Zeus (Contemporary Mythos Book 6)

I sat outside the courtroom, my legs crossed, the nylons brushing against each other causing static. My mind should’ve been focused on nothing else but the trial ahead. The trial I was only minutes away from walking into and fighting against Zeus, the King of the fucking Gods. And he is precisely who I couldn’t get out of my head long enough to concentrate on my standing arguments. The conversation we had earlier this morning. The conviction in his voice with each passing word. His confession to me. Me. I’d gotten the sinking feeling he hadn’t told anyone else before either, so why me?

“You ready for this, bulldog?” Olivia asked, looming over me with several folders cradled in her arm.

Gulping, I rose and smoothed out my suit jacket, tugging the hem of it. “Always.”

Zeus was already there when we entered the courtroom, sitting at the table with Daniels at his side. He leaned over, whispering something to her, and she remained stone cold and expressionless as usual. We reached our table, and Zeus slowly turned his head to catch my gaze over his shoulder.

When our eyes locked, a twinge rocketed through my stomach. After the trial—I was going to fuck him. I knew it from the moment I’d left his apartment this morning when I wanted to do it right then and there. If it weren’t for this trial today…I probably would have. Even with dozens of people surrounding us in the busy courtroom—media, audience, the jury, security guards. His lust, his power, his growing need, stood out, settling over my skin like warm silken drops.

Those deep blue eyes gave a subtle squint. He knew it too. Tonight would be the night I fucked a Greek god. The thought should’ve terrified me—or at the very least bubbled my nerves, but instead, I felt determined and antsy.

The trial started, and we each did the usual song and dance—bringing in witnesses, questioning them. Presenting evidence, correlating it to the case whether it proved her guilt or innocence. We’d locked gazes several times and sent so many secret signals to each other, I’d already gotten wet.

It was when I pulled my wildcard, signaling to the custodian to bring in the large blue barrel into the courtroom, that I’d gotten the stare from Zeus I’d been craving all day. As the custodian wheeled the barrel down the middle aisle on a dolly, Zeus slowly turned his head toward me, the lust and admiration pulsing from him so profusely it almost knocked me out of my chair. The custodian displayed the barrel—a replica to what Daniels used when filling it with both acid and her husband—in the corner I’d instructed him to in clear view of the jury. It would serve as a constant reminder every remaining day of the trial of the gruesome act this woman carried out.

A small smile tugged at Zeus’s lips, one he only let me see before hiding it with his hand, his other hand drumming fingers on the table. Daniels whispered something to him, and he shook his head, flicking his wrist at the barrel and cutting his gaze to me sidelong as he spoke to her.

The trial went on for another three hours, and by that point, I was ready to tear the clothes from Zeus’s body and throw him to the hallway floor as soon as we exited the goddamned courtroom.

No sooner had the judge thrown the gavel down, dismissing everyone, I stood. “I’m out of here, Ollie. See you tomorrow?”

“You—” Olivia looked around her, palming the table, the folders, her chest. “Already? Where the hell are you going?”

“I uh—out. On a date.” Wincing, I shoved the paperwork in my briefcase, and stole several glances at Zeus, who looked just as hurried, waiting for them to retrieve his client and cart her back to her holding hole.

“A date? Seriously?” Olivia tugged my jacket sleeve. “With who?”

I wanted to tell her. I did. But we were in a courtroom with dozens of ears. Any one of them catching the mention of Zane from my lips could turn the situation sour. “I promise I’ll fill you in tomorrow, okay?” After squeezing her hand, leaving her standing there slack-jawed, I made a beeline for the aisle.

Once in the foyer, I rounded a vacant corner, holding my briefcase by its handle with two hands. The crowd filed out, soon fading into only several stragglers.

“Call me crazy, but I have the feeling you need something from me again.” Zeus’s voice sent tremors of warmth and ecstasy vibrating through my chest and down to my toes.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep inhale, dizzying myself with his masculine scent. His body hovered behind me, his crotch inches from my ass.

“What do you need, Miss Bazin?” He whispered.

I whirled around, my heart racing, pounding, punching at my chest. “Take us somewhere. Anywhere but here.”

