Poseidon's Bride (Olympians, Book One) (6 page)

“
Almost
always?”

“
He’s talking about me and
Zeus,” Hera said. “We oscillate between being madly in love and
trying to make each other insanely jealous.”

Poseidon laughed when Layla smiled at
Hera. “Hera and Zeus are different, but I really meant that if I
say I will love you and be faithful to you forever, I mean it. This
did all start just yesterday, but we were brought together by the
Fates.” He took her hand in his. “Not even Zeus can fight
that.”

“
That’s reassuring, but it
sounds like you have rough seas ahead, if you don’t mind the
expression.” Layla squeezed his hand.

“
There are three of us for
a reason. Zeus is supreme, but Hades and I are very powerful. We
know how to rein one another in.”

Hera nodded between bites. “It can be
very entertaining.”

Both women laughed. Poseidon was
amazed how at ease Layla was. Hera could have been gossiping and
joking with Aphrodite. Then inspiration hit him. “Perhaps you
should talk to Aphrodite,” he suggested. “If she comes up with a
satisfactory challenge and you back it, I think Zeus will have no
choice but to accept it.”

“
That might work. This is
her department, after all. It even makes sense the challenge should
come from her, and I’m sure she’ll be more than willing to help.”
She wiped her mouth and stood up. “I’ll leave you two alone for
now. I just wanted to let you know someone is on your side.” She
smoothed her dress, then moved toward the side of the yacht. She
looked back and winked at them. “I have a date with Proteus. I’ll
catch you kids later.” She jumped over the side and disappeared
under the water.

“
Where’s she going?” Layla
asked.

Poseidon smiled. “Proteus is another
water deity. He can change his shape at will.”

“
Oh,” Layla said. After a
few seconds, she blushed, obviously having realized the
implications. “Well, sounds like she’ll be busy for a
while.”

He took a strawberry from her plate
and brought it to her lips. “So will we.”

Chapter Four

Layla moaned. Her hands were wrapped
around a wooden bar with her wrists chained to it. She hung
suspended against one of the walls in Poseidon’s underwater home.
The sea seeped into the room from above, trickling over her body in
a gentle waterfall.

If she hadn’t loved the sea before,
she would certainly love it now. The warm water felt incredible
against her skin, as though dozens of fingers caressed her. She
smiled, imagining that, through the water, Poseidon really could be
touching her all over her body. The salty taste on her lips
reminded her of his kiss, and thinking of that reminded her of
where he was kissing her now.

His tongue moved in and out of her
pussy in strong, fluid strokes. His hands kneaded her ass as his
middle finger glided in and out of her anus. Her thighs trembled as
his tongue and his finger delved deeper, causing her to writhe in
his arms. Her feet just barely touched the ground, and she had to
pull herself up by her arms to maintain her balance as he pleasured
her.

He brought her just to the brink, then
his lips and tongue stopped and he looked up at her. She whimpered,
looking down into his blue eyes and seeing the mischief still to
come.

“
What does my beautiful
captive want?” He flicked his tongue out so that it just barely
grazed her clit.

“
I want to come,” she
said.

“
Hmmm,” he said, running a
finger up her thigh. His other finger was still partly in her ass,
so he wiggled it just a little bit. “I think I could grant such a
favor, as it would please me as well.” His other hand moved up to
her pussy and one finger slid inside it. She sighed and his thumb
began to work her clit. He slid two more fingers in, moving them
quickly in and out.

Layla tightened her pussy walls,
trying to take his fingers deeper. Her entire body hummed as her
orgasm began slowly, then hit her deep in her core. She threw her
head back and let the water flow over her face as Poseidon removed
his fingers and lapped at her pussy, prolonging her pleasure by
gently running his tongue around her clit.

When her orgasm had subsided and she
hung limp on the bar, Poseidon took her down and cradled her in his
arms. She felt silk on her skin and opened her eyes to see him
placing her on a canopied bed and lying next to her. She smiled and
cuddled close. Being a captive of the great god Poseidon wasn’t so
bad after all.

