Deep Water (30 page)

“How did you know we were speaking Ancient
Gree
—” Poseidon sucked in a harsh breath as Griffin
found that magic spot inside him, pressing light circles onto it. “Oh, yes,” he
breathed.

“Yeah, found your prostate,” Griffin said,
sounding amused. “I speak a little Greek, so I’m catching cognates here and
there.”

“Excellent deduction, Holmes,” Amphitrite
said, sliding her fingers down to the base of Poseidon’s cock and gripping it
firmly. He gasped and nodded, appreciating the assistance in holding off his
orgasm. “And I’m sorry—we haven’t had the chance to speak it to each other for
a very long time. We’ll teach it to you, I promise.”

“Good luck with that. There’s a reason why
I speak a little Greek and not a lot.” Poseidon heard a click, then something
wet being squirted out. “Ready for another finger?”

“Yes.” He rode out the expected burn,
waiting until it turned into a biting pleasure. “Another?”

“You’re eager.” But Griffin complied. This
time the burn was sharper. Poseidon breathed into it, wishing he could command
his inner muscles to relax as easily as he commanded the waves. “All right,
love?”

“Yes. I think I’m ready.”

“Not by half.” Griffin slid his free hand
under Poseidon’s balls, rolling them gently in his palm. “
Ammie
,
play with his cock some more, but don’t let him come. Not until I’m inside him
and he’s inside you.”

“Yes, beloved.” With a sultry look she
stepped up her erotic torture. Poseidon let himself writhe under the combined
sensations, relaxing into them and the heady feeling of letting someone else
take over for once. All he had to do, all his mates wanted him to do, was lie
there and take whatever they chose to give to him. And they chose pleasure,
short-circuiting his nerves with licking bursts of sensation that were just
this side of pain.

He clutched the coverlet, feeling it rip
under his immortal fingers. “Please, love, please.”

“Please what?” Amphitrite murmured into
his ear.

“Please take me. Fuck me. Make me yours.”

She glanced down at their other mate,
never stopping her hand on his aching cock. “Griffin?”

“Now.” Griffin slid his fingers out, and
Poseidon missed the sensation of being filled. Then he felt Griffin’s thighs
sliding under his own, lifting them more. Something hard and large pressed
against his loosened opening. Poseidon pushed out against it, hissing as he was
breached.

Griffin groaned. “Christ, that’s so tight.
No wonder you like this. You all right?”

“Give me a minute.” It had been so long
since he’d let Nerites take him like this, he’d forgotten that first cramp of
pain. Taking a deep breath, he pushed back again and felt Griffin slide in just
a bit more. “Oh.”

“Take your time, love. I can wait.”
Griffin stroked his thighs. “God, you look amazing like this. All sprawled out
and open, just waiting to be fucked.”

The words sent a thrill through Poseidon,
and he relaxed further.
Then again
,
he thought,
two could play at that game.
“I can’t wait until you’re all the way inside me,” he said in a low rumble.
“Filling me up until all I can think about is your thick cock.”

Griffin groaned again. “If you really want
me to come right now, keep talking like that.”

“For Gaia’s sake, don’t make him come,”
Amphitrite said, snuggling closer to Poseidon. “I want to watch him fuck you
while you fuck me.”

“And you aren’t helping, gorgeous.” Now
breathless and sweating a bit, Griffin grimaced in concentration. “I
think—yeah. I’m in.” He grinned down at Poseidon. “I am very tempted to fuck
your brains right out of your ears, love.”

Poseidon stretched, enjoying the sensation
of being filled. “I’d like to see you try.”

In answer, Griffin pulled back slightly
and thrust in again, harder this time. It set off a lovely ripple effect that
reached right up into the god’s diaphragm.

Feeling wicked, Poseidon wrapped his legs
around Griffin’s waist and pulled him closer. “You can go harder than that,” he
taunted.

“Yes, I can.” To Poseidon’s delight
Griffin started a rolling motion with his hips,
pistoning
that lovely thick cock in and out of his body. Poseidon hiked his legs higher,
welcoming the invader and his own delightful lack of responsibility. He could
feel his toes curling from the sheer delight of being fucked by one
agapetos
while the other gave him the
hand-job of a lifetime.