A knowing, wicked grin curled over his lips, and he pulled me to him, into the shadows and away from prying eyes. We appeared a blink later in his penthouse apartment—his lair, as he called it. I splayed my hand, dropping my briefcase without caring where it landed. We stared at each other before letting our eyes wander over one another’s lips, our chests…

His mouth crashed against mine, and he pushed me against the nearest wall, his hands slamming on each side of my head. I bunched my hands on the lapels of his jacket, yanking it off his shoulders.

He pulled away, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip, waiting for me to open my eyes. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“What?” The question pushed from my throat like a moaning whisper.

He pressed his cock still hidden within his pants against my stomach. “What. Do you. Want, Vasílissa?”

He wanted me to ask for it. To crave it. And he wanted to hear me say it.

“I want you to fuck me.” With a firm grip, I took his face in one hand. “Zeus.”

Lightning flashed in his eyes, and he snarled, kissing me again, hoisting me up with the wall as leverage behind me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my back arching as he shoved the pencil skirt up my legs, bunching it at my hips.

His fingers brushed the nylons between my legs and panties, and he paused, his gaze lingering downward. “I don’t recall a shield before?” He turned his head to one side.

“I only wear them for trials,” I said, breathy. “Get rid of them.”

He met my gaze and, with a harsh tug, ripped a hole. He could’ve used his powers, I was sure of it, but instead, he chose the feral route.

I gasped and grinned at him, my hands greedily fishing for his belt and zipper, undoing them until his pants fell to his ankles. After tugging his black boxers, they too fell to the ground, and the thick, long cock I’d spied that night made another appearance. Binoculars could do it no justice in the slightest.

I felt my panties disappear, and before I could even process another thought, he plunged into me—filling me, shoving me hard against the wall. Stifling a scream, I dug my nails into his shoulders, every muscle in my body tightening.

“Remember, the walls are soundproof.” He sucked on my earlobe, biting it. “Absolute. Freedom.”

As he pumped inside of me, swelling with each stroke, I cried out loud. “Holy fuck.”

We were both still in our lawyer attire save for the lower half, not bothering with the pesky tasks of removing all clothes before having each other. It made it all the more erotic, and with my legs wrapped around his waist, I dug one of my spiked heels into his ass cheek.

He growled and kept one hand on my ass, holding me, while the other hand bunched in my hair, yanking my head back. He kissed me as he fucked me—deep and rough, his beard scraping my chin, reddening it.

“How long have you wanted to do this, Keira?” He rolled his hips, shoving into me with such rhythmic timing it had my eyes rolling back in my head. “And don’t you dare fucking lie to me.”

I gulped, gyrating my hips in time with his now, meeting him stroke for stroke. Locking his gaze, I bit my lower lip. “Since the moment I heard that deep voice on the other side of the door. Before I ever even saw your sexy as hell face.”

His nostrils flared, and his eyes glowed bright white. “Fuck,” he breathed out before covering my mouth with his, his fist punching against the wall near my head.

He brushed the spot inside me with every thrust and pump, the swirls and familiar tightening in my stomach soaring. Gripping his hair, whimpering into his mouth, he pulled away, letting me scream through my release, shuddering around him.

When I opened my eyes, we took each other in, both panting, and he slowly lowered me to the ground. He waved his hand in front of him with a wry grin, making my clothes disappear, save for the heels.

I stood in front of him naked, and as he lifted his hand again to himself, I snatched his wrist. “Wait. Not this.” Loosening his tie, I slipped it over his head.

He raised a brow, that wry grin sliding into a villainous one. Once the tie was safely in my hands, he stood nude, tanned, and muscular in front of me. Fucking immaculate. The mere sight of him made me soaking wet all over again. Letting my bottom lip roll past my teeth, I guided his arms behind him, testing to see if he’d let me. I knew at any moment he could overpower me if he desired. Obliging, he didn’t fight against me, that same smile plastered on his lips.

Holding his gaze with mine, I slid the tie over his wrists, pulling it tight. I kept the tie in my hand, forbidding him from touching me as I sank to my knees. Not taking my eyes away from him, I licked the tip of his cock, teasing it with short wet flicks of my tongue. It pulsed from my touch, and Zeus’s head fell back with a moan before returning to watch me. Licking my lips, I slid my mouth over him, inch by inch, taking him all in until I could feel it hitting the back of my throat.

He groaned, his arms twitching within the confines of the tie. I held it tighter, pulling his arms against the back of his legs. Working in tandem with my hand, I stroked, sucked, licked, my stomach fluttering from the groans, moans, and growls pouring from the god-king’s throat.

