Giving It Up for the Gods (12 page)

She gave him that grin that melted his heart and stiffened his cock. “Jase, that copse of trees looks pretty secluded. I’m desperate here. If we grab the blanket from the back, could you screw me over there? It won’t take long. Please?”

He hated that she added that
“please”
when she wanted some loving. And what was with that
“not take long”
? He wanted to spend hours, days maybe, exploring her body. If he had time, he’d tongue her cunt until her pussy overflowed with liquid passion and her nipples beaded into hard red peaks. He dreamed of her writhing beneath him—uncontrollable and desperate—begging him to sink his cock inside her. And thanks to the oath he’d sworn on the Source, until the solstice, all he could do was dream.

When she was panting for it, he’d sink his cock inside her, one slow inch at a time.
Merc’s dead meat when this is over
. Jase hated that he had to leave her wanting…again. His balls were almost blue with frustration. And he tried not to think about his cock.

Waiting for the solstice was worse than any torture Pluto’s demons had inflicted. Lost in his dilemma, Jase tried to think, but his cock had taken control of his brain. He wanted to screw her slowly, then fuck her fast. Damn it, any way at all would be good. He’d love her until the cows came home; then he’d love her some more. If he put her off again, she’d surely walk away. Not only would he lose her—possibly forever this time—but he’d hurt her again.

Confused and conflicted, he needed to think on his feet. Hang on…
till the cows come home
. He looked at the field full of heifers and grinned. He didn’t like it, but at least he had a plan. “Lead on, princess. I haven’t wanted a woman the way I want you since I proposed to Cardea.”

There he went, saying the wrong thing again. Sometimes, he was dumber than his demon. He’d never responded to any woman—not even Cardea—the way he did Lindy.
And did I have the wit to tell her that? Hell, no. Like a dumb-ass demon, I practically told her I still loved the stupid, self-centered nymph who betrayed me. When I fuck things up, I do it in style.

Didn’t she know he burned to love her completely? A quickie in a field might calm his cock, but it would leave him wanting more—wanting forever. He craved her on a cellular level, but his oath forced him to delay things. Okay, time to test out his acting abilities. He grabbed the car blanket, took Lindy’s hand, and let her pull him across the field to the trees. The heifers looked up from their grazing, and a few moved closer.

“Shoo, you stupid animals.” Lindy waved them away and walked faster. The trees stood on a slight hillock, and behind it the land spread out into a patchwork of yellow rapeseed plants, golden wheat, and arable grazing. Every aspect of Yorkshire was beautiful, from its heather-clad moors to its rolling dales, but it paled compared to Lindy.

Jase spread the blanket where they couldn’t be seen from the road; then he kissed Lindy again. Their kiss was intoxicating. His cock stiffened. Her lips were soft, sweet, and sensual. His desires exploded. His woman was astounding. Then she caressed her way down his chest and unfastened his jeans. He’d do anything to please her, except he couldn’t fuck her yet.

“Commando,” she murmured appreciatively as she caressed his cock. Demons’ breath, the way she stroked and squeezed his dick melted his muscles. His knees buckled, and as he sank onto the blanket, he pulled Lindy down on top of him. Her giggle delighted him. A roll of his hips pinned her beneath him, and he ran his tongue around the folds of her ear. She shuddered with pleasure, so he did it again. “Are you comfortable? Would you rather be on top?”

She giggled again. “First time, remember. Missionary position’s fine.”

She arched her back and thrust her breasts toward him. Not one to refuse an invitation, he slid his hands inside her borrowed pullover and stroked her breasts. “Perfection. Can I take off your top and see?”

Lindy nodded, and he felt her relax as he tugged the pullover over her head. She’d abandoned her beer-sodden bra back at the farmhouse. He gasped at how beautiful her bare breasts were.
Soft, round orbs that I just have to taste. Perfection. My woman’s a Siren, and she’s utter perfection
. He stroked and squeezed gently before pinching her nipples. She moaned again. Sirens could sing a man into submission, but her every soft sigh was music that soothed his soul.

Her nipples crinkled into red peaks, and her areolae blossomed like scarlet poppies at the tops of her breasts. They were delicious and beautiful, the ideal size to fit in his hands. With a strangled groan, he lowered his head and tasted her soft, sweet skin with his tongue.

Oath bound or not, he didn’t think he could stop.

