Page 2 of A Contemporary Mythos Thanksgiving
KeiraknewI was there, a godly bonded trait that always gave us a general idea the further we were apart and precise pinpoint when we were near each other. And yet, she kept her back to me, pretending as if she didn’t see me, and continued to lather herself up with soap, making sure to perform every move with slow, deliberate movements.
Fuck.
My dick throbbed within my grasp, and a low growl formed at the back of my throat.
Keira finally turned to look at me, her gaze dropping to my hand wrapped around my raging hard-on, a smile of approval curling her lip. And then her eyes lifted to meet mine as she continued to feel herself up with soap. “Are you going to finish that on the floor, or do you want to join me?”
We were fated for over a dozen reasons, but our shared sexual prowess had to be at the top of the list—I was damn sure of it.
Prowling to the shower, I took over the arduous task of washing her, smoothing my palms over her shoulders, breasts, stomach, and ass. Fanning my strained cock over her hip, I used a single finger to coax her backward until she met with the tiled wall, the hot water streaming over us. Hooking one of her knees under my arm, I sunk into her, inch by inch, groaning all the while at how fucking good this goddess felt around me.
She gasped, her head tilting back, her lips sputtering water, and her arms wrapped around my neck. As I rocked in and out of her, our lightning powers fluttered from our skin, and our eyes, sizzling the water around us and making it hiss. My blue lightning mixed with her orange—heat lightning I’d unknowingly passed to her when we fully accepted the bond and fucked each other senselessly on Olympus.
Her tits brushed my chest, her clit rubbing against my stomach with each stroke. I dipped my lips to hers, kissing her, pouring every feeling, every bit of thankfulness our paths crossed into that kiss.
When I pulled away, she smiled at me, her eyes gleaming like sapphires. “What was that for god-king?”
I rolled my hips against her, slowing it down, enjoying the feeling of being buried inside her, her pussy clenching around me. “Things don’talwayshave to be hot and heavy between us.”
“Are you saying sometimes you like it—sweet?”
Breathing her in, I pressed our foreheads together, water beads collecting on our eyelashes. “Maybe I am.”
Her bottom lip trembled, and her eyes glistened, but if tears fell, the shower water masked them. “I love you so much ithurts, Zeus.”
“I love you too, my vasílissa.” I admittedly hadn’t said the words often enough to her, and that was going to change—becauseI’dchanged.
I plunged into her, faster and harder, lifting her knee higher to drive in deep. She arched her back, her breasts lifting to my face, and I took a nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting it. After several more strokes, my goddess-queen cried out, her hips bucking against mine, her hands grabbing fistfuls of my hair. Driving one final time into her, I paused as I came inside her, my spine tightening.
Keira smoothed her hand over my wet hair, a light purr escaping her throat. “We’re going to be late, babe.”
“Good thing we have the Olympus express then, hm?” I made no move to pull out of her, caging her head with my arms against the wall, a sardonic smile forming over my lips.
She raised a thin blonde brow. “Risky, risky. We can’t tell if someone is nearby in such a busy part of town.”
“Not all that risky. We both keep our offices locked with the shades drawn, remember? For very—important, thorough matters?” My cock pulsed inside her at the thought of her bent over my desk.
She laughed, buttery and sultry, before trailing her fingers up and down my back. “How could I forget?”
I caught sight of the clock hanging on the bathroom wall and hissed. “Fuck. Iamgoing to be late. And not even fashionably.” Reaching behind her, I turned the water off and reluctantly pulled out of her with a frown.
After we’d used our powers to dry and dress, I ported us to my office in the downtown courthouse, immediately rummaging for my robes to hurry to trial.
“Think they’d believe me if I said there was traffic?” I smirked, sliding in front of the mirror hanging on the back of my office door to adjust my tie.
“It’s New York City. Why wouldn’t they? Besides, you’re the judge. Won’t be the first that’s been half an hour late making people wait on you and most certainly won’t be the last.” Keira stood behind me and brushed off my shoulders, smoothing out the robe.
I spun to face her, kissing her one last time. “I’ll see you tonight before you go talk to Poseidon tomorrow, right?”
“Of course.” She swatted my chest. “Olympus Express, remember? And you will be going to the Underworld tomorrow, right?” She elongated the “I” and pointed at me.
Hunching forward, I responded, “Yes, dear.”
“That’s my guy.” After kissing my cheek, she whisked out the door, and the last thing I heard before her voice faded was, “Hey, Ollie, interested in a mini Florida vacation?”
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