The Wager- BBW Erotic Curvy Paranormal Romance (TOUCH OF THE GODS) (8 page)

“Like what you see?”

“Oh, yes.” The voice that came out of me was wispy and seductive, as though I was trying to make him want me as much as I wanted him.

He grinned and helped me to sitting position.

I was overcome with a deep, powerful need to rip his clothes off and pounce on him. If passion had a name, it would have been his. Then I recalled that I had no name for him. “What is your name and how did you get in here?”

“Ares, and as for your second question---”

“Your parents named you
Ares
? They must love all things Greek.”

“That they do. Now for the second, I saw you from outside, I was riding my motorcycle down the road. I kicked through your door and rushed up here. The beam broke just as you fainted. Glad I got you back, you're far too delicious to lose in this world.” His voice dropped an octave while his gaze focused on my mouth, then lower to my breasts.

As though he called to them, my nipples hardened, straining against the thin material of my shirt. I knew I was blushing from that point, because even my legs had turned a nice shade of pink. Maybe I did need to commit myself, because this instant attraction to hot guys was becoming unsettling.

Ares inched closer and I couldn't help but inhale the masculinity of him. His body was a combination of cigar smoke and power. Yum. He stood fluidly, and I knew there was no way I could stand upright, so I was appreciative when he held his hand out for me to grab. Part of me feared that he'd stumble, his frame was leaner than mine, yet as he pulled me up and into his embrace it was as though I was no heavier than a sheet of paper.

“Told ya, I had you. Now, what's your name, sexy?”

“I'm Vanessa. I should uh, thank you, I guess.” My body was in full horn dog mode while flush against his and I knew that if I didn't keep the conversation going, we'd end up on my bed.

Heph had left me in a very bad state of mind and this handsome savior of mine, might end up a victim of my sexual insanity. Of course, from the look on his face, he would gladly take the hit. Maybe.... “No! I can't do this.”

“Do what? We’re just standing.”

“No, no we weren't. I can't fall for this again, I won't be used again!” The pain of why I’d tried to kill myself came crashing back to my soul like a freight train. I felt Heph's touch, his kiss. I saw him with Willa. He lied to me, they were together—I just knew it. All the men wanted her, not me. Never me.

My body convulsed and if the Ares guy hadn't caught me, I would have jumped out of the window. I struggled against the bonds that were his arms, and dug in my heels to the floor hopelessly, as he pushed me back to the bed. We fell together, his weight crushing into me.

For a moment, his eyes looked like they were overflowing with the blood of lost soldiers, red and vibrant, flowing through the streets of mayhem.

As if the fierce look in his eyes had transferred to me, emotions unadulterated and violent filled my veins with lust, rage and need. “Fuck me! I need it, now!”

“As you wish, séxi sklávos.”

How our clothes disappeared as fast as they had, I'm not sure and honestly, I didn't care. What I was certain of, was the searing heat of his cock as it rammed into me with such ferocity that my headboard left a crack in the wall. I clawed at his back, knowing I drew blood, but as the scent of the tangy liquid and the hard sex assailed me, my mind shattered.

He growled, pulling back until he nearly exited and slammed himself into my pussy, a jolt of pain and pleasure shocking my core. But it wasn’t enough for either of us and he ripped from me, leaving me empty and cold. He flipped my body over quickly, a stinging slap to my ass making it rise in submission. Three fingers darted into my hole, which was wet and sticky, my walls sucking on the digits like a desert man at an oasis. Call it crazy, but I decided to up the ante, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder. “Just fingers? Limp already are we?”

“You questioning my stamina, woman?”

“It's okay, really. It happens to lots of—boys. No need to feel asha---”

The 'boy' statement got the rise I wanted and then some, because before I could finish the statement, he thrust his way back in so deep, I thought for sure he'd pop out of my throat. Grabbing my hair for leverage, he pounded me fiercely, the pounding of his pelvis slapping my ass with each connection, the sound echoing through my room.

The little voice of reason pleaded with me,
You care for Heph. Don't give up on him!
This was very true, but he showed no signs of the same. My feelings were purely in my head, so there was no way for me to really love him. You can't love dreams. No, what I had now was real, dangerous and oh, so thrilling. My previous need to end it all seemed to have vanished the moment Ares' long and curved dick crammed inside me.

Switching my position, he pulled sharply on my head until my back pressed against his front, without breaking where we were joined. Hell, he didn't even lose his rhythm, he was that good. I wrapped my arm around his neck for support, while he took my free hand, inching it down my waist past my stomach, and then settling it over my engorged clit. Holding onto me, he used his own fingers to rotate mine repeatedly, sending small shock waves through every part of me.

He held my hip firmly while plunging in and out, faster than any man I'd been with. It was inhumanly fast. Growls emitted from him, while he increased the tempo of his thrusts and the movements over the extra sensitive nub. “Keep your hand moving right there, and I'll take you to a place where there’s no more pain.” He removed his palm and placed it on the other hip, giving him a better grip to sink deeper still, both of us moaning.

Just as he commanded, I massaged myself at the speed that would bring me over the edge, but I needed that extra push to fall over.

Suddenly, he cried out, a mixture of a war shout and an animal's snarl, before he shot his cum into me, so hot it was, I thought I would burn to death. It created a fire of pulsations that started from the tips of my toes to stop at the center of my clitoris. One moment I was aching to release, and the next, I was hit with an orgasm strong enough to actually stop the scream that wanted to rip from of my mouth. My body shook, coated in sweat and the smell of dirty sex, and when we collapsed on my bed, I’d never felt better. “I can't believe I just did that with you. It was amazing!”

“Hmmm, I know.”

“I hope you live around here. I might need this again.”

“Actually no, I live in town. I came to visit my brother, that's all.”