WHAT IS IT with me and the giggling? I’m not some teenager out for a Saturday-night fuck
. Whether Neptune’s clock was ticking or not, something about Jase made Lindy hot and horny. Desperate for him. Whenever he looked her over, his hungry gaze made her breasts ache and her cunt overheat. As Jase’s tongue rasped over her nipples, she arched her back. Her breath came in quick, hungry gasps, and she murmured, “Yes. Please.”

She convulsed, her body craving his, desperate to experience every sensual pleasure he could show her.

When she grasped his cock, she couldn’t close her fingers around it.
Magnificent male, but I’m running on borrowed time
. Her pussy creamed, soaking her borrowed sweatpants. She finally had a chance to love him, and she intended to make the most of it. Determined to do this right, she thought of all the best bits in those sex manuals she’d studied so diligently.

His dick twitched and grew, so she caressed its length, then took his balls in her hand. With a soft squeeze, she stroked them over and over; then she found his raphe—the vertical line that divided his scrotal sac. He shuddered when she scratched her fingernail over it, and his eyes took on a glazed, do-that-again look.

He groaned, and his hips thrust toward her. No wonder her sisters enjoyed sex whenever and wherever they could. Heady with power, she licked her lips and stared at his beautiful dick. He was slick, wet, and…still growing. Who’d have known a demon could get so big? That was one secret she wouldn’t be sharing with her sisters. Since he’d lost his first and only love, Jase was on loan to her…permanently, she hoped. She twisted around and tasted the precum seeping from the rounded end.

He tasted all woodsy, fresh, and sweet. Lindy thought she’d never get enough of him. She licked her way from the top of his cock to the base as if savoring a melting ice cream…but there was nothing soft or slushy about his erection. Her tongue swept over his balls, and she sucked one into her mouth. Another suck, and his whole body shuddered. With an impish grin, she looked up into his face, and she swirled her tongue around him again. Then she started on his other ball.

Those how-to books she’d studied so eagerly told her “lick his raphe,” so she did. Repeatedly. His spine stiffened, and his head shot up. He roared out his pleasure, and she thanked the gods that just the cows could hear. Certain she was driving him crazy, she nibbled her way up his cock as though she was eating a king-size corn on the cob.

He groaned and cried out, “Gods, yes.”

Judging by his reaction, she was definitely doing it right. Her tongue swirled around his broad tip; then she sucked him deep into her throat and started to hum. Okay, she hummed of love and forever, but it wasn’t the same as singing for him…not really. She pulled back, blew air down the length of him, then—greedy for more—she sucked him back between her lips.

He shuddered above her. With a groan, he raised himself up to his knees and elbows and withdrew. “Lindy, princess, lay back and spread your legs for me. Let me show you how this should be.”

She sighed and wriggled beneath him. He chuckled as his tongue returned to her nipples. His breath warmed her breast, and his laughter sent small hits of vibration tingling through her blood. As he licked, teased, and tormented, he eased her borrowed sweats down her legs, and she kicked them off eagerly. Her cunt throbbed with steaming desire, and her thighs trembled as they fell open. When his fingers explored her pussy, she felt her vagina tense around him—slick, wet, and ready for some demon loving.

Chapter Twelve

A tender hum bubbled up from Lindy’s heart. Her head thrashed about the blanket, setting her curls tossing out around her. Her hips writhed. Pleasure swamped her. She wanted Jase inside her, now. Craved him so badly her pussy boiled for him, and she’d have sworn hot lava flowed through her cunt. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she’d spontaneously combust.

She panted, ready to beg; then, when his lips left her breast, she mewled like a kitten, all soft sensuality and desire. He nibbled his way toward her cunt, and her bones melted. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move. His tongue swiped across her clit, and orgasm swamped her, rolling over her in pleasured waves. Tidal waves. A tsunami of bliss.

As he sucked at her pussy, she felt his hot breath on her forehead and cheeks. No, that couldn’t be right. Anatomically impossible, even. His tongue was still driving her crazy as he worked on her pussy. Her eyes flew open, and six pairs of bovine, brown eyes stared into hers. Curious heifers surrounded them, chewing the cud and breathing warm, damp air into her face.

Her libido waned instantly. She sat up abruptly and swatted their muzzles away from her face, but more cows crushed in around them—their brown eyes fixed on her bare skin.

“Get lost, you stupid animals,” she snarled and shoved them away.

