The goddess calls, p.11
The Goddess Calls, page 11
What is happening?
Something stirs within me, trying to break free. A burning sensation begins in my stomach and continues until it becomes an all out pain. A red stain seeps through my shirt as I helplessly stare into the mirror.
My hand creeps to my middle, trembling as my fingers touch wetness. I’m terrified, but I have to know what is happening. I raise the fabric inch by inch. A wound is slowly exposed. Blood streams down my stomach, soaking the band on my shorts.
It’s so red. I never noticed how it could be such a vibrant shade of red.
I pull my shirt all the way up until the bottom of my breasts show, and that is when I truly become terrified. Carved in jagged gruesome letters is the word “MINE”. I scream and scream. I scream at the pain. I scream in horror.
Phantom hands grab me from behind, and they are covered in bright red blood.
A strong grip holds me steady as I thrash awake. I need to get away from that mirror, from the pain, from whatever keeps finding me in my dreams. I fight, desperate to break free. Sobbing in deep gasping breaths, I struggle to get away, but they hold me tight.
My ears register the gentle murmuring of soothing words meant to calm me, meant to guide me back to safety. A lamp has been switched on, casting the room in warm gentle light. I’m not in that room, there is no mirror, no cruel blood-covered hands.
Blinking the nightmare away, I take in my surroundings. They are all here. Camden and Aiden stand next to the bed, grave concern etched on both of their faces as they look down at me. Gentle, soothing strokes bring my eyes to the two men that are on the bed with me and my ever present guardian, Beretta. Brent holds my wrist, his thumb gently stroking my skin. My eyes meet his, seeing nothing but understanding. Beretta is draped over my thighs, as if she had been attempting to stop my apparent thrashing. Her small quiet whine makes me want to reach out to her, but my body won’t obey me.
“Kinley, baby, you’re safe…You’re safe.”
Hearing Don’s gentle voice speak those words brings my attention finally to him. His body is so close to mine, his hands holding me, anchoring me to the present. Seeing my eyes connect with his makes him relax his hold on me. His hand comes up to brush away the tears I know are still glistening on my cheeks.
“There you are. Take some deep breaths for me, ok?”
I attempt to take a deep breath, but all that happens is a shuddering gasp. I’m hyperventilating.
“Try again, baby. Follow me.”
He takes one of my hands out of Brent’s grasp, placing it on his bare chest as he takes a long, slow, deep breath. My lungs strain to follow suit.
“There you go, just like that. Now, go again.”
With my hand on his chest, guiding me, my breathing evens out and slows. My head clears as the panic fades away with each breath.
“That’s my girl. I’m not going to let anything hurt you, Kinley. I promise.”
His protective words and calmness soothe me further. Wiping my tear streaked face, he speaks to the guys. “I got it from here, guys. Go get some rest.”
They shuffle out of the room. Brent gives my hand a squeeze before he also takes his leave. My mind finally registers their various states of undress. Even through the fog of my nightmare, I can appreciate how ripped they all are. Their backs all look like they have been carved from the finest marble, their skin various shades of tan. I don’t realize I’m staring until Don takes my chin and turns my face back to him.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
I shake my head. How do I explain anything about that strange dream when I don’t even understand it myself? He doesn’t push, and I’m grateful for him. He slides down into the bed alongside me, tucking me in close to his body until my head is resting on his chest and my arm is draped across his stomach. Beretta graciously makes room for him, but doesn’t leave the bed. She just moves to my other side, her back resting against mine. I reach back and run my hand up and down her side to not only ground myself in reality but also for comfort. No matter how much safety I feel from Don being here with me, he’ll never replace Beretta’s soothing presence.
“I’m not going to leave you alone tonight. I absolutely do not expect anything from you. I’m just going to hold you so you can get some sleep.”
I nod, my face brushing against his warm chest, grateful that he didn’t make me ask him to stay.
Chapter 10
I’m slow to wake. The sun is just peeking into the room, and I sleepily wonder why my pillow is moving. Gradually opening my eyes, the previous night’s events come back, flooding my mind, and I shudder at the memories.
Last night really sucked, but in all the chaos, a bright calming light helped me out of that darkness. My eyes soften on the still sleeping face of Don. Somehow, in the night, I ended up completely on top of him, legs straddling one of his, and as I attempt to shift my weight, I become very aware of his hard length pressed against my thigh. Oh my god, he is huge!
I’m silently trying to figure out how to get off of him without waking him when I’m startled by him saying, “Has anyone ever told you how cute you look when you blush?”
Hearing his voice causes my body to jerk, which then almost causes my knee to connect with his balls if he hadn’t grabbed ahold of my thigh just in time. I shyly look up at him, his playful smirk letting me know he isn’t mad at my accidental attempt at unmanning him.
“Careful, your thigh is in a sensitive area.”
I swear I think his eyes flash, but it happens so quickly I dismiss it instantly.
“I’m sorry, I must be heavy. I’m not sure how I got on top of you.”
His chest rumbles beneath me, his hands flexing on my thigh and back.
“You’re not heavy, Kinley.” His fingers trail up my thigh, stopping just shy of the curve of my ass, I almost push back into his touch. “Besides,” he growls, “I think it’s pretty obvious I like you just where you are.”
His hands knead my body gently, his hips rolling as if to emphasize his point. My whole body heats with desire, my breath coming out in small gasps. Don eyes me intently, breathing deeply as if inhaling something sweet.
