Part 6 (1/2)

Pol had begun their encounter in control, but by the way his hands alternately flexed and closed and tugged at her hair or pulled her farther onto him, he had left control behind.

aFiona, sweet G.o.ddess.a She licked him harder, nibbling the sensitive underside of his tip. The twins had it fixed in their heads that she was a G.o.ddess whoad used her special magic to rescue them. They were completely wrong, but it was rather fun to be an object of fascination and desire.

aIam going to come,a he moaned.

His strong hands tightened in her hair, holding her to him while he rocked into her mouth. Fiona had never swallowed a man down before and had no clue what to expect.

Pol growled low in his throat, his hips moving, and then smooth, thick liquid filled her mouth. She ran her tongue through it and swallowed, liking the strange new taste.

The seed of a demiG.o.d. Plain Fiona had come a long way.

Pol hauled her to her feet and gathered her close. His body shuddered and he buried his face in her neck. The feel of his t-s.h.i.+rt and still-open jeans on her bare skin excited her, and she kissed him.

He held her hard, kissing her back, the taste of his seed and his tongue mixing together into a heady c.o.c.ktail.

aFiona,a he whispered. aThank you.a He kissed her again, his tongue a rough weight in her mouth.

aThank you,a he repeated, and she had the feeling that his thanks went beyond her pleasuring him. aThank you, sweet Fiona.a

Chapter Seven.

How can they leave a trail ten feet wide, Selena fumed, and then disappear?

It had been easy to trace Cas and Pol through the previous day and nighta”everyone remembered the tall, unbelievably handsome twins and their devilish smiles.

Probably charming their way into getting everyone to do exactly what they want.

While she could respect getting people to obey, she couldnat respect the method. Pain was so much more effective.

At least, it used to be. The twins must retain some of their powers, because they kept eluding Selena, always having just left a place she entered. She would get turned around on the back streets and the people there would remember the twins but not quite which direction they went.

It was enough to drive a demon demiG.o.ddess crazy.

Finally, after theyad left the last restaurant in the wee hours of the morning, she hadnat been able to trace them. Shead returned to her slave in his tiny apartment and whipped him senseless to relieve her pique.

In the morning, he still lay groaning on the floor. She stepped over him on the way out, not bothering to yank him to his feet. She didnat need him anymore anyway.

Angry and hungry, Selena approached a stand selling the tasty beverage called coffee. It pleased her that she could make the vendor give her the coffee without payment simply by glaring at him. She hadnat lost her touch entirely.

She felt stronger this morning, as though her powers were slowly returning. Maybe it was all the f.u.c.king shead done with the peasant man. He was used up though. Shead have to find another one.

That the twins still eluded her made her boil with rage. She couldnat follow thema”theyad obviously left magic behind to confuse hera”so she needed to get one step ahead of them.

How, she didnat know.

She needed to find the d.a.m.n jar and try to get them back into it. This time, shead make sure the spell worked, and theyad bury themselves deep in her forever.

Mmm, what a lovely thought. Pol and Cas huge and hard inside her and never able to get out. Never able to release although she would release and grow excited as many times as she wanted.

She looked over the magazines and newspapers at a stand next to the coffee vendoras. Politics of the time, salacious gossip about people shead never heard of. Boring, boring, boring.

Her attention was arrested by a magazine in the corner, dog-eared and forlorn, like no one wanted it. But on the cover, bold as could be, was a picture of her jar.

She pointed a red talon at it. aGive me that.a aThe archaeology magazine?a the vendor looked bewildered. aYou donat look the type.a Selena grabbed the manas s.h.i.+rtfront and jerked him down to his glossy copies of nude and sports magazines. aI said, give it to me.a Coughing, the vendor grabbed the magazine, shoved it at her and backed to the farthest corner of his stall. Ignoring him, Selena walked away, flipping through the magazine until she found the article she wanted.

There was the jar, chipped and half-finished. But those men were Cas and Pol, naked and beautiful, and there was herself, beautiful too, hanging between them. Their c.o.c.ks were half buried in her.

Should have been, anyway.

She skimmed the article, her brain already adapted to twenty-first century Greek. What she read raised her anger to blazing fury.

Selena slammed the magazine closed, holding the place with her finger. She waited until one of the taxis sped toward her, then she stepped out in front of it.

It screeched to a halt as though stopped by a giant force. The driver leaned out of the window, staring at her with round eyes, his face white.

Selena jerked open the pa.s.senger door and climbed in beside him. aDo you know where this is?a She opened the magazine and jammed her pointed nail at the paragraph that told her the jar was being studied by a postdoc fellow at the American School of Cla.s.sical Studies in Athens.

aItas in the Kolonaki District,a the man stammered.

aGood. Take me there. Now.a The driver gulped, jammed his foot to the floor and swerved the vehicle out into traffic.

Fiona rose in her usual morning fog, stumbled to the showers with her towel and toothbrush, mumbled good morning to the other women in the bathroom, and stepped under the lukewarm water to wash her hair.

When the slap of shampoo woke her up, she froze, suds dripping down her face, as she remembered.

She had freed two demiG.o.ds, chased them across Athens, let them fondle her, then went with them one at a time to pleasure and be pleasured by them.

Shead done it with twins.

Twins who still had Hans Jorgensenas clothes and credit cards and the G.o.ds only knew what theyad get up to today.

Fiona hurried through her ablutions, zipped a towel over her skin and pulled her clothes over her still-damp body. She skimmed a toothbrush over her teeth then dashed out of the dorm to make her way to the Agora.

When she got to the dig, it teemed with people. They all seemed to congregate on the northwest side, standing in the stance that Fiona had come to recognize as archaeologists excited, hands on hips or fingers to chins, all staring quietly down at the same spot as though hoping and not wanting to hope that here was a great find.

In the front of the group was Cas and Pol and Hans Jorgensen. Fiona pushed her way through, breathing aexcuse mea half a dozen times before she got through bodies to the front of the crowd.

Pol looked her way and gave her a wink. Her blush return and flared even more when Cas sent her a slow smile.

Hans and the rest of the archaeologists paid no attention. Hans was sc.r.a.ping his blond hair back with agitated hands as he stared at the lump of stone that had been revealed in the earth.

He glanced at Fiona and his eyes widened. aFiona, do you know what they have done?a Fiona flinched, expecting him to chastise her for allowing them to steal his credit cards, but Hans went on before she could interrupt.

aThey have found a stoa. One not known of before. They brought me to ita”it will make my career if it is true what they say.a aThey minted coin here,a Cas said. aThere is a room and coins still there. Worth much money to you, I imagine.a Hans stared at him as though head grown three heads. aMoney? I suppose. But a previously unknown stoaa Thank you, my good friends. I must mark the spot and make a sketchaa He squatted in the dirt and started examining the ground minutely as though forgetting that anyone else was nearby.