After some experimentation Griffin found
the right angle that bumped him over that small gland. Poseidon yelped in pleasure
as stars burst across his vision. His neck arched uncontrollably, pushing his
head deeper into the pillow.

“Right there,” he heard Amphitrite said.
“Keep that angle, beloved.”

“Will do. One brainless fucking, coming
up.”

Every stroke now hit that one needy spot,
the one that made Poseidon want to beg for more, harder, yes. Amphitrite’s
mouth came down over his own, and he fed at it hungrily, thrusting his tongue
into her mouth in the same rhythm that Griffin was thrusting into his body.

She moaned around his dancing tongue,
finally tearing her mouth away. “Now, Griffin. I need him now.”

“Yes, dear.” Griffin pulled out, urging
Poseidon to turn over. The god scooped his consort under his body as he did,
easing her thighs open and pushing his own rigid cock into the warm sweetness
between them just as Griffin pushed back into him.

Amphitrite’s mouth dropped open as he
thrust into her for the first time in millennia. “Yes! Love, yes!”

“My love,” he growled, sinking into her
willing body and feeling Griffin do the same to him. It was better than
anything he’d ever experienced, eclipsing by far any tumble he’d ever had in
his very long lifetime.

We’re together,
finally. We’re complete.

He kissed his consort, putting his entire
heart and soul into the kiss as he drove into her over and over again. “Good?”

“Good.” She was breathless, cheeks already
flushed with color and desire. “Griffin?”

“Fuck yes,” was the groaned reply. “God, I
love you both so much.”

“And I love you both as well,” she gasped
out. One of her hands wrapped around Poseidon’s forearm, clinging to him while
the other one reached past his shoulder to touch Griffin. “My loves.”

“I love you,
Ammie
.
I love you,
Griff
. Forever, I swear it.” He moaned as
his long-stoked orgasm finally began to make itself known. “I can’t hold back
much longer.”

“Make her come first,” Griffin ordered.

Panting, Poseidon obeyed, slipping a hand
between their sweat-wet bodies and finding Amphitrite’s clit. He slid two
fingers down either side of the erect nub, rubbing it between them.

His consort keened long and loud, pelvis
coming up hard into his own as he drove her to ecstasy. Those wonderful
interior muscles fluttered around his cock, milking it.

He closed his eyes and let go of
everything, coming hard and pouring every ounce of his hoarded love into his
consort. His own muscles clamped down hard on Griffin’s shaft, rippling
uncontrollably along it and doubling his own pleasure. He could both hear and
feel Griffin shouting as his mate’s cock thickened inside him, then went rock hard.
With one final thrust he felt his
agapetos
come inside him. It triggered an aftershock of his own orgasm, tiny but
blazingly fierce.

Griffin sagged onto his back, panting.
“Oh, God. That was perfect.”

“That it was,” Amphitrite said throatily,
gazing up at Poseidon with love. “And you’re both wonderful, my loves.”

“You’re the wonderful one, my lady.”
Careful to keep the bulk of his weight (and Griffin’s, he noted with amusement)
braced on his arms, Poseidon lowered himself to give Amphitrite a kiss.
“Griffin?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry.” The weight on his
back disappeared, and he felt Griffin slide out of his body. “Oh, wow.”

Poseidon blinked at Griffin’s tone. “What
is it?”

“Your back…”

The awe in his mate’s voice prompted him
to move off Amphitrite with care. He eased onto his hip, ignoring the ache in
his ass. “Show me.”

Griffin stared at him. “How? It’s on your
back.”

“It should be on all our backs,”
Amphitrite said. “Please, Griffin, turn around.”

Their mortal mate did, shifting until he
was kneeling on the mattress facing away from them. In the middle of his back
was a new tattoo, a beautifully colored rendering of Poseidon’s trident with a
brown and white seahorse twined around it. Emerging from the shimmering blue
background was the fiery orange hide of a Giant Pacific octopus, tentacles
wrapped protectively around the seahorse and trident.

Poseidon felt his smile grow until his
cheeks ached. “It’s glorious,” he said, putting an arm around Amphitrite and
pulling her close.

Griffin peered over his shoulder. “Huh.
Nice.” He turned around and sprawled along Amphitrite’s other side. “Is that
the mating mark you were talking about?”

