The Heart of War (78 page)

It had been days and Ares was unaccustomed to going more than a few hours without having his most basic of need gratified.  He wasn’t going to last long on this first round, but they did have the rest of the night and the rest of their lives beyond.

Feeling him harden further within her, she was delightfully torn between the pleasure and the pain it brought.  Alena opted for the pleasure as her lips closed down around his pecs and then moved down with her fingers grabbing greedily at his flesh.  She took in the deep earthy, almost smoldering forest scent of him and wanted more.  In that endeavor she worked harder until the God of War began to sweat, beads of salty dew dropped upon her tongue and released tiny explosions of the scent into the air around her as they fell onto her skin.  Her nails raked down Ares’ back as the unexpectedness of her own orgasm took over.

The walls around him tightened with unbelievable strength and then froze in place as they pulsed and throbbed, secreting that fine oil within her.  No more holding back, nearly falling down upon her, Ares’ hand grabbed up a handful of silver hair and gave it a good pull to remove it from her neck.  Alena’s head rolled to the side, exposing that tender spot to his waiting mouth and Ares’ seized upon it just before his own climax burst forth.  Lips and teeth clamped down just over her jugular to feel it pulsing in time with the hot box surrounding him.  The harder he bit, the more he sucked, the higher they both flew.

The world around her spun out of control.  There was nothing above.  Nothing below.  It spun and spun until the room and even the lights from the harbor faded away into a blur.  Alena could no longer catch her breath.  Taken away by passion and desire, the climax just kept climbing until it reached a torturous level.  “Please?  Please?”  She begged for the final release as she laid bare at the mercy of the God of War.

One more bite.  The hand in her hair tightened and pulled as the other planted itself on her hip and held her in place below him.  Ares’ toes curled as they searched for purchase and his arms pulled her downward on the bed. The paralysis quickly moved up his calves to his thighs, it skipped over his hips momentarily, and moved onward to that six-pack and then screamed upward until each muscle in his brawny body stood out in full definition.  Then the seizure went back for his hips.  It froze them in place as it reached back toward those curled toes just as they touched down on the purchase of the bedroom floor that he'd been looking for and then blitzed back upward like a linebacker.  With his cock so hard it felt like tempered steel, the orgasm released its fury and he let out a groan, which turned from a groan into a growl as he held Alena down with those strong teeth.

With his release came her own.  The bubble burst just as the last of the oxygen escaped her lungs and those scratching, clawing hands of hers pulled him as close as she could possibly get him and still be underneath him this delightful way.

Soon the air around the Lovers was thick with the scents of honeysuckle and wild cherries.

In fact, after Ares and Alena were gone from this place, it would take the excellent cleaning staff of the Carnegie a month to rid the room of the sweet scent.

They made love until the sun rose over the harbor.  “Where shall we go today?” Ares asked as she lay in his arms with her head on his chest.

“It’s your turn.  Show me some place I’ve never been.  Some place that means something to you,” Alena invited as she nuzzled against him.

For the next few months, the world was at their feet.  Hera would find them when she thought it was time for them to return to Olympus.  Chances were Alena would not enjoy visiting some of the sights of his more glorious battles; talk of death and war on a honeymoon was a definite buzz-kill.  The last thing he wanted was for this particular buzz to ever fade from his life.  He could lay here with her forever watching the sunrise over the boats.  “We’ll think about it later,” Ares said as he rolled her over onto her back.

“More?”

“Always more.”

Lisa Beth Darling
February 2010-November 2010

Look for the sequels
Child of War
–
A God is Born
October, 2011

Child of War-Rising Son
September, 2012
Spoils of War
2013

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About the Author

Lisa lives in her hometown of New London, CT with her husband of 26 years, Roy, and their two daughters. She is the author of 11 novels and more than 30 short stories.