Poseidon's Bride (Olympians, Book One) (3 page)

She still couldn’t get that man’s eyes
out of her head as she stared out across the waves. As the wind
caressed her face again, she could almost have sworn she felt those
eyes watching her.

“
Snap out of it, Layla,”
she whispered as she turned and walked to her dresser.

* * * *

Poseidon stared up at her window.
“Layla,” he repeated. Such a beautiful name for such a lovely
creature. Though he felt tempted to watch her more closely, he
decided not to. Normally, it wouldn’t have been a big deal, but now
he didn’t want to rush things. He didn’t feel strong enough to
resist seducing her if he got any closer, so he kept his
distance.

He moved out of the shadows and sat
down on a rock. A plan for meeting her was already forming in his
mind, but he had one problem. If he revealed himself immediately,
he’d never have a chance. She’d think he was crazy, or worse, she’d
be afraid of him. Either way, she’d most likely want nothing to do
with him. He didn’t want to lie to her, but wasn’t that the way it
always had to be? When maidens threw offerings into the sea and
begged to be taken by him, he knew how to act, but times had
changed and so had people. If Hera was right, so had he. He’d
simply have to cross that bridge when he came to it. Looking up at
her window again, he hoped he’d get to it very soon.

A playful giggle echoed through the
air, and Poseidon groaned. “Out for a walk, Aphrodite?”

“
Out for a gloat,
actually.” She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his chest.
She came to stand in front of him, stroking his cheek before taking
her hands off him. She wore a sheer silver bikini and nothing else.
Her curly blonde hair was piled on top of her head, but several
ringlets framed her face. Her blue eyes flashed at him.

“
And why is that?” he
asked.

“
My precious boy finally
got you, didn’t he? You’re in love! Hera told me all about
it.”

Poseidon sighed, amazed Hera had been
able to work so fast. She and Aphrodite must have had a craving for
the same kind of man that night. “I haven’t seen Eros for months,
and he certainly hasn’t been here tonight…and I’m not in
love.”

She shook her head. “If you’d said you
weren’t in love first, I might have believed you, but you didn’t.”
She shrugged. “Just because Eros didn’t do it doesn’t mean it isn’t
true. Nowadays, people fall in and out of love all the time without
us.”

He smiled, despite his annoyance. “We
all know what your opinion on that is, don’t we?”

“
Exactly.” She folded her
arms. “There aren’t any great love stories anymore. Royal couples
can’t even manage to stay together. It simply isn’t true
love.”

“
But at least they get to
choose. Isn’t that the truest love of all?”

“
They certainly do get to
choose, and look what happens. They choose spouse number two before
they’ve even gotten rid of spouse number one. Then move on to
spouse number three before they reach forty.”

He laughed. “Since when do you care
about fidelity?”

“
I’m not talking about
fidelity. I’m talking about passion. Couples who stay together no
matter what they go through. I’m talking about love that can move
mountains, that can conquer and forget an infidelity, the kind of
love people were willing to die for.”

“
Right. The kind that used
to drive people mad. I haven’t forgotten all the maidens who used
to throw themselves into the ocean.”

She giggled. “That was their
subconscious. They all secretly wanted to be bedded by you.” She
reached around her back and undid her bikini top. It fluttered to
the ground. “But I don’t believe in keeping secrets.”

“
What about true love?
Moving mountains and all that?” He tried not to look at her
voluptuous breasts. They’d made love many times before, but now it
didn’t feel the same.

She undid the hooks on the bottom and
slipped it off in one movement. “It doesn’t have to be about love.”
She shook her hair out, and in an instant it was straight and
auburn-colored instead of curly and blonde. Her eyes turned green,
and her features became Layla’s as she smiled down at him. “You
can’t tell me you don’t want her.”

He looked away and sighed. “Aphrodite,
this isn’t fair.”