She ran her hands up his chest. “I
seem to have gotten free somehow. My keeper must have a special
task for me.”

He kissed her sweetly, running his
tongue across her lips. “Perhaps I do. The nights can be so long
and lonely. I need someone to make sure I stay warm and see to my
every need.”

She wrapped her fingers around his
cock. “I can think of one thing you need.” She leaned closer,
running her hand up and down his shaft. “A royal
taster.”

Poseidon laughed and squeezed her ass.
“Your resourcefulness pleases me. You shall be rewarded.” He kissed
her neck, then whispered in her ear, “Over and over
again.”

She moved down his body and positioned
herself between his legs, unable to hide her delight. She’d never
played out any kind of sexual fantasies with a man before, but she
could feel herself developing a taste for it. She liked their
domination and submission game. It began with him bending her to
his will, playing the powerful seducer taking what he wanted. Then
she would turn on him and become the master, having been awakened
by his passion and then bending him to her whims. She imagined
Poseidon chained to the wall the way she had been as she ran her
tongue over his cock and then took the head into her
mouth.

He groaned and reached down to place
his hands over hers, lacing his fingers with her own. She took his
cock as far into her mouth as she could, surprised how far she
could let it slide down her throat. She’d always been afraid of
gagging before, but now all she cared about was giving him
pleasure. He squeezed her hands as she swirled her tongue, then
began to move him in and out of her mouth slowly. She licked the
head, alternating long strokes with playful nips at his cock. She
could tell from his breathing and the thrusting of his hips she was
driving him wild. She soon quickened her pace as she listened to
him moaning in ecstasy. His hot cream poured into her mouth, and
she licked up every drop as it flowed tangy and salty onto her
tongue.

It seemed to take him a long time to
catch his breath, and she couldn’t help teasing him. “Have I
pleased you?” she asked in a whisper.

“
In every way.” He looked
into her eyes, cradling her face. “My love.”

* * * *

Zeus ran his hands through his long,
blond hair and looked from Hera to Aphrodite, unable to hide his
surprise. “Three days ago, we were fighting over another woman.
What happened?”

“
The Fates stepped in,”
Aphrodite said. “Ask Lachesis, the assigner of destiny, if you
doubt it. I’ve never seen Poseidon like this. You could offer him a
hundred beautiful women, but he’d hardly look at any of them. He is
truly happy, and he deserves to be so.”

Zeus waved the suggestion away. The
Fates didn’t like to be disturbed, and he certainly wasn’t going to
anger them for something so trivial. “I don’t doubt you, but I
think your proposal is too easy.”

“
Not so easy as you
think,” Hera said. “It would take Layla several years to bear
Poseidon three sons. She would still be mortal and able to die from
any number of things before that was accomplished. Therein lies the
challenge.”

He considered this, then shook his
head. “But, if she dies, Poseidon would never forgive me. And he’d
be miserable for all eternity.” When Zeus looked back up at Hera
and Aphrodite, they were staring at him. “You want to say
something, ladies?”

Aphrodite spoke up. “You only
begrudgingly grant immortality, and you’ve often said you’d love to
see your brother miserable until the end of time. You mean you
actually care about Poseidon’s feelings? A mortal girl aspiring to
wed a god? You want them to be happy?”

“
Why wouldn’t I? Don’t act
so surprised.” He knew exactly what had helped to recently change
his feelings on such things, but he wasn’t about to bring it up.
His fling with Gloria had come to an abrupt end when he’d called
her Hera as she licked honey off his cock. He and Hera had their
rough spots, but he had to admit he didn’t like how accustomed she
was getting to finding other men to play with. He’d always been
jealous, but lately those feelings had become uncontrollable, and
he could find nothing that would give him relief. If Poseidon had
found a woman he could love for all eternity, as he most likely had
since the Fates had a hand in it, who was he stand in their
way?

