Rock Hard And Wet (BBW Paranormal Romance) (Nymphs Of New York) (2 page)

It’d been almost two days since her last
good tumble. Much too long.

“What?” She schooled her expression into
her best impression of complete innocence. The little virgin priestesses Athena
kept had taught it to her, and she thought she had it down pretty damn well. Carbon
Copy blinked and frowned. She ducked her head to hide the grin tugging at her
mouth and adjusted one of her bracelets, turning the braided thread until the
shells woven into it were positioned in the exact middle of the back of her right
wrist. She patted the jewelry with the fingers of her left hand, and raised her
gaze when she had herself under control. Straightening her posture to thrust
her breasts out, she cocked one hip. “What’s your name, anyway?”

The deep dimple flirted with her again
and he bowed from the waist. “Logan.” He titled his head to make eye contact
and winked at her.

Oh, hot damn, this was just what the
doctor ordered.

Theo grunted and shoved the other male
aside. Logan stumbled, but caught his balance before falling on his undoubtedly
firm ass. “Enough of this. You’re nymphs. Fine. Answer my question. Why are you
here?”

“Ah. Well, you see…” Callie cast about
for a way to answer him. What would the supernatural community say if they knew
that Poseidon’s nymphs had left him? She wasn’t in love with him, but she’d
been a part of his harem for a couple thousand years. If nothing else, she did
feel a deep affection for him. And he was a pretty great lay as well. But it might
damage his reputation if word got out that his nymphs had headed for the
mainland.

Petra cleared her throat and laced their
arms together. “We’re looking for mates. And we started out with three days to
do it in. Now, you’ve wasted a good ten minutes of that with all this posturing
and blathering. If you don’t mind, we have places to go and men to fuck.”

Theo sputtered and choked. Logan’s full
lipped mouth dropped open three inches before he closed it with a snap.

Well, that settled it then.

“Shall we?” Callie waved to the males
and turned on her heel to head down the street arm-in-arm with Petra.

Damn, this wasn’t the correct direction
to head in if she planned on getting Logan pinned down somewhere with his pants
around his ankles.

“Hey, wait a second!” The heavy staccato
of boots pounding the sidewalk increased and Logan appeared on Petra’s other
side. “Uh, so how does a nymph go about finding a mate? ‘Cause you guys are
kind of legendary.”

Callie shrugged, not wanting to admit
out loud that she had no real intention of even looking. Her plans involved the
pleasant diversion of sex with any men she found appealing, and then returning
back to the harem. Poseidon’s bed wasn’t all that bad, and besides, who could
find true love in three days? Of course, if she helped Petra find someone,
that’d be a bonus.

But for her? No. No way did she want to
saddle herself with a guy—that she really didn’t know—for forever. There were
enough nymphs in the harem that she had plenty of free time to do as she
wished. She snuck off for trysts when she wanted, pursued her art, and now and
then climbed into bed with Big P. for a night of wicked debauchery.

“Why, you want an interview? A trial
run?” Callie waggled her eyebrows at him and giggled when he grinned. The fact
that he’d come after them seemed promising.

“Hell yes. Sign me up.” The glance he
stole of Petra should have singed the hair right off her sister-nymph’s head.

Well, maybe he’d be up for a three-way.

“This isn’t a joke, Logan.” Petra swept
him with an appraising look, and gave him one of her rare, full on smiles. “You
certainly look like you could handle sex with a nymph, but you’ve yet to tell
us what
you
are.”

“Grotesques. You’re probably more
familiar with the term gargoyle, but that’s a mis—”

Petra spoke at the same time he did. “Misnomer.”
She touched her mouth with the index and middle fingers of her free hand and
tugged a stray curl out straight, then released it. Oh gods, there was nothing
that got Petra hornier than a male who could speak Nerd.

All wasn’t lost; Callie wasn’t greedy.
They could share the sexy Grotesque. He looked like he could handle it.

Logan cocked his head, considering her, and
then gave his attention back to Callie. “We guard the city.”

“Gargoyles are the precursors of down
spouts. Grotesques are the carved statuary on buildings.” Petra peeked up at
him from beneath her lashes. “Unless of course, we are referring to the race of
beings whose very flesh is comprised of living stone. The humans modeled their
statuary after your people.”