Poseidon urged Amphitrite to turn over and
snuggle into Griffin’s arms so that he could study the tattoo on her back,
tracing the limning with a gentle finger. “Yes. The trident represents me. The
seahorse,
Ammie
. The octopus must be you. Apparently
the Fates noticed your fondness for cephalopods.”

“It also means the Fates have blessed our
union,” Amphitrite said, wriggling playfully under Poseidon’s tracing. “What
they’ve joined, no one may put asunder.”

“No divorce, huh?” Griffin stretched his
arm across Amphitrite, letting his hand rest on Poseidon’s shoulder. “So you’re
both stuck with me, then.”

“Most willingly, beloved,” Poseidon said
as Amphitrite turned her head, beaming at both of them.

Chapter Thirteen

Over the next few days Griffin decided to
forget about his tumor and enjoy his new status as mate to a pair of divine
beings. Not only was the sex astounding, but both Poseidon and Amphitrite gave
him both the companionship and the emotional stability that he hadn’t even
realized he’d been missing since his second divorce became final.

Of course, he didn’t try to monopolize all
of their time. They had a great deal of talking to do, and it made him happy to
see them walking hand in hand down the beach deep in conversation, or out
swimming in the cove. He’d offered the use of the
Seabird
, but Poseidon had demurred. “Sailing is enjoyable,
beloved, but we need to be in direct contact with the sea. It … helps.”

He wasn’t going to argue with that. And he
certainly wasn’t going to argue with the pairs’ need to reconnect in more
primal ways. Just that morning Griffin had started to walk into the cottage’s
great room, then ducked back into the hallway after spotting a naked Amphitrite
sitting on the breakfast bar, an equally naked Poseidon kneeling in front of
her and licking greedily between her legs.

Oh, come on. It’s
not as if they can’t tell I’m here.
Grinning, Griffin edged his head around
the hallway corner and settled in to watch as his mates enjoyed a spot of
morning cunnilingus.

Eyes closed, Amphitrite had draped her
legs over Poseidon’s bare shoulders, playing with her nipples and smiling
contentedly while the god’s mouth worked between her legs. Her eyes opened
slowly, and she winked at him.

Thank you,
beloved. Your lessons have done wonders for his technique.

You’re more than
welcome, my lady.
Griffin licked his palm, then slid that hand into his shorts until he could
grip his own rapidly swelling cock. He started a fast, brutal stroke, enjoying
the triple threat of his hand on his cock, the visual of Poseidon kneeling in
front of their woman and eating her out, and the mental wave of passion coming
off both god and goddess.

He came quickly, not bothering to smother
his happy grunt. Amphitrite came almost immediately afterwards, pushing her
pelvis into Poseidon’s willing face and grinding against it.

Panting, she looked down at the sea god in
adoration. “You’re wonderful, love.”

“Thank you, my dear. And you’re
delicious.” Poseidon shifted a bit, turning to smirk at Griffin. “As for you,
beloved, it certainly felt like you had a good time.”

Griffin pulled a sticky hand out of his
shorts, holding it up and displaying the evidence. “Guilty.”

“Well, then. Since you two have been
pleased,” the god rolled to his feet, showing off a truly impressive erection.
“Might I hope it’s my turn next?”

Griffin raised an eyebrow at Amphitrite,
who smiled. “Oh, I think we can work something out,” he said, sauntering
towards them.

After mercilessly double-teaming Poseidon
against the bar, the three of them cycled through the cottage’s bathroom to
clean up. Once they were dressed Poseidon shooed them out to the porch,
announcing that he was going to cook brunch.

Seated outside at the porch’s patio table,
Amphitrite turned a bemused expression to Griffin. “He cooks now?”

“Kind of,” Griffin hedged. “More like
burning things with style. I think he’d pretty much got the hang of eggs down,
though, if you don’t mind them scrambled. And somewhat overcooked. And
occasionally green.”

“I can hear you, you know,” drifted
through the screen door.

“Love you, pet,” Griffin called back.

“Never mind,” Amphitrite said. “Practice
makes perfect. And if there are any issues,” her lips quirked, “we can always
go beg a meal from
Aph
.”