“
It’s not like you. You
should be licking your lips for this opportunity to torture
Poseidon, but instead you’re worried he might not get what he
wants,” Hera said, narrowing her eyes at him.

He imagined him and Hera making love
on a cushion in his mirrored bedroom and looked into her eyes so
she could see what he was thinking. She smiled slowly and licked
her lips.

Aphrodite cleared her throat. “I get
it now. You’re feeling generous because you’ve realized you still
love your wife. Happens every hundred years. Let’s move
on.”

Zeus laughed. “You could join
us.”

Hera wrapped her arms around
Aphrodite’s waist. “Or he could watch us.”

“
Whatever my love desires,
she shall have,” he said.

Aphrodite rolled her eyes, but then
she smiled and played with a lock of Hera’s hair. “If he’s a good
boy…and gives us what we want.”

“
I already know what I
will do. If the Fates ordained this, nothing we could do will stop
it, but I want to satisfy my own doubts,” Zeus said. “So the
challenge is this. She must prove she really loves him.”

“
How?” Aphrodite asked. “I
won’t allow you to read her mind. That wouldn’t be fair, and it’s
no way to welcome her to our world.”

“
You’ll be pleased, I
assure you. Can’t you just let me handle this?”

The women looked at each other. Hera
finally said, “If your heart is in the right place, maybe you won’t
foul it up.”

“
It’s in your hand, where
it always stays.”

Hera laughed and walked over to her
husband. “I’m not sure I’m in the mood for you to be all romantic
and doting again quite yet.”

He pulled her into his arms and kissed
her soundly. Their hearts beat together as she responded to his
kiss. His desire was reflected in her eyes as the kiss ended. “Then
you better get in the mood. I’m staying home for a long time when I
get back.”

She rubbed against him. “The reception
you get when you come home depends on how well you do this little
errand.”

“
You’ll see.” Zeus laughed
and headed for the door, imagining all the delicious things he was
going to do to Hera when he returned.

* * * *

Layla ran to the door as whoever was
outside knocked for the third time. “I’m coming.” She threw the
door open and stopped, staring at the man standing on her
porch.

“
Colin. What do you want?”
She wanted to slam the door in his face, but he looked like he’d
probably break it down if she did so.

He was unshaven, his suit was
wrinkled, and he smelled awful. Liquor, skipped baths, and gods
knew what else. His eyes were red and puffy, his skin disgustingly
pale, and he looked like he hadn’t been eating. His once strong
body slumped against the doorframe, and he seemed ready to vomit on
her shoes.

“
What’s happened to you?”
She wanted to be hard and cruel, but he looked so pitiful she had
to feel sorry for him.

“
You left me. You really
left me, and I realized what a jerk I’d been to you for so many
months.” He reached for her, but stumbled into the door
instead.

“
Colin, I’m sorry this has
upset you, but I’m not alone. I know that sounds cruel, but it’s
true. I’d rather you just leave. If you need me to call someone, I
can. You don’t look well at all.”

“
You never loved me, did
you? Do you even know what love is?”

Layla sighed. “Yes, as a matter of
fact, I do. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

Colin leaned against the wall and
looked up the stairs. “So where is he? Is he going to kick me
out?”

“
No, but you really should
leave. We have nothing to say to one another. I’m glad you realized
that you’ve made mistakes, but you should use that knowledge in a
new relationship. There’s no chance for us.” She didn’t think of
Poseidon as the jealous type, but how would he react if he knew
Colin was the one she’d left recently? Would he hurt him for having
hurt her? She didn’t want to take any chances with an encounter
between them. If Colin was really drunk, he might say or do
anything.

“
But I love you. How can
you turn me away? We were going to get married, some day, and have
a real life together. Children, everything.” He pulled her close.
“How can you say it all meant nothing?”