Part 9 (1/2)

She felt all of Cas, saw the intensity of his eyes when he caught her gaze and refused to release it. The raw sounds in his throat only made the hot feel of him between her legs better.

He was feeling it and loving it and wasnat about to stop.

Their joined senses made the pressure in her quim even more powerful. She felt herself pulse around his c.o.c.k, felt the joy of that burning. She screamed with it, wondering how the h.e.l.l he contained himself.

An o.r.g.a.s.m rocked her, the first one shead ever had while penetrated. Casa dark gaze grew even more feral and he reached one finger between their bodies to rub her c.l.i.t.

She got lost in mindless darkness. She had no idea where she was. She only knew she lay on a hard slab of bed and that Cas drove in and out of her so hard she thought shead die.

Shead go with a smile on her face, that was for certain. Fiona McCarty, promising young archaeologist, pa.s.sing away while being f.u.c.ked by a muscular, beautiful man shead rescued from a painting on a jar.

She laughed with joy. Cas growled, pressing her into the bed until she came again.

Still he went on, his c.o.c.k so hard he could have pounded nails with it. She felt the buildup inside him, the pulsing behind his b.a.l.l.s that meant he wanted to come, the incredible will with which he held himself back until the last possible minute.

When he exploded inside her, she thought she saw the ceiling rip away and the stars of the night cascade down on them. She writhed her hips against his, crying with the pure joy of it. Her shouts mingled with his as they came together, their voices twining into the silence of the night.

Chapter Ten.

Fiona lay quietly with Cas for a long time. Her body still hummed with heat and their fierce lovemaking, but she was also content to lie with him as they touched and kissed.

His kisses were so gentle, she couldnat believe he was the same demiG.o.d who had given her s.e.x so raw she wasnat sure she could walk again.

He played with her a little, bringing her to readiness, then entered her again, slow, quiet and strong, his dark gaze locking hers. It went on for a long, long time, slowly building her to a frenzy, taking her down before she climaxed and building her up again.

At last he let her come. She screamed and writhed and he kissed her hard, dragging her cries into his mouth. He slowed after that, then withdrew from her and closed his eyes.

After that he fell into a profound sleep, with Fiona watching him, relaxed and happy but not tired.

She started to feel restless, so she left the bedroom for the darkness of the front room. She ruffled her hair to soak up the cool breeze from the window and glanced back at Cas.

He lay sprawled across the bed, naked and snoring, cradling his head on one arm. Moonlight brushed his skin and glistened on his very black hair and touched the curls at his c.o.c.k, which lay half deflated, but no less large.

Fiona smiled as she closed the door and let him sleep. In her s.e.xual encounters of the past, shead usually collapsed with tiredness and disappointment. This time she felt blissfully happy and energized enough to jog around the block.

She could take a walk, she supposed. As with everywhere else in Greece, people in this village stayed up far into the night, and her walking around would not be unusual.

She pulled a s.h.i.+rt over her nakedness but was in no hurry. She went to the open window and rested her arms on the sill, looking down at the whitewashed village under the stars. The music at the taverna still played, stringed notes vibrating into the night.

After a moment, she realized Pol was down on the street looking up at her. How long head been standing there, she couldnat tell, but there was a knowing smile on his face.

When he caught her gaze, he gave her a slow nod and sauntered to the innas door and came inside.

Fiona remained at the window, absorbing the stars and the breeze and the music, reflecting that for the first time in her life, she was happy. Or as happy as she could be wondering which of a pair of twins she was falling in love with, and whether, because they were demiG.o.ds and pretty much immortal, they could ever possibly love her back.

Then she had to figure out how to make sure Selena didnat trap them again and how to break the spell that bound them to the jar. All in a dayas work for Indiana Jones, but not for plain Fiona McCarty, pottery specialist from the University of Chicago.

She heard Polas footsteps on the narrow staircase and then he opened the door. For some reason, she still did not turn as he shut the door and walked softly to her. She closely her eyes briefly as he stopped behind her and leaned his hands on the windowsill, enclosing her with his warm body.

aHave a good sleep?a He kissed her hair. aOr did my brother manage to keep you awake?a Fiona s.h.i.+vered, remembering her last wild o.r.g.a.s.m and the dual experience of Casa o.r.g.a.s.m as they came together.

aThat good, eh?a Pol kissed her hair again, lips drifting to the skin at her temple. aHe outdid himself.a aIt was the best I ever had,a Fiona said softly.

Pol drew his tongue along the sh.e.l.l of her ear, and even sated as she was, the juices between her thighs began to flow.

aA challenge,a Pol murmured. aAre you up for it?a She really shouldnat. Cas, the man she loved, lay in bed, naked and s.e.xy. She should return and snuggle up with him and tell Pol to find someone else at the taverna.

