up his pants, slid them on, then, whistling, waltzed out of the room.
“Is he always like that?” Patricia asked sleepily.
“Afraid so.” Nico stroked her hair once, then came around the bed and climbed back in.
His wings slid across her, and she leaned back into him, so in love with him that tears flowed from her eyes and wet her cheeks.

 

REBECCA woke to hear someone running the shower in her bathroom. Weak sunlight trickled through the windows, London cloudy and foggy, which went with her mood. She hated taking sleeping pills, because she always woke up groggy, and this morning was no exception.
She shoved her hair from her eyes and sat up, memories of the night before floating to her. She and Patricia had survived being kidnapped and nearly killed, but that was not what made her heart sink to her toes.
She’d lost every bit of the translation she’d done on the ostracon and the photographs of the thing itself. Not to mention her expensive laptop and all her notes on it.
She supposed they could call this woman Mrs. Penworth and have her take more photos, but she hesitated, not wanting the Dyons to harm anyone else over this.
She remembered enough of the strange inscription that perhaps when she saw the other two fragments of the text, everything would make sense. They could take photos of the pieces and then visit Mrs. Penworth again when they went back to Manhattan and take another look at the third. Nico and Andreas could protect them all from Dyons while Rebecca worked.
She threw back the covers, noting she was in her underwear and nothing else. She vaguely remembered peeling off the tattered remains of the gorgeous clothes Patricia had made her wear, and felt momentary grief. She’d been sexy and pretty, if only for a few hours. Now she felt fusty and needed a shower.
The shower was running full blast when she entered the room, filling the room with steam that filmed the mirrors. She’d expected to find Patricia, but Andreas stood behind the opaque glass door to the shower, his large body naked, his head thrown back in enjoyment, as hot water poured all over him.

 

ANDREAS felt someone looking at him. He turned his head, wiping water from his eyes, and saw Rebecca, her flyaway hair a mess, her half-nude body still.
He smiled at the same time he felt the bond between them snap into place. Good thing he’d had so much fun with Patricia this morning, because he wouldn’t be going back to her now. She’d never fully engaged him; her longing was for Nico.
But Rebecca’s longing had touched him more and more, and now it was certain. He felt the lock around his heart and felt a mixture of dismay and excitement.
He opened the shower door, letting water rivulets run all over the floor. “Come in.”
She stared at him, her eyes dull with induced sleep, her face creased by the pillow. Andreas reached out and dragged her into the shower, underwear and all.

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