STORY EXCERPT

I planned on making the most of the buffet before me. There was available dick everywhere, and I was going to get lots. A gathering with so many preternaturals was always an occasion for lots of casual sex. There were always a plethora of mortals you could screw, but you had to hold back. No biting, no fangs, no clawing, no sprouting wings, antlers, fur, tails—well you get the idea. But when you want a good, old-fashioned, “ride ’em hard and put ’em away wet” kind of fuck, nothing will do like another paranormal.

You can let loose—howl, scream, pound them into the mattress, down and dirty. Granted, there were lines each paranormal species wouldn’t cross, as no one wanted to be unintentionally mated, but that was easy enough to avoid as a demigod. Gods don’t mate.

I’d been prowling my party, which was quickly coming to an end, and had not even gotten birthday head! I mean, really, I had the whole paranormal thing going for me: good looks, above-average height, smoldering eyes, thick golden hair, all that and then some. I know it sounds conceited, but I am the son of a god, so I do have exceptional genes. Of course, when compared to the rest of my siblings and cousins, I could almost be considered average. In fact, I might have actually considered myself average if not for my winning smile.

Scanning the crowd, my eyes landed on a brute of a man leaning on a pillar, half in shadow. We had been ogling each other throughout the previous day and, although he was sexy with short, dark hair and eyes black as night, I knew he was not worth the trouble. Falling into bed with him would have been a sword fight the likes of which had not been seen since medieval England. I gave him a nod and continued my perusal only to be interrupted by my father.

Zeus stood next to the musicians, holding a glass in his hand. Each of the previous nights he had given a toast before the formal dinner was served. Personally, I think he just had to get some of the attention off me and back on him. Tonight he had company taking center stage with him—to his left stood the Fates. They were an odd group of women and often misunderstood. I knew them well as I called them my “aunts.” History really did not do them justice. They were quite beautiful. Media and literature portrayed them as ugly hags, which they could be if desiring to appear as such, but more often than not they chose their natural forms, beautiful as any goddess would be expected.

I found it odd that Zeus would share the stage with ones as strong as they. They could control the lives of the mortal and immortal alike. The Fates waited quietly with their hands linked together.

“Tonight, I have asked Jason’s aunts to give a blessing before the meal.” Murmurs rippled through the crowd as we didn’t pray before meals or give thanks. We just consumed. I mean really, who would a god thank anyway? This was strange behavior, and it produced a sense of foreboding deep in my gut. “Ladies, if you will.” Zeus dipped his head in their direction, and they nodded back in silent communication.

Lachesis stood in the center, Clothos on her right, and Atropos to her left. Clothos reached toward Atropos’s hand. As soon as I saw the motion I knew they were casting a circle. I wanted to stop whatever they were about to do, but I couldn’t. They were too powerful and frightening. They could end me on the spot. As they had not spoken yet, I could be jumping to conclusions. This was my party. Perhaps they were reciting a blessing for me. When the lights dimmed, I knew a blessing was not what they had prepared. Their voices echoed throughout the room.

“Children of the gods, hear our voices

And heed counsel from cosmic forces.

We, the Moirai, sisters three,

Give the chance to change destiny.

Threads be twined in new direction,

Obtain a way to restoration.

Souls in love together must bind,

Granting clarity to willing minds.

Find true purpose at any cost,

Else a place in the sky be lost.”

When they finished speaking, I rolled with a full-body shiver. I noticed several others do the same.

Well, that was odd. The Fates always had a flare for the dramatic, but we knew enough not to roll our eyes, so with manners perfected by years of attending royal court and upscale affairs, we cheered the toast with “huzzah,” “hear, hear,” and other such thanks.

After such theatrics, I really wanted to sink my dick into a tight ass and forget about everything else for a while. I turned on my Italian loafer heel to look around the room, making a complete 360. Nothing made my heart hammer harder than when my eyes landed back on the man hidden by shadow. My raging libido needed quelling badly. His eyes met mine. I watched them rake down my body. My pulse raced, and my cock was pushed against the zipper of my slacks, leaving drops of pre-cum with each move I made.