But then Pol, the other man she loved, was close behind her, dressed and s.e.xy, his warmth swallowing her.

aI think Iam up for it,a she found herself saying.

aGooood.a He drew out the word. She felt fingers ease under her s.h.i.+rt to her b.u.t.tocks. aBare, just how I like you.a She started to turn around, but he nipped her ear. aStay where you are.a The little growl in his voice made her pulse speed. She remembered how head ordered her to strip in the pottery room and how shead so eagerly done it. She wondered if head sent his feelings into her head as Cas had done, making her behave like a tart because he wanted her to.

It didnat really matter, because shead do it again in a heartbeat.

His warm finger dipped between her b.u.t.tocks, ma.s.saging and rubbing. aHave you ever had a man here?a Fiona rocked forward on the windowsill, excitement building inside her until her legs shook. aNo. And not a demiG.o.d, either.a Pol laughed out loud, then softened the laugh. aSo Cas didnat explore yet. I told him Iad let him f.u.c.k you first, but I didnat say where I wanted to f.u.c.k you.a aWhere do you?a aWhere do I what?a Fiona swallowed, feeling his breath on her neck, his black hair sliding on the collar of her s.h.i.+rt, the warmth of his body against hers, and the exciting point of his fingertip finding and stroking her a.n.a.l star.

aWhere do I what?a he repeated, voice stronger. aSay it, sweetheart.a aWhere do you want to f.u.c.k me?a she whispered.

aI could not hear you, love. Say it out loud.a Fiona groaned, excitement mounting as his finger dipped the slightest bit into her a.s.s. aWhere do you want to f.u.c.k me?a aI think you can guess.a He drew his tongue up the side of her neck as he slowly but firmly pressed his finger farther into her. She was so d.a.m.n wet, cream slicking her skin and pooling inside her p.u.s.s.y, wanting him so much.

aI canat take it,a she gasped.

aYes, you can.a Pol slowly eased his body away from her then withdrew his finger from her a.s.s a fraction of an inch at a time.

When he finally released her, Fiona turned around and leaned against the windowsill, hugging her chest. She breathed hard, her throat dry and tight. aI donat know if I can.a Polas eyes were dark as sin, his smile nearly taking her to the point of o.r.g.a.s.m without him even touching her. aYou can. I have the patience to teach you. All you have to do is surrender yourself absolutely to me.a She gave a shaky laugh. aThatas all, is it?a Pol came close to her and brushed a lock of hair from her forehead. aIf you donat surrender yourself, I might hurt you. You have to be relaxed and open to take me, and you can only do that if you let me have full control over you.a aFull control. Oh my.a She thought shead adore being under his full control, doing anything he said and reaping the incredible feelings he would give her. If he made love anything like Cas did, she was in for a rare treat.

Her years of training as a scholar, of not accepting everything at face value and not getting excited until something was verified, made her hesitate a little. Giving up control was something Fiona was very bad at.

But Pol was right. Shead read about what he wanted to do, although shead never done it herself or dreamed any man would offer. If the woman wasnat completely relaxed and trusting, it could be painful.

On the other hand, if the woman surrendered her body to her lover, the results could be astonis.h.i.+ng.

Before her hesitant self could interfere, Fiona said, aIall do it.a He grinned in the dark, folding his arms over his broad chest. aThen turn around and bend yourself across that table.a He nodded toward the bare wooden table to one side of the room, surrounded by gaily painted wooden chairs. Fiona studied it, a simple piece of furniture about to be transformed into an erotic jungle gym.

Slowly she approached it, moved a chair out of the way and leaned over, stretching her torso and arms across the cool, hard surface.

aWill it be too high?a she asked. Her legs and body made a perfect right angle, and she had the idea that her b.u.t.t had to be elevated.

aaTwill be fine.a She heard him approach then felt something at her feet. aStand on this,a he said.

She looked down and saw a painted wooden stepstool, longer than it was wide, resting where Pol had set it. Obediently, she stepped up on it and bent over again.

Pol rested his hands on her hips. aPerfect.a He slid her s.h.i.+rt upward, baring her a.s.s, rubbing her hips and b.u.t.tocks briskly until they warmed. aAre you ready, love?a Fiona gulped, her unfettered b.r.e.a.s.t.s pressing into the table. aWonat Cas wake up?a aCas could sleep through a Baccha.n.a.lia. I know this for a fact, Iave watched him do it. He missed all the fun that night.a He leaned over her, the ridge of his jeans-encased c.o.c.k pressing the length of her crease. aAre you ready?a Fiona gulped. aSure. Why not?a To her complete disappointment, he backed away. She turned her head to watch him move to a shadow on the floor near the door. aI happened to purchase a bottle of fine oil while I was out. Lavender, I think it is.a aYou happened to purchase it?a Fiona asked.

aI wonder why I decided to do that?a His voice was full of smiles. He came back to her and set a gla.s.s bottle next to her where she could see it. Pol worked out the gla.s.s stopper with sinewy fingers and laid it on the table. The sweet scent of lavender floated to her.