“
Why not? Consider it an
offering to the goddess of love.” She eyed his crotch and moved to
straddle his lap before he could protest. “Don’t deny me. Why
should you have to pleasure yourself again tonight when I can give
you what you need so badly?”

Desire crashed over him as his body
became aware of hers. He put his hands on her hips, then ran them
up over her breasts. She moaned under his touch. He looked over her
body. She did look exactly like Layla, and the image of Layla
coming on the beach enflamed his brain and his body. He ran his
fingers through her auburn hair as his cock swelled under her
ass.

He looked at Aphrodite sternly, though
he couldn’t hide the flames of lust in his eyes. “Don’t say a word.
If I hear your voice, I’ll leave you, no matter how close either
one of us is to bliss.”

She smiled and put her arms around his
neck. She nodded and moved her mouth to his. As they kissed, he
lifted her up and then laid her down on the sand. He removed his
clothes quickly, never closing his eyes. His cock grew harder as he
looked down at her, spread and ready for him, as willing as he
wanted Layla to be when they were finally joined.

He ran his hands down her thighs,
pausing to rub one thumb over her wet core and swollen nub before
moving his hands up to her breasts. He savored every curve. Even
though it wasn’t real, it might ease his pain until their true
moment came. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth
as he looked into her eyes. He suckled slowly, then pulled gently
with his teeth. He did the same with the other nipple, and she
began to writhe beneath him.

He crawled over her chest and
straddled her face, positioning his cock near her mouth. “Suck my
cock.”

She took his cock into her mouth
eagerly and ran her tongue up and down it as her hands kneaded his
ass. She sucked his cock to the back of her throat.

Poseidon stroked her hair, her face,
remembering Layla’s voice when she’d spoken to herself on the beach
and at her window. He imagined her moaning, saying his
name.

“
Layla,” he whispered as
he stared down into the green eyes that were so like hers. He
stroked her face again and pulled his cock from her mouth. As he
positioned himself between her legs, he recalled the enraptured
look she’d had on her face during her orgasm and the sweet nectar
he’d tasted mingled with the waves.

He held her face firmly. “Don’t look
away.” He plunged into her.

She gasped, but didn’t close her eyes.
They widened as he stroked in and out, grinding his body against
her clit, finding a deep, steady rhythm that literally took her
breath away. As her pussy trembled with her hard and fast release,
he pushed himself deep inside her one last time and spilled his hot
seed into her.

“
Layla.” His lips hovered
over hers for a moment before he plundered her mouth with a deep,
searching kiss. When he opened his eyes, he was staring down at
Aphrodite.

He climbed off her. He couldn’t
explain why he felt embarrassed—him, one of the most powerful of
the gods. He’d made love to almost every goddess, and he’d done
some of the kinkiest things he’d ever imagined with Aphrodite. This
time had been simple and to the point, a quick, fevered coupling to
ease the ache inside him, but he still didn’t want to face her.
Something inside him was stirring, and he didn’t understand what it
was.

When Aphrodite put her hand on his
shoulder gently, he finally turned to her. She smiled, but not in a
mocking or teasing way. She kissed him on the cheek. “I hope she
realizes how lucky she is to be loved by one so great.” He felt the
heat from her kiss all the way to his heart. It was her blessing.
She only gave it to those who asked, and then only rarely, so hope
began to swell in his heart. She would not have granted this honor
if he and Layla were not fated for one another. The thought of love
still scared him though.

He started to shake his head, but she
held up her hand. “If anyone knows about love, it’s me. So no
arguing.” She stood up and brushed off as much sand as she could
before snapping her fingers, magically wrapping her body in a
skintight, black leather dress. She pointed a warning finger at
Poseidon. “By this time next week, I expect you to have thoroughly
swept her off her feet. Hera and I will be watching.”

“
You ladies are setting
high expectations for me.” He sighed, his mind drifting back to
Layla again.

Aphrodite smiled. “Look at her the way
you were looking at me a few moments ago, and she’ll fall at your
feet in an instant.”