A tug of emotion zinged through Callie’s
heart. Petra continued to chatter away, giving an impromptu discourse on the
history of the Grotesques. Logan appeared enraptured by her Nerd babble; he
wasn’t even watching where they walked.

Looked like it hadn’t taken long for
Petra to find what she was looking for. Damn, and she’d so been hoping for at
least one day of naughty fun on the town. From the way Logan’s stare turned
molten hot when he snuck a peek down Petra’s top, Callie didn’t stand a chance.

Oh well, plenty of other good-looking,
eligible, horny men in the city.

A disturbance in the air next to her
announced Theo’s arrival. He’d been following them since they walked away, his
glare boring a hole into her back.

“You splashed me.” The words came out in
a low growl.

“Prove it.” A threesome of approaching
human males caught her eye, and she put an extra jiggle in her walk until they
passed, enjoying the heat of their stares on her breasts and exposed calves.
She enjoyed using her curves to her advantage. Modern human women spent too
much time trying to transform themselves into boys with breasts.

“Don’t fuck with me. I know it was you.”
He pinched the lower hem of her tank top and snapped it. “It was rude.”

“Grabbing Petra was rude too.” Mischief
and irritation rose from her gut and she bit her lower lip. No one got away
with messing with one of her sister-nymphs. Theo had a payback coming, because
dousing him with water hadn’t done shit to adjust his snotty attitude. “Hey,
Theo, look at this.”

She jerked her top up and flashed him.

Tiny, perfect nipples tipped the most
succulent pair of breasts he’d ever seen—large, full, round, and perfect. Saliva
pooled in his mouth, and his cock twitched behind his zipper. The erection he’d
been fighting since spotting her spinning in the rain, her skimpy excuse for a
top plastered to her womanly curves, roared back to full, engorged life. Callie
had a natural shape women in earlier times only achieved with corsets. It took
all his restraint to stop the compulsion to capture her nipples in his teeth
and lick them until she begged for mercy.

All the blood pounded in his cock
instead of moving around the rest of his body. He’d die from oxygen deprivation
to the brain soon.

Damn her.

A group of men across the street whistled
and cat called her. She giggled and grinned, showing her tits off like they
were nothing special. No, that wasn’t it. She knew they were special. So she
teased him with what he couldn’t have.

A woman of his own, sex, a connection on
more than just a physical level.

She wanted a mate, and would find one
too. He didn’t stand a chance with her or any other female. Grotesques only
mated within their species. Deviations from the New York Aerie’s laws resulted
in swift, decisive punishment.

But perhaps he shouldn’t rage at her. Nymphs
and sex—Callie didn’t mean to tease. She knew nothing of his circumstances and
why he held himself apart from others of his kind. If he pursued her, no doubt
he could have her for a short time, until she decided to pursue a true mate.

She embodied sexual freedom and fun,
innocent joy in her body and physical pleasures. Things he could not take part
in, if he was to prove he was a worthy guardian of this neighborhood.

The palms of his hands stung where his
nails popped through into the muscle below, and he snarled. Regardless of a
nymph’s freedom with their body, this nudity needed to stop. Right now. A riot
of horny men would descend to feast, to taste, touch, and caress each hidden
hollow and dip of her soft curves. Witnessing other males of any species
fucking her would send him into an uncontrollable rage.

Theo choked a deep snarl back and
schooled his face to indifference. “Pull your shirt down.”

“No.” She bounced from foot to foot, and
the plump globes of flesh jiggled.

The urge to back her into the nearest
wall, pin her wrists above her head, and play with her clit until she begged
for release swamped him. He wondered how long it would take to make her come,
how hot and wet her pussy would feel clamped around his cock. Fuck, he wanted
to find out.

Theo closed the space between their
bodies and jerked at the hem of her shirt. Her extraordinary hair and smiling
lips captured his attention, holding him captive. Hundreds of years had passed
since a woman grinned at him without a hint of fear or reservation lurking in
her eyes.

He swallowed hard and studied her
gorgeous long locks again. The strands covered her back and ended in half-curls
at the top of her ass. What kind of woman had red hair with blue roots? The
backs of both thumbs collided with the sides of her breasts and electricity
raced up his arms.

“Your eyes…” She let go of one side of
her top and touched his cheekbone beneath his left eye.

His breath escaped in one long stream. He
dropped his chin toward his chest, angling his body to the side. She moved in
closer, ignoring his retreat.