Through the porch’s screening Griffin
noticed two tall redheads and a shorter blond walking up the beach. “Speak of
the devil.”

Amphitrite turned in her chair. They both
watched as the trio stopped in front of Nick’s cottage, pulling what looked
like long poles out of the air. One demigod—Bythos, Griffin thought, from the
clean-shaven face—stepped back while Aphros took Ian by the shoulders and
positioned him on the sand, then took a spot in front of him.

“What are they doing?” Griffin asked.

“Starting Ian’s martial arts training,”
Amphitrite said in approval. “Good. It’s well past time that they should have
done that.”

“Martial arts? You mean gods use karate?”

Amphitrite chuckled, still watching her
sons and son-in-law. “Gods use any sort of skill that will help them win in a
fight, darling. In the old days every god and goddess learned how to fight.
Even Aphrodite was an excellent shot with bow and arrow.”

“Huh. So what are they teaching Ian?”

The Nereid studied the trio on the beach.
“From the looks of things, spear fighting. It’s the best way to start off
learning how to handle a poled weapon. Once he has the basic maneuvers down,
they can teach him how to use his trident in hand-to-hand combat. ”

Suddenly the shine was off the morning.
“You make it sound like he’s going into battle,” Griffin said.

Amphitrite glanced back at him, serious
now. “Everything that has happened over the last few months has centered
around
Ian,” she said. “The boys finding him again and
becoming his mates, his new godhood, Nick coming here and taking on the Rod of
Asclepius. Even Poseidon and I are here because of him. Whatever my sister’s
end game is, I believe it will involve Ian. And he has to be ready for it.”

Looking back to her sons, she
tsked
. “Oh, no. They’re going far too fast,” she said,
getting to her feet. To Griffin’s surprise she left the porch, striding towards
her sons.

Griffin stood hastily and followed. When
he caught up to her she was in mid-diatribe with a bemused Aphros, lecturing
him on proper stances. “He may be a god now, but you still need to start out at
quarter speed. He’ll never be able to follow the pattern if he can’t see it,”
she said.

“I already told him that,” Bythos said,
leaning on his spear.

“I believe I can teach my own mate how to
defend himself, Mother,” Aphros said, red curls lifting in the breeze. “Ian’s
not stupid—”

“I’ve also never used a weapon in my
life,” Ian interjected. “Hell, I’ve been using my trident more like a walking
stick than anything.”

“My point exactly. Here.” Amphitrite held
out a hand for Aphros’s spear.

He pulled it back. “I know what I’m doing,
Mother,” he snapped.

“Really?” She gave him a bright, pleasant
smile that still managed to raise the hairs on the back of Griffin’s neck.
“Well, then, you won’t mind giving us all a demonstration of that, will you?”

This time she turned to Bythos and held
her hand out. The grey-eyed twin immediately handed over his own spear. Hefting
it, Amphitrite walked away about five feet, then turned. Her entire body
language had changed, charged now with a fierce alertness.

She jerked her chin at Griffin. “Beloved,
move everyone back.”

Griffin was not about to argue with a
goddess holding a spear. “You heard the lady,” he said, shooing Ian and Bythos
away from their mate. Ian seemed reluctant to go, but Griffin saw the small
smile playing over Bythos’s face.

“I don’t want her to get hurt,” he heard Ian
say in an undertone to Bythos.

The demigod chuckled. “Trust me, beloved. The
only thing that’s in any real danger is my brother’s ego. It’ll do him some
good to remember who first taught him how to fight.”

With a space now cleared around the
combatants, Griffin watched Aphros drop into a position much like his mother’s.
“Ready,” he said, irritated.

Amphitrite lifted the spear in both hands,
pointing the tip at Aphros. “First pattern. Begin.”

She advanced, planting each foot squarely
on the sand. Her first move was an upward feint, then a thrust at her son’s
thigh. He deflected the thrust, dancing back a bit before launching his own
attack. She parried his spear, leaping to one side and using her body’s
momentum to smack her spear shaft insultingly against his ass.

He jumped back, rubbing the offended body
part. “That’s not in the pattern.”

She grinned at him, spinning her spear
shaft lengthwise in her hands. “I thought you might have learned something new
over the years,” she said. “Seems I was wrong.”