He blew out a breath. “Come here, Keira.”

Dabbing the corners of my mouth with my thumb, I rose, letting go of the tie with a grin.

He snapped the tie away and, with a carnal gaze, lifted me into his arms. “Let me remind you who you’re fucking.”

My heart raced at his words as he crossed the room to his bed, the eagle statue above it bearing the same feral look in its eyes as Zeus. He tossed me to the bed, and I landed on my back, propping myself on both elbows. Tracing his fingers down my calf, he kept his gaze locked with mine as he removed my heels, tossing them aside.

“Don’t want me digging my heels into your ass anymore?” I raised a wicked brow.

He leaned over me, grinning and trailing his touch over my knees, stopping at my thighs. “If you want to show appreciation for what I’m about to do to you, Keira—use your claws.”

My throat became sandpaper as I gazed up at him, the sound of my beating heart pounding in my chest rivaling a bass drum.

He clenched his fists, and lightning began to crackle and swirl his arms, curling over his chest, his neck, and sparking in his eyes. “Lie back,” he ordered.

I did as commanded, resting my hands on my stomach. He moved near me beside the bed and took hold of my wrists, forcing them at my sides. He hovered his hand over my chest, and the lightning brightened until a small current struck from his palm, settling into my skin. It didn’t hurt, didn’t shock me—it was a feeling of warmth and shivers and a passing caress. His hand traveled over my ribs, making my back arch from the bed. The sensations continued to entice my body as he moved over my stomach and settled at my pussy, sending tiny warm strikes one after the other, making me convulse.

I pinned my knees together to keep them from shaking. He walked to the foot of the bed, still holding his lightning power on me before he paused long enough to slide his hands to the insides of my thighs and yanked my legs apart. My breaths quickened, diving into a sensual frenzy of panting as he lowered his face to my folds, the glow of his eyes staring back at me. The lightning coursed over his lips as he lapped his tongue over me, sparking against my clit. As he worked his tongue, darting in and out of me, licking, and surging the lightning power through every nerve with expert intricacy, I gripped the sheets.

“Oh my—” I started before crying out in pure fucking ecstasy, my entire body becoming one tense muscle.

He stood, a confident grin playing over his mouth as he dragged a hand across his lips. The lightning didn’t fade away as he crawled onto the bed—want playing in his gaze as he neared me—the wolf coming to claim, to possess. I lay with my legs still sprawled, my chest pumping, the swirling euphoria from coming only moments ago still swelling. He curled his hands on my hips and, in one swift motion, flipped me to my stomach and hoisted my ass into the air. I bent forward, pressing my forearms into the bed, waiting, anticipating, craving it.

Kneading my ass with his palms, he plunged into me from behind. I clenched around his cock as he thrusted, making him grunt with every other stroke. He slapped my ass first with one hand then both, leaving behind a pleasuring sting. I rocked my hips back every time he pushed forward, our bodies making the satisfying clap every time they met with each hard motion we made together.

He grabbed both of my arms, holding them behind me as he continued to fuck me, harder and harder. I pressed my face into the sheets, panting, screaming in pleasure, letting him use my arms as handles. He let go and switched to grabbing my hair, yanking my head back, my gaze peering up at the eagle looming above us. He slammed into me, digging his fingers into my ass, his lightning now swirling over my body. It sizzled and hissed, circling my arms and legs, skirting over my chest. A sort of tingle prickled the back of my neck before whizzing down my spine, and heat flushed in my chest, making me gasp.

Zeus paused behind me, panting. He let go of my hair and pulled me up by the crooks of my elbows, rocking in and out of me, slower this time, deliberate. “Did you feel that?”

“Yes,” I whispered, moaning. “What was it?”

He traced a hand over my stomach, trailing down to my clit and circling it with a finger. “The bond.” He massaged one breast, pinching my nipple between two fingers. “We’re officially connected for as long as we both live, Keira.” His hand moved over my collarbone, lightly wrapping around my neck for a moment before cupping my chin, turning my face to look up at him. “Even if you don’t choose me, I’ll always be a part of you. When you make yourself come at night, it’ll be me who invades your every thought.”