“Kinley, I won’t do anything you’re not ready for, but I’m going to be honest with you. If you don’t tell me you don’t want this, I’m going to strip you out of these tiny shorts that have been driving me fucking crazy and feast on you.”
My mouth gapes open. He just grins at me.
Shit, Beretta! I whip my head to the side where I know she should be, but the bed is empty. I crane my neck around Don’s big body to search the room but notice that she is nowhere in sight. Hmmm, one of the guys must have come and gotten her. When my eyes land back on Don, he is patiently waiting, but his eyes are blazing with desire.
“What’s it gonna be, baby? You gonna let me devour this?” His hand cups between my legs and my eyes widen. “Or am I gonna get up and make us breakfast?”
“The first one,” I stammer out.
He flips me underneath him before I can even blink, grabs the sides of my shorts and rips them off. I let out a small yelp, and he just chuckles as he spreads my thighs wide, stopping to admire me with hungry eyes.
“Goddess, you have a pretty pussy.”
I don’t think any man has ever uttered those words to me, but I don’t doubt the sincerity of them. Nudging my thighs even wider, he lays down right in between my legs, and I hear him growl before he says, “Your scent is fucking amazing.”
He spreads my lips apart and swipes his tongue up my center. I whimper, my back arching slightly, and grab the hand that is on my thigh.
“Fucking hell, baby, you taste fucking delicious, too.”
It has been a very long time since I had a man anywhere near me naked, and I have never had a man eat my pussy like it is his favorite pastime. He feasts on me like he is a man starved. I can’t contain the loud moans that he wrenches from me.
“Such a good girl, let me hear how much you like my tongue.”
His words ramp up my desire, and all I can do is hold on for dear life as he sucks on my clit and thrusts a finger inside me. My fingers weave through his short cropped hair. My hips grind against his face as I desperately try to get as close as possible. He continues to work his finger in and out, keeping up a rhythm with his tongue. My thighs shake as my body nears orgasm.
”That’s it, come on my tongue like a good girl.” Don growls and adds a second finger, crooking it up towards that bundle of nerves inside me. I scream out his name as my orgasm races through me, but he keeps pumping his fingers into me, pushing my orgasm higher and higher. Wringing my body of every last bit of pleasure, before I go limp.
He continues to stroke me lazily with his tongue, causing me to shudder. Looking up at me, he grins, keeping eye contact as he sucks his fingers clean and groans.
Holy shit, that is hot.
I’m a panting mess and if I could, I probably would have orgasmed again just from that sight.
God this man is filthy, and I fucking love it.
Don sits up, his cock straining against his boxer briefs. I move to pull him out but he stills my hands.
“Baby, I would like nothing more than to get inside of you, but I don’t have any protection on me.”
I groan and flop back onto the bed.
“Can I at least help you out? Relieve some tension?”
That makes him chuckle.
“I like to think of myself as a strong man, but if you get your hands on me I’m not going to want to stop until your pussy is wrapped around my cock.”
I swear under my breath. This man is speaking straight to my pussy. I have to clench my thighs just to try and relieve the ache. I really, really want him inside me, but responsible sex is important—I guess. Feeling sassy, I let a little bit of my inner brat out.
“Fine…but it was going to be my mouth, not my hands.”
Donovan lunges for me, and I leap off the bed, but not before he swats my ass. Just out of reach, I grin at him before sticking my tongue out. His eyes light up, and a predatory grin spreads across his face.
“Kinley, you run from me, and I’m going to chase you.”
I shiver, hearing him growl those words at me. So fucking hot! My inner self is squealing in delight. So, feeling extra brave and sexy, I whip my shirt off, throw it at his face and take off running. I don’t even know where the fuck I’m going, nor do I think of who might also be in the house with us—I just fucking run.
My blood is pumping; my pussy is drenched. Who fucking knew I had a chasing kink, but I do, big time. I’m not paying attention, just running, so of course I don’t hear him come up behind me. I’m taken by complete surprise when his arms come around me and pin me up against a wall. The breath is knocked out of me and he grinds his hard cock against my ass. I don’t know if I should giggle or whimper, I’m so fucking turned on.
His hands grip my sides and squeeze as he leans down to growl in my ear. “I warned you.”
I’m breathless from running and excitement, and I must have been delirious because I can’t help the words that leave my mouth.
“What are you going to do about it?”
He smacks my ass harder than before.
“Kinley, do you want me to fuck you bare? Because if you keep running from me and running that mouth, that’s exactly what you’re gonna get.”
I have no idea what comes over me. Never in my life have I allowed a guy to even think about going without a condom. And now here I am, pressed up against the wall naked and panting after this gorgeous man, praying he will fuck me.
It’s like something deep inside me has woken up and wants nothing more than to have this man inside me. A raw primal need rises up, so I say the only thing I can.
“Better catch me then.”
Taking him by surprise, I push back with all my strength, managing to shove him off and make a break for it. This time I do giggle as I run away.
I don’t run for long, because I’m not even remotely trying to get away. Thank goodness he catches me when he does, because I make it down a hallway and I’m almost positive I hear male voices coming from the room ahead. That would have been really embarrassing. Donovan grabs me, swinging me up over his shoulder and squeezes my bare ass, making me squeal.
I catch a glimpse of movement, and peaking up through my hair, I try to see what it could have been, but the hallway is empty.
It doesn’t take long for Donovan to push through the bedroom door, tossing me on the bed. I