Her body thrummed with frustration. Jase frowned so hard he must have been in physical pain. She cupped his cheek. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this here. Not with an audience, and these stupid cows aren’t budging.”

His pupils flared—red-tinted disks in the black of his eyes—but he tucked his engorged dick back into his jeans. “Let’s shop for something decent to wear; then we’ll find a hotel room. A cow-free zone definitely works for me.”

Lindy dressed quickly, but she kept her gaze fastened on his crotch. The monster in his pants wasn’t going down, and he gritted his teeth against the pain. He groaned and grabbed the blanket. Lindy wanted to run her hands over his dick, to stroke and soothe until his tension dissolved.

Stupid cows. They belong on a barbecue, not driving me crazy in this field
. As they crossed the meadow, a stream of heifers trailed after them, not giving up until Jase helped her over the five-bar gate. Once back in the car, they collapsed in anguished laugher; then Lindy eyed the rear seat.

“Don’t even think about it.” Jase shook his head. “I won’t screw you like some bimbo in the back of a car. Your first time should at least be somewhere comfortable and pleasant. Something to remember forever.”

Lindy laughed. “Like my first orgasm not caused by my own fingers? I certainly won’t forget that. So much pleasure, spoiled by so many cows.”

They drove to a late-night supermarket on the outskirts of Leeds. Jase handed her a wad of ten-pound notes. “Here. Go buy us both a change of clothes while I keep watch.”

AS JASE WAITED, he considered everything he’d endured because of the Sirens’ interference. A warrior god, he’d fought alongside the Titans when the upstart generation of new gods tried to claim Olympus. He’d seen Rome rise and fall; then their preferred gods condemned him for a crime he hadn’t committed.

They’d hated his origins and decried his loyalty to Saturn, but he wasn’t one to turn his back on his friends. When the Sirens convinced Cardea he’d raped her, the gods seized on it. He was an innocent, convicted of rape by the biggest gang of hypocrites ever. Even after his fall, he’d heard about Jupiter and the way he’d raped both Io and Calisto, but none of the other gods gave a damn.

Jase’s fall had been spectacular—from the heights of Olympus to the deepest, darkest depths of hell. All he remembered was cold, emptiness, and pain. Then Pluto tossed him to his pet demons. They’d ripped into his flesh like dogs tearing meat off a bone.

So cold he’d forgotten how to shiver, he’d huddled into himself to preserve what warmth he could. Not that the demons let him rest long. They’d flailed the skin from his back with barbed whips or gouged hooks into his muscles. Suspended by his wrists, he’d dripped blood onto the ice-covered floor, and it lay in frozen puddles beneath his feet. Angry and proud, he’d laughed off the agony of his mangled bones. Eventually he’d stopped cursing his jailors and started to curse his immortality.

When he passed out from pain, they’d douse him in ice water and laugh while he shivered and groaned. When his feeling returned, they’d branded him with red-hot irons, and scarred every inch of his flesh. Even today, he hated the smell of barbecues…having been the star turn at so many himself.

His immortal body healed quickly, but he’d craved death and oblivion. Anything to stop the pain. He’d drifted in and out of sanity, but he gave up on dying. Instead, he’d planned his vengeance. Dreamed of it. Tasted it. Longed for it. Whatever wounds the demons inflicted on his body, he’d waited for his chance.

After centuries spent beating the crap out of him, one of his jailers finally grew careless and came too close. Jase had pulled him apart like a schoolboy pulling the wings off a beetle. That was when he discovered that in Pluto’s realm that your victim’s death released an energy blast that pumped strength and power into you. Empowered by a hundred demon kills, he’d torn through Pluto’s underworld like the grim reaper. Every death gave him more power, and soon demons were offering oaths of allegiance in exchange for their lives. Not his torturers, though. They died quick and clean, since he’d never see anyone else suffer the treatment they’d dished out to him. Victorious, he’d led his army out of the Punishment Fields and watched them sack the Judgment Pavilion. He’d laughed when they’d torn down Pluto’s palace, but part of him wished the sick bastard had been home.

Some drifted off to the Elysian Fields to reunite with loved ones. Others followed him as he rampaged through every culture’s concept of hell. He could have ruled completely, but his human side—the part of him that had once been a powerful Roman god—remembered sunshine and snow. Fresh air that didn’t stink of sulfur was a plus too.