6. Ándras
áNDRAS
DAPHNE
But first—
“Oh, gods.” His breath is picking up, his hands fisted at his sides as I give his length a leisurely stroke, then another, firmer one. “Oh, gods, I dreamed about what it would be like to have your hands on me, but this… this is better than any of my fantasies.”
Yeah? Well, if he likes the way I’m stroking him, he’s going to love this.
Kicking my leg out, I use the bottom of my foot to scoot my silky dress closer to me. It’s not much padding against the tile of my floor, but it’ll give me something to kneel on. Once it’s in reach, I sink down so that my mouth is on level with his cock.
And then, with Alex muttering something that’s a mix between English and Ancient Greek, I grab his dick by the base of the shaft, then begin to nibble the head.
His hands go right to my hair, as if he needs something to hold onto, but I don’t mind.
He could rip out every strand right now and that wouldn’t stop me from my task.
I want Alex to lose all fucking control.
I want to shake him from that confident, cocky attitude he shows to the rest of the world, and I want to make him putty in my hands.
To prove it, I start stroking his shaft again, taking more of his length inside my mouth until I’m sucking half of him while stroking the rest. Hollowing my cheeks, I increase the suction, before encouraging him to fuck my mouth.
He was already hard before we started. With some guys, a little head gets them going, but with Alex? It’s been forty years since he got laid last. Assuming that he’s a little out of practice—and remembering Noelle’s story about her first time with Hunter—I want to take the edge off of his need.
He’s a god, right? I can’t imagine his recovery time being more than a couple of minutes. I’m going to do what I can to make him go off in my mouth, then I can do whatever I want with this gorgeous body when he’s ready for round two.
I can tell that he’s holding out. He doesn’t want to come so soon, but since the rest of my night relies on this happening first, I become more determined.
Humming in the back of my throat, Alex grunts when the vibrations leads him one step closer to exploding in my mouth.
He’s still fisting my hair. I follow the movement of his hips, letting him guide my head where he wants me.
I’m breathing through my nose, but I take a second to gulp in another breath as I stroke him off.
Then, because the way his jaw is clenched makes his struggle obvious, I look up at him and grin. “Let yourself go, baby. Just feel how good this is for you, then we can get on that bed and you can show me how good we can be together.”
“What… what about you?”
I’ve always been a generous yet demanding lover. Though he doesn’t come out and say it, I know he’s asking about giving me oral. “Oh, you will. But you’ve been waiting longer than me.”
“My Daphne. So… unh… so kind.”
My Daphne… “You got that right, bud. But if I’m your wife, that means you’ll be my… how do you say husband?”
“ándras.”
“Right. That. We’ll have forever, right? An eternity to pleasure each other. So let’s not worry about keeping score, okay? Let’s just do what feels right.”
The whole time I was talking, I was still stroking. Bucking his hips faster than when I was blowing him, Alex gasps, then begins to come as soon as I say ‘forever’. Ropes of white spend shoot out of him, covering my hand, though he slows his pace as I finish instructing him.
Hey. He did what I said. From the blissful look on his face, no doubt he did just that.
When he finally comes down from his orgasm, my confident god actually looks a little bit sheepish. “Sorry. I thought I’d last a little longer than that.”
I didn’t, but I don’t want to make him feel bad. Especially since, when I glance down at his dick, I discover a very pleasant surprise.
“Um. Hey… why are you still hard?”
Ah. There’s the cocky look I know so well. “What did you expect? I’m a god, Daphne. Didn’t you ever wonder why the ancient legends make all the gods out to be horny bastards? They’re insatiable.”
I match his grin. “Glad to hear. Because, baby, I’m more than ready to see what you can do with that thing.”
Alex waits until I’m standing again before he lunges forward, tipping me into his arms. He encourages me to wipe my come-covered hand on his chest, while he uses the flat of his hand to massage the rest into my tits when I turn down his offer of a quick shower.
Why, when I’m going to get dirty again? Because, if we do this right, I will be.
Once he’s sure that I’m sure, he leads me over to the bed. Laying me flat on my back, I settle myself against the mound of pillows he provided for me as he slowly climbs in beside me. My god is prowling like a fucking lion toward me. If I wasn’t already so turned on, that would’ve done it for me.