The warmth of her body collided with
his, and his palms skidded over her ribcage to her lower back. “Damn it woman,
back off.”

The cloying smell of arousal, honey, a
strange chemical sharpness in her hair, and salt water swamped his nose.
Grotesques possessed enhanced senses that allowed them to hunt down threats to
their city and to watch for trouble from rooftop stations. All the information
his body gave him announced she wasn’t a threat, and the overload turned into
tools of torture. Her scent, the curvaceous lines of her feminine form, and the
pliant yield of her body molding to his was going to send his cock ripping
through the zipper of his jeans.

“I don’t think you mean that.”

For the first time in his long life,
Theo wished he were a human man, anything to help ease the torment of this
nymph’s damnable charms on his body. The more he scented her, the worse his
hard-on got.

“You know what you need, Theo?”

Silken lips feathered over his jaw. The
wet tip of her tongue caught the edge of his ear lobe. She ground her hips into
his groin, and he groaned from the torment of the friction. His dick hurt. His balls
grew heavy and tight.

“You need to get out of my
neighborhood.”

The sweet full mounds of her ass filled
his hands when she rose to her tip toes, rubbing her entire length against him.
He should stop touching her and back away, but he didn’t want to…no matter what
he tried to tell himself.

“Do you know what Logan and Petra are
doing right now?” Her fingernails burrowed into his shoulders. “God, you’re
so…hard… They’re in the alley behind us, and I bet she’s already got her legs
wrapped around his waist—”

Oh, hell, what was he doing? The last
time he neglected his duties for a pretty piece of ass, he disgraced his
family. Logan had gone from his side, and he hadn’t even noticed. “This can’t
happen.”

The warmth of her mouth closed over his
throat, and she sucked. He inhaled and drew her essence deeper into his lungs.
She felt so good plastered against him. Years and years, centuries gone by
without this, the simple contact of another body, another being tight to him. Supple
where he was hard. Smooth and flowing under his touch.

With reluctance, he gripped her biceps,
careful not to harm her by holding too tight, and set her back. A solid foot of
air cushioned the space between them.

“I have to get my brother.” He met her
gaze, held it, and flinched at her expression.

She hid the hurt away quickly, covered
it with annoyance, and flipped her hair from one shoulder to the other. “Hey,
you want to interrupt them, be my guest.” Callie gestured over her shoulder
toward a narrow alley and smoothed her tank top down.

A man’s shout sounded, an imbecile
across the street calling to her. She laughed and waved at him, blew a kiss
with her pink, plump lips.

His sight glazed over with a red tinge, a
deep snarl rattled in his chest, and his talons tried to erupt from his
fingertips. Theo needed to get away from her. He took three deep breaths to
calm himself.

Irrational reactions spurred by her
pheromones. Nothing more. He could master his body’s instincts. The surging
rage and perceived threat to his territory were false. Callie did not belong to
him; he had no right or reason to dismember a simple human and display his head
on a pike.

“You okay? Your eyes, they changed color
again, turned red… I like the other color, the swirly one, better.”

He ignored Callie, intent on finding
Logan and depositing the nymphs well outside the boundaries of his territory.
Soon there would be more to worry about than these troublemaking females
getting a ticket for indecent exposure. If he didn’t stop Logan, his brother
would end up like him—disgraced. An outcast. Shunned.

Fast strides carried him to the mouth of
the alley. Logan and Petra embraced, and she did indeed have her legs wrapped
around his waist. Her back rested on a brick building, and Logan had one hand
down the back of her shorts, the other up her shirt.

Fuck.

Theo spun, turning his back on the
couple and gulped when his gaze met Callie’s. Arousal coursed over him, pooling
in his balls. His erection pulsed, and the fabric of his jeans constricted him
to the point of pain. He clenched his fists and struggled to breathe around the
lump in his throat.

With his enhanced senses, it was impossible
to ignore the breathy moans and sighs Petra kept making or the ticking snicks
of a zipper.

Callie stood next to him, playing with a
lock of her hair. “Wow, your brother has skills.”

“They’re going to get arrested.” He
spread his stance in an attempt to find more room in his jeans for his aching
dick.

“No, they won’t.” She walked her fingers
up his forearm, and he startled. He’d crossed his arms over his chest and
didn’t remember doing it. “No one is even looking but us.”