I had to find someone other than him. Glancing around I saw a thin young man that had been staring at me under his lashes the last few hours. He would have to do. I didn’t have any other interesting options within this room. I would just have to let him know this was a one night deal, and he could take it or leave it. I looked directly at him and disappeared with the intention of reappearing by his side. When I reappeared, instead of the cute twink, I was by the man in the darkened corner.

ADULT EXCERPT

I was staring into the activity of the room while still watching him in my peripheral vision. He was smirking like he knew a secret, and I didn’t appreciate his smugness. He continued to roll the fluted stem back and forth, and I was getting hard seeing the finesse of his fingers, wanting them on my body.

I cleared my throat. “Well, if you are not interested, I am sure I can find someone else to pass my time with.” I made to take a step away from him. He would change his mind. All men did.

“I didn’t say I was not interested.” He dropped the glass to the floor, letting it shatter, without so much as a glance while he walked purposefully toward the rear doors. I felt dismissed, and it didn’t sit well with me at all. When he reached the hallway, I popped out and deposited myself right in front of him. I grabbed him and crushed my mouth to his, showing him the dominance he would experience tonight. His hands clutched my shirt, and he roughly pushed me back against the wall.

“You must be mistaken, blondie. I will be having your ass tonight.”

“We shall see.” I pushed him off me and righted my clothes. He charged at me again, and I lifted my hand to stop him. With a flick of my wrist, I stilled him. I didn’t completely freeze him, just halted his forward motion. “Oh, no, you don’t,” I admonished.

His eyes widened and darkened. In the ballroom, I could see his pupils amidst dark irises, but for a moment, it looked like the iris was swallowed whole by the empty blackness of his pupil. His eyes closed, and I could feel the power coursing through him. I could sense him pushing against my will to hold him still until he straightened and looked at me with a feral grin.

“You want to play, pretty boy. Using your powers on someone you want to bed is not nice.”

I backed away from him, scared because only a very powerful and old paranormal could overcome my magic. I put my hands up in surrender and stammered out an excuse. “I meant no harm. I was afraid you would hurt me.”

“I was not going to hurt you, unless you asked for it, and you know that. But now you make me want to chase you, to conquer you, to completely ravage you.”

Each punctuated phrase ratcheted up my breathing and brought him a step closer. I was the one who did the chasing and conquering, and yet his words were speaking directly to my cock. I looked down to see a stain forming on my slacks. When I looked back up at him, he was staring where I had glanced, and he was licking his lips. I turned and ran down the hall away from him.

Each corridor of the summer palace looked the same. I ran in no particular direction until I could no longer hear his footsteps pursuing me. When I thought I was safe, I started testing door handles until one opened, and I rushed inside. I locked the door behind me and leaned against it while I tried to catch my breath.

The light turned on, and directly in front of me was my pursuer.

“You ran. I love it when my partner plays hard to get.”

He silenced any scream I would have made with his mouth. He grabbed my hands and pinned them against the door. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and my body betrayed me. I opened for him, and he swallowed my whimper. There was no part of my mouth that he did not make love to with his tongue. He tasted decadent and sinful, and I wanted to eat him. When he pulled his mouth away from me, I followed him. He chuckled. “I can taste how badly you want me.” He rearranged his hands so that his one hand was restraining both of mine above my head. His other cupped my groin and lightly squeezed my hardened cock. “I can see how badly you want me.” The pressure felt exquisite and pushed more pre-cum onto the already large stain on my slacks. My head fell forward in defeat.

“Please.”

He continued to rub up and down my dick while he started kissing on my neck. His breath fanned across my ear, and he crooned, “Please, what?”

I began to tremble with need. “Please, fuck me.”

“As you wish.”

He released my hands, but I had no will of my own to move them. His hands found their way to the button on my slacks. He had them and my underwear on the floor in seconds. He dropped to his knees in front of me and swallowed my cock. No tentative licking or tasting. It was abrupt and exactly what my body wanted. He grabbed my hips and pulled me away from the door. The suction on my member increased when I felt a spit-slick finger trace the crease of my ass. I whimpered. I always topped, and the thought of someone touching me there frightened me.

He slowly pulled my cock from his mouth, languidly licking the head a few times before speaking. “When I am done with you, you will beg for it again and again. Trust me. They all do.”