I open my arms up to him. Only a split second of hesitation before he’s swinging one leg over mine, his dick prodding me in the belly as he gets into position.
I give him a daring nod—something I know he’d never be able to resist—and don’t even have to say another word.
With a growl I never would’ve expected from him, he uses two fingers to test how slick and ready I am, then grabs his cock by the base and places it right at my entrance.
I’m sopping wet. From the moment he walked into my room and I knew this was going to happen, I’ve been waiting for him to fuck me.
It takes a second for him to line our bodies up just right without him slipping away, but once he does?
It’s been a while since I got laid, but I open up for his cock as if I was meant for him.
And, yeah, I guess I was.
Once Alex is seated all the way inside of me, he shudders for a second, as if savoring this moment.
Then, right when I’m about to kick him in the ass to stir him to move, it’s like instincts take over.
He begins to thrust, finding the perfect rhythm to have me bouncing up in time for him to dip his head every now and then.
His lips find mine, and he kisses me as if there’s never been any other.
We break apart, and his head brushes against the point of my nipple.
I gasp and, taking his cue from that, Alex starts to suck.
His pace slows while he’s feasting on my boob, and I have to grab him by his sleek hair to remind him to focus.
Tits later. Orgasm now.
I was so close already. My nipples have always been sensitive, so I was halfway there when he started paying attention to them.
Once I get him to start pounding into me like in my fantasies—and, yes, the candles flicker against his torque magnificently—it’s only a matter of time before I fall apart in his arms.
That’s when he reaches between our slick bodies, plucking my clit like it’s his damn lyre. Actually, he’s better when it comes to playing my pussy. Within seconds, I’m coming.
As I’m starting to wind down from my earth-shattering climax, I purposely squeeze Alex with my tired muscles. He’s still thrusting, though not as wild as before, and through this blissful floating feeling I have, I can focus on the heat rushing in and out of me.
He’s still piping hot and very hard. Sweat glistens on his brow, his expression intense as if all he’s ever wanted to do was make me explode for him. Now that I have, he’s lost to do anything but that again.
And while I appreciate the sentiment, I need him to join me. I need him to give me everything he has because, selfish as I am, I’m going to take it.
“Alex. ándras,” I whisper. Probably not half as well as how Alex said it, but it’s the thought that counts. He claimed me. I’m sure as fuck going to claim him.
And that thought? Has him burying himself to the hilt inside of me as he begins to come again.
Oh, yeah. I’m just that good.
Then again, so is he.
And that’s exactly why Fate paired us.
Hours later, when I finally have to push him away from lapping at my way-too-sensitized pussy, I curl into Alex.
Halfway asleep, I amuse myself by wondering if Apollo is the god of eating pussy, because if he isn’t, then Alex certainly is.
The sex was amazing, but the way he tended to me after, cleaning me up and even going to the kitchen to get fruit and bread for us to share to—as he put it—give us strength to start again…
I already knew I loved him. The fact that his idea of starting again was to spread my legs and park that beautiful face of his right in front of my pussy is just another point in his favor.
He would’ve stayed there until morning if I let him. And, since my sun god is more powerful when it’s daylight, I can only imagine how much more… attentive he would be.
Well, I wanted Alex to make me his. There’s no denying he did, just like there’s no denying that Noelle meant it when she said that everything changes after fucking.
I can feel him. Not just the heat on my skin that seeps out even while he’s snoring next to me, but his brand on my heart, burning brighter than his eyes do when Apollo’s in charge.
This… this is my reward. A god who loves me, new friends, the last of my family safe and protected by the fucking god of death, and a love that’ll never die.
I earned this. Don’t know how. Don’t know what I did in this life or any other for Fate to reward me, but it’s mine.
And if Kronos thinks he can come along and take this happiness away from me and Willow, that dickhead’s got another think coming.
Sure, he’s got six of the Twelve already gunning for him. With Aiden joining our side, we’ll have the numbers. But that’s nothing compared to Daphne Ackerly.
To save my happily-ever-after with Alex, I’ll do anything—and, eventually, the whole damn Other will know it.