The way she said
looking
, with a
throaty rasp almost succeeded in getting him to peek over his shoulder. “You’re
the one looking, not me.”

“Oh? Is it weird to see your brother in
action?” The soft but firm weight of her breasts crushed into his bicep, and
her mouth hovered by his ear. “Or is it that you don’t mind seeing him get
busy, and that’s what bothers you?”

“We’ve shared females…in the past.” Why
the fuck had he said that? The comment would encourage her. Shit, he’d almost
spilled it out loud for fuck’s sake. This female eroded every defense mechanism
with nothing but a pair of tits and a mouth that begged to be filled with his
shaft.

He swallowed, tried to ignore the tight
pebbled nipples grinding into his arm. God, they were tiny and rose colored
like new baby strawberries. If only he could wrap his lips around them, suckle
and lick them until they turned dark red.

“Ahh… Well then…if you’re hung anything
like your brother, I can’t wait to unzip those jeans and wrap my lips around
your cock like Petra is doing right now with Logan.”

He groaned. Was she reading his mind? All
the hair on his arms rose. Her breath tickled his ear as she spoke, and her
left hand drew a line back and forth over his abdomen at his waistband.

“If you watched, it would be like seeing
a reflection of yourself getting head. She’s licking the tip of his shaft,
pumping it with her free hand. Now she’s sucking on it, swallowing it down as
far as she can. I can tell you from experience, Petra loves to give oral. The
things that girl has done to my clit.” She dug her nails in for a moment, the
tiny points of pain exploding through his system like fireworks. A tiny indrawn
breath moved her nipples up and down against his arm. “Oh, he shoved her back
and ripped her shirt off over her head. Lucky girl.”

Theo groaned and wiped one hand over his
face. If Callie’s commentating wasn’t enough, and the fire she stoked with her
fingernails on his stomach didn’t turn him to rubble, the resonance of each
desperate cry, the sound of the suction of Petra’s mouth on Logan’s dick, and
the smell of the couple’s arousal blending with his and Callie’s should soon send
him to the nearest corner to jack off. The stimulation bombarded him.

“Oh, damn, he isn’t shy once he gets
going is he? He’s bent her over at the waist and has his face buried in her
pussy from behind.”

Callie trailed one finger over his
erection, and he gritted his teeth against the pleasure-pain of the
stimulation.

The wail of a woman coming reached his
ears, and although he knew Petra swallowed the majority of her pleasure, to him
it sounded as loud as a scream directly in his ear. Callie cupped him through
his jeans and squeezed once. If this kept up, he’d come in his pants.

“Woman, stop teasing me.” He captured
her hand in his own and moved it to the opposite side of his waist. It forced
her to leave his side, dragged her breasts across his arm and chest, the rock
hard tips of her nipples a knife cutting though his thin shirt with heat.

Callie fit herself right into the cradle
of his groin and wrapped her free arm around his waist. Her scent changed from
frustrated arousal to accommodate a thin thread of anticipation and smug
satisfaction.

The sexy, manipulating female and her
damned commentating, she’d gotten right where she wanted to be. A grudging
appreciation wormed into him. This nymph was more than a horny bit of fluff
with great tits.

A masculine grunt echoed in his ears,
and he swallowed, closing his eyes. The hot puff of breath on his lobe gave him
a warning—Callie wasn’t done with him.

“Oh, Theo, he’s teasing her with the
head of his cock. Petra’s naked from the waist up. You should see her breasts.
They’re gorgeous, so big and full. Her nipples are so pretty, not like my
little fish bites.”

“Your breasts are perfect.”

She shifted around, tormenting him with
her pussy so close to his cock, their clothes a flimsy barrier. “You think so?
Thank you, Theo.”

The genuine pleasure in her tone caught
him and he chanced looking at her face.

Mistake. Big fucking mistake.

The corners of her mouth turned up in a
tiny smile. She’d mounted a full scale assault on him, and while he’d been
worrying about primary defenses, she’d walked right in through a forgotten
portcullis.

The burnished gold of her irises
startled him, along with the appreciation and pleasure so clear in her
expression. He tipped his eyes down over her freckled nose to her pouty mouth.

“Oh, hot damn. Logan has her pinned to
the wall and is working his way in an inch at a time. Now he’s wrapped one arm
around her waist to tease her clit—”