“
I’ll make sure I catch
her then,” he said dryly as he turned back to Layla’s
window.

“
I’ve no doubt you will.”
She waved her hand and flashed a mischievous grin before heading
down the beach.

Poseidon ran his hands through his
hair, wondering how he was going to get through the night without
seeing Layla again.

* * * *

As Aphrodite walked down the beach,
anxious to find Hera and tell her the fabulous news, she hoped to
find her still in the company of the same two muscled men she’d
been with earlier that night. They’d both been glorious in their
leathers, and their eyes said she wouldn’t have to teach them how
to please even a goddess. Poseidon could stare up at a window all
night if he wanted to, but she was looking for a little more
action. And lots of it.

Chapter Three

Layla knew she had been unusually
dreamy all night, but she hadn’t imagined the voice that had just
sent chills up her spine. She’d been brushing her hair, trying to
decide if she would read a book or watch a movie before going to
bed, when she’d heard a man passionately call out her
name.

As she stood frozen to the spot, she
felt something lightly brush against her cheeks, like fingers
framing her face.

“
Layla,” the voice
whispered again. She had a vivid imagination, but she’d never heard
such desire in a man’s voice before. The fingers on her face
lingered longer than the voice did. She dropped her brush and ran
her hands over her cheeks, thinking maybe her hair was clinging to
her face because of static electricity in the air, but she felt
nothing unusual.

She looked all around the room, but
saw nothing. No shadows lurked outside on her balcony, and there
were no intruders creeping out of her closet. She shook her head
and took a calming breath. Her eyes strayed to her top drawer,
where she kept her vibrator. If another orgasm was what it took to
get some peace, she certainly had the option. But she had to admit
she would prefer for her dream man to come walking through the
mirror, or whatever it was mysterious, magical men did, and sweep
her into his arms for a long night of loving.

She closed her eyes and envisioned the
man again. His dark hair begged her to run her fingers through it.
This time she pictured him with blue eyes, crystal clear eyes the
color of the ocean, filled with passion as he plunged his cock into
her and whispered her name. A shiver ran through her body, and she
began to think she wouldn’t even need the vibrator. All she had to
do was think of that man’s eyes and imagine his voice whispering
her name to send herself over the edge. She sighed as she imagined
the man coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her
waist, moving his hands up to cup her breasts, pressing his long,
hard cock against her ass.

She jerked the drawer open and grabbed
her vibrator, unwinding the black silk blindfold she kept wrapped
around it. She dropped her robe onto the floor and pushed her hair
back over her shoulders. She turned the vibrator on and lay back on
the bed. Reaching down between her legs, she felt how wet the
thoughts of her mystery lover had already made her. She ran her
fingers over her clit, just to dampen them with her own dew, then
pressed the tip of the vibrator to it.

She closed her eyes and thought of
those blue eyes as she pretended he was watching her. She imagined
the hunger in his eyes as she slid the vibrator back and forth over
her clit. But that simply wasn’t enough. Her pussy begged to be
filled.

She moaned. “If only you were real.”
She pinched and rolled her right nipple, and then slid the vibrator
slowly into her throbbing, wet pussy.

* * * *

Poseidon knew watching Layla through
her window was not the gentlemanly thing to do, and even though he
had never been that much of a gentleman before, he had wanted to
wait until the next day, when he would have a real chance to meet
her. For once, he was very pleased he had gone against his
well-laid plans because the visual feast before him made his breath
catch in his throat.

Layla was stretched out on her bed,
sliding a purple vibrator in and out of her pussy. A moment before,
she’d said the words, “If only you were real.” He assumed she meant
that she wished the vibrator was a real cock, not just a piece of
vibrating plastic, but now he was starting to wonder. What might he
see if he went into her mind? Was she living out some kind of
fantasy? Was he completely conceited to think that their brief
moment on the beach was still affecting her as much as it was
affecting him?