My body ached for him, even with him already inside me. With a whimper, I grabbed the back of his head, pulling his mouth down to mine, kissing him, raking my nails over his skull. With his fingers between my legs and his languid thrusts pulsing in and out of me, I came undone for the third time that night, moaning and groaning into his mouth.

He pulled out of me and guided me to lay on my back, his body crawling over me as soon as my head hit the pillows. Grabbing both of my wrists in one hand, he shoved them above my head, pressing some of his weight to hold them there. The lightning fizzled away, his blue eyes returning as he took all of me in—lingering over my breasts and stomach before returning to my face.

“Fuck. You’d make such a Queen.” He kept my gaze as the tip of his cock teased my entrance, rubbing against it.

“Shut up, Zeus,” I said, breathy and lustful.

He glared at me, his hand gripping my wrists tighter.

“Tonight, you fuck me. Keep showing me what I’d be missing.” I bucked my hips, forcing part of him inside me. “Tomorrow, we can talk.”

He grinned, a deep chuckle resonating from his chest before he thrust forward, filling me to the hilt. As he pumped in and out, rolling his hips, the motion turned from feral overtaking to—something else. He let go of my arms, fingers tracing the side of my breast, my ribs, and to my hip. I stared up at him, trailing my hands over his back muscles, before finding my way to the muscular ass I’d been drooling over, digging my nails into it.

His blue eyes became two rushing currents, pulling me through the rapids with nothing to grip. And I welcomed the chaos, opened my heart and soul to it. Another tingle, but more intense than the last, jabbed at the base of my neck, trickling down each vertebra until it reached my tailbone, sizzling. I arched from the bed, burying Zeus’s head into my breasts, encouraging him to lick them. His tongue lapped over one nipple and bit it, the cool air in the room making it harden.

Pinching my knees at his sides, I shivered, quaked, and screamed so loud it hurt my ears as the euphoria erupted in my core. He trailed his nose over my chin and to my neck, taking a long-drawn breath, smelling me. His thrusts quickened, pounding into me, pushing my body toward the headboard. With a ferocious snarl, he gave one final thrust and spilled himself inside me, biting the side of my neck but not breaking the skin. He slowly pulled back, staring down at me with a wicked glint in his eye.

“What?” I smiled, my skin flushed and beading with sweat.

“You felt it a second time, didn’t you?” Still inside me, his cock pulsed.

I locked my ankles together behind his back, holding him captive. “Maybe.”

“You want it, Keira. You want me. You want all of it.” He traced his thumb across my bottom lip.

I pressed a finger over his mouth. “I said tomorrow.”

He nipped at my finger.

“You called me something earlier. Started with a ‘v.’”

He stiffened. “You heard that, huh?”

Using my legs still locked around him, I pulled him closer. “What was it?”

“Vasílissa,” he whispered against my cheek, the way the word rolled off his tongue making my stomach clench.

“Is that Greek?”

He nodded as he rubbed his cock between my legs before slowly slipping inside me again. “It means—Queen.”

As I took a sharp inhale, I snapped my gaze to his, my grip tightening around his neck.

The faint sound of nails scraping against hardwood sounded from the side of the bed. A pair of big brown eyes peeked around the corner.

“I’m honestly surprised he stayed in his room,” Zeus said with a smirk.

I turned my head to look at Levin. “Let him sleep with us.”

“I—I mean, shit, what a cockblock you are, Levin.”

Playfully swatting him in the shoulder, I trailed my fingers over his chest, and traced each abdominal muscle. “Nothing’s stopping us from exploring every other room in this place when we can’t sleep in the middle of the night. The kitchen. The floor. The balcony.”

“Is that a promise?” His cock twitched.

I gave a soft kiss to his lips. “A promise.”

He groaned, kissing me one last time before pulling out of me and slipping us both under the sheets. “Come here, Levin,” he grumbled.

The dog came trotting to the bed, his large pink tongue flopped from his mouth as he jumped up. After working a corner of the bed in a circle several times, he curled up, satisfied, and closed his eyes. I nestled my ass against Zeus’s hips, moaning as his large arms wrapped around me from behind.

“You’re such a tease,” he whispered, his breath coating my ear.

“And you love it,” I whispered back, feeling his smile against my cheek.

With a fizzle of lightning striking from his palm, the lights went out. We didn’t wind up fucking in the middle of the night as I promised because, for the first time since I was a kid, I slept to morning, wrapped in the god-king’s embrace.