The blue-eyed twin’s face changed at that,
lighting with the heat of combat. What followed was a fast-pitched skirmish
that looked like a cross between a
bo
stick fight, wire work from Hong Kong’s best action cinema, and something that
Griffin suspected George Lucas would have given half of Skywalker Ranch to
film.

Aphros used his greater height and reach
to thrust, slash, and parry, but Amphitrite used speed and dexterity to
outmaneuver her son, luring him into traps that allowed her to put nicks and
welts on his exposed skin. When he leapt into the air, trying to come at her
from overhead, she ducked and did a forward somersault under him, coming to her
feet and spinning in one smooth move that resulted in her knocking his
newly-landed feet out from under him. He went sprawling, and she sprang
forward, planting the tip of her spearhead directly between his shoulder
blades.

“Do you yield, darling?” she said sweetly.

Aphros dug his fingers into the sand. She
leaned on her spear, letting the sharp tip just pierce his skin. A thin trickle
of red appeared.

He relaxed, opening his hands in
surrender. “I yield, Mother.”

“Excellent.” She withdrew the spear tip
and the small wound closed over immediately. “Now, may I assist you in teaching
your
agapetos
how to fight?”

“I’d say yes, brother, before she lays
some more stripes on you,” Bythos called cheerily.

The noise of the sparring had drawn
interest. Liam and Aidan emerged from their cottage, followed by a yawning
Nick. Amphitrite quickly roped all of them into sparring practice, setting the
more experienced demigods and mermen with the task of instructing their mates.

She turned to Griffin, giving him a
considering look. “How are you feeling, beloved? Think you’re up to a bit of
sparring?”

He’d been feeling steadily better with the
help of Poseidon’s seed, and his muscles were now nagging him for a proper
workout. “I think I could manage that,” he said. “Just don’t gut me, all right?
I don’t think even a week in bed with Poseidon could fix that.”

She grinned. “I’ll do my best.”

Aphros summoned more spears for them, and
Amphitrite began running Griffin through the basic moves of spear fighting.
Within a half hour Griffin’s muscles were screaming for mercy and he was
drenched in sweat.

He couldn’t remember when he’d had so much
fun.

“Wait, wait,” he puffed, clinging onto his
spear for dear life. “Shit. I’m out of shape.”

She leaned on her own weapon, giving him a
sympathetic smile. “It’s no fault of your own. And to be honest you’re holding
up better than Nick or Ian.”

Still panting, Griffin glanced at the
other fighting pairs. Aphros and Aidan were still hard at it, but Bythos had
paused while Ian hung onto his spear much like Griffin, gasping for air. Nick
was spread-eagled on the sand while Liam stood over him chuckling.

“Dammit, Jim, I’m a doctor, not a
gladiator,” Nick wheezed, waving feebly. “Just let me die. Better yet, just
stick the damn spear in me and put me out of my misery.”

“That’ll happen later, pet, don’t you
worry,” Liam said, hauling his mate into a sitting position. “Come on, up.”

Griffin tried not to laugh as the doctor
got to his feet, his entire face collapsing in a giant wince. “Okay, how about ‘I’m
a lover, not a fighter’?”

“That may be true,” Amphitrite called with
amusement, “but it’s still good to be able to defend yourself.” She eyed Nick
critically. “That being said, I think you’re done for the day. Why don’t you go
sit in the hot tub for awhile?”

The doctor looked pathetically grateful.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he said, limping away to his cottage’s deck with a grinning
Liam in tow.

Griffin looped his free arm around
Amphitrite, kissing her cheek. “That sounds like a good idea. I think I’m going
to go back to the cottage and take a shower. Want to come?”

She kissed him back. “Mm, not just yet,”
she said. “I think these tadpoles still have some energy left that they need to
work off.”

Griffin had to smother another laugh as
Ian gaped at Amphitrite. “Whoa, wait. Why do they get to stop?” the storm god complained.

“They’re mortals, darling, and Griffin is
still ill,” she said briskly. “But you’re a god. It’s time to really stretch your
wings and find out what you can do.”

Ian gave Griffin a hopeless glance. “Kill
me now,” he mouthed.

Griffin just shook his head in a cheerful
way and limped off towards the cottage.
You’re
on your own, mate.