I snuggled closer to his warm body, feeling the callings of sleep close my eyes. “Oh yeah? And who would that be?”

“His name is Hephaestus. I believe you may know him.”

“How so?”

“Why, he's your neighbor.”

Chapter IX

Vanessa

             
After his confession, the sleep that was hugging me dissipated and I flew from the bed in shock. I stood, confounded. “He's your brother? Your
brother
?”

He casually reclined in my bed, the light from the lamp contouring his body perfectly. I finally noticed his tattoo, a detailed, fierce multi-headed dragon in vibrant colors of green, gold, and red. The wicked serpents spread around his wide chest, while the slender body formed an 'S' shape downward and ended with the spiked tail wrapping around his semi-erect penis.

Dizziness clouded my judgment and I almost crawled on top of him for another round of fun. Rubbing my brow, I tried clearing my mind and stared him down. “You say his name is Hephaestus, which I guess is long for Heph. Has he spoken about me or any dreams?”

“Dreams? About who? You?”

“Yes.”

“No. I believe the only female he's told me of is a strange acting one. Wilma? Wanda?”

“Willa?”

He snapped his finger, pointing at me and nodding.

My heart sank. What I had seen earlier was real and my thoughts of getting together with the man weren't. I was made a fool of by a guy who didn't want me for any reason, but what about what happened in his backyard? I know there had been the same instant attraction there. He wanted me, something I easily felt, yet the look in Ares’s eyes, told me that it was all an act. Probably, to keep me from seeing what he’d started with my sister in the yard, before I unfortunately joined them. Tears stung at the back of my eyes, but I fought the urge to let them spill. Tensing slightly, I watched my new lover walk around to my back.

He pulled me close. “Hey, don't get upset. Trust me when I say, my brother isn't worth it. I can take care of you.”

Maybe it was the electric sexuality that was his voice, or my need to suddenly get revenge on my sister and neighbor, but I believed him. I felt rage and could taste the anger to the point that I wanted blood. I also experienced a higher awareness of my beginning arousal as he glided his hands over my curves. Already, he was hard while precum slid down my ass crack. In fact, I felt him prodding my rear entry with his fingers and when I tried to move away, he held me firm. My heartbeat increased its speed, while I felt panic rising in my throat. I also savored the idea of what he had in mind.

Tentatively, I looked over my shoulder at him, and I could’ve sworn I felt the sting of little teeth nipping my back. I quickly glanced down at his dragon tattoo, but it sat in the same place. Though perhaps, the middle head was twisted differently than before. Nah, probably not.

“You want me to take care of you, Vanessa? Make him jealous? Make them pay?”

His words in conjunction with the slow penetration of a thick, blunt thumb started to make a lot of sense to me. I wanted all of those things and needed them now. “Yes! Yes, I do!”

“Then, you'll do what I want, when I want it, my little sklávos.”

He bent me over the edge of my bed, spreading my plush cheeks before forcibly plunging into my tight, virginal asshole. I felt as though a fist of strength wrapped around my soul, hooking me in. The pain that shot through me, burned as though flames were boiling my insides and yet, I pushed back, silently begging for more. As the hours passed, I received more punishing, delicious sex until I collapsed from sheer, dead exhaustion.

He put me to bed, covering me with the blanket.

I knew Ares had branded me and marked me as his own. “Will you return?”

“Oh yes. But while I'm away, I'll be sending someone to help you with your looks and wardrobe.”

“Is something wrong with them?”

“They don't please me. You want to please me right, Vanessa?”

Yawning, I nodded still unsure why I longed to do this for him.

He kissed my forehead and I fell into dark, raunchy dreams of whips, chains and Ares. His fiery eyes burning into me while he tortured me into climax. Somewhere, my life had changed. I had become different and I was certain, it wasn't the biker, sex maniac who was the reason for it. Oh no, everything I knew evolved the day I touched a tree of a man and nothing would ever be the same for any of us.

*   *   *   *

              I would have thought all that occurred the night before was a dream, but as I shifted my leg, the tenderness between my thighs and ass let me know that wasn't so. My body was a Jello mound that had been left out of the fridge too long, and all I wanted was to lie in my bed for the remainder of the day. My throat was no longer sore, which I knew was odd for some reason.

A deep voice, familiar and sensual, echoed in my head,
Trust me, Vanessa.
Startled, I sat up a little too quickly, wincing at the ache throughout my body with a feeling of being well used. I finally managed to get out of bed. Moving to the bathroom, I stared in shock at my neck which was smooth and normal, not bruised. How? Before I could reach up to touch the healed skin, my doorbell rang, and then buzzed again. Whoever was on the other side was very impatient, or hyper, maybe both. “Just a minute!”

             
Now they pounded on the door with the combination of ringing the bell to the point I thought it would break for sure. The urgency of it only allowed me to slip on my socks and bathrobe over my nude flesh. Then again, the incessant noise they were making made me almost think twice about not scaring them away with my bare fat ass. Stomping down my stairs, I didn't even take the time to look in through the peephole and ripped the door open, ready to scream at the unwanted guest.

Then, I saw her. Frozen, my only thought was how Ares must have a twin sister, because this woman was his identical female twin, from the ink black hair to the cocky sneer that curled her lips. She even stood at his height and was toned in the way that made me feel like a blubber whale. Like the man, this young woman wore head to toe leather. The only difference was that her clothing was a dark purple and more of a catsuit than pant and jacket.

My mouth flapped open like a fish. I tried to think up a coherent thing to say, but came out with nothing, even as she pushed passed me to enter my home.

She stood looking around, her face wrinkled in disgust, as though she smelled something horrible. Then, she turned to me and the look she gave made her previous expression seem kind. “Either father lost a bet, or you must be a hell of a fuck.”