Chapter 83

Kissing Paige was sweeter than cotton candy and I didn’t want to stop. Finally, it was just her and me again and I wasn’t going to blow it this time. Wasn’t going to get bogged down in trying to teach her how to control air. She’d already surpassed that trial.

I deepened our kiss, sweeping my tongue into her mouth. She moaned.

Possessively, I pulled her against me. We still had our clothes on, and I didn’t want a sliver of anything between us. Easy enough to handle.

“Wha—” she jumped backward, covering herself. “Did you just take off our clothes?”

“Yeah.” I shrugged. Then at her outraged expression, my conscience pounded against my skull. “I thought you wanted this.”

“Sure, in private.” A red blush covered her entire body. She was deliciously amazing.

I snapped my fingers and a fog lowered around us, concealing any from seeing us, but we could see each other just fine. “Better?”

Instead of smiling, she continued to frown at me. “Don’t ever do that to me again. I’m not some exhibitionist in public.”

“I have and while I don’t mind anyone watching, I want you all to myself.”

She glanced away and inhaled a breath.

“Don’t,” I said, already knowing her words before she spoke them. “You care for Dion, Hephaestus, and Poseidon. I get it.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m still coming to terms with it myself.” She offered me a smile and took a step toward me. “You don’t think it’s weird?”

“As long as I’m on your list of lovers.” I held out my hand to her and when she placed hers in mine, I pulled her close to me again. “And we have lots of times like this, then I’m happy as long as you are.”

“I am.” She smiled and my heart raced. “You’ve stolen my heart, Hermes. All of me.”

“Well,” I drawled. “I am also the patron god of thieves.”

She laughed.

“Seriously.” She placed her hands on my shoulders, staring into my eyes like she was reading my soul like she could see the pieces in there that I’d hollowed out. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to spend time with you, Hermes. Please know I care about you as much as the others. You are all equal to me. Each of you fulfills a different part of me.”

“But I’m your favorite, right?” I half-teased.

Before she argued with me, I kissed her, hauling her to me. We relished in each other’s kiss. I skimmed my hands up her sides to cup her breasts. Because we were outside, naked, and she was aroused, her nipples were cold pebbles.

I rolled each small nipple between my fingers and lightly pinched them. Paige’s soft moans puffed out across my lips, and she ground herself against my erection. I’d waited so long for this that I fought the urge to take her right now like I’d waited an eternity for her, for this, to show her how much she meant to me. I was afraid to stop touching her for fear I would wake up and this would all be a dream. That I would be in that damn bubble underwater without being able to escape.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Paige said as she trailed her hands down my abs to grip my erection.

Her hands wrapped around me felt better than anything except kissing her and touching her. I wanted to bury myself inside her and never stop making love to her.

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Paige “You don't know how many times I wanted to grab you and kiss the hell out of you." Hermes brushed his lips across mine, making my knees weak.

"Well, why didn't you?" I breathed out.

"I was scared that you didn't feel the same way about me. Especially after having Dion, the God of debauchery, at your beck and call."

“Hermes,” I pressed my hands on his chest, “you have to know that I was—am—drawn to you, all of you since the day I met each of you." And it was the truth. As much as I tried to push them away in the beginning and kept them at arm's length, my heart already knew. What would have happened if I hadn’t hung around and fallen for them?

Hermes kissed me, carrying me away from my thoughts. He drew me against him, and I felt like I was floating. My breathing became ragged. My desire burned, yearning for more, for him. He traced his hands up and down my body like he was ensuring himself that I was real and with him. A possessive rumble vibrated in his chest as he looked at me with a feral hunger in his eyes. I felt both exposed and erotic at the same time.

My legs trembled as he spread my legs apart with his thigh. He grazed his fingers across my clit, and I clung to his arms to keep my balance while the world spun around me.

“You make the most beautiful sounds,” he cooed, continuing to stroke me. “What kind will you make when I sink into your sweet pussy?”

“I-I don’t know,” I gasped.

His possessive rumble sent desire straight to my core and I swear I got even wetter. There was a feral look in his blue eyes and shivers of anticipation raced through me. His thumb glided in circles on my clit and my want, my need crashed together.

I grabbed his cock, tugging it toward my core.

“Paige,” his groan set my blood on fire and his cool breath fanned over my cheek. “I wanted to take my time with you.”

“Later.” I couldn’t wait another moment to have him inside me and I was sure he felt the same way as hard as his cock was. I rubbed my thumb across the tip, feeling the precum, and he throbbed in my hand.

“I will hold you to that.” He guided himself into me a little at a time.

His cock felt too big and me too tight. But he twirled his thumb over my clit and slid in just a fraction more. He felt so good that I held my breath, wanting him even deeper.

He licked my neck, just below my earlobe, and tingles spread up and down my body.

“God, fuck, Paige, you feel absolutely sinful.”

My pussy clenched at his words, and he pushed in more until he was all the way inside me. It was a snug, tight fit, but oh so good.

Hermes lifted my legs onto a cloud that held my weight. It was so soft and fluffy that I eased back. Slowly, Hermes pulled out of me and the loss of him had me crying out.

He plunged back into me over and over. One of his hands stroked my breast while the other concentrated on my clit and made me as wet as possible. I writhed against him, wanting to have him fill me completely, to make us both come.

My climax was on the cusp and needed a shove over the top. I dug my heels into his tight ass, urging him to go deeper, faster. “God, Hermes, fuck me.”

“I have heard your pleas.” He grabbed my hips, hauling me up higher as he thrust into me over and over again.

His pace sped up so fast that I couldn’t catch my breath. He leaned over and kissed me, sucking on my tongue, and drove into me again and again. His position hit my G-spot or some other erotic zone inside me and my back bowed.

He rammed into me harder, faster and my climax shattered through me.

“Come again, Paige, I want to hear you scream my name.”

A whimper of longing, craving him lifted from my throat. Hermes pressed his thumb down on my clit and my whole body tensed. My legs locked.

Then sweet release poured from me and my whole body quaked in bliss.

Perspiration dotted Hermes’ forehead as he pumped into me. The smell of vanilla, spice, and the sweet musk of our sex filled the air.

His erratic breathing told me he was close, and I leaned up, kissing his collarbone. He let out a jagged, low groan.

He cradled me to his chest, both of us panting and catching our breath.

“Next time, I’m going slower with you.” He nibbled kisses along my ear, sending shivers through me. “I want to taste your sweet honey and make you come over and over before I fuck you.”

“I want to stay here forever with you, just like this.” Though I knew we couldn’t. We had to go back so I could face Poseidon and figure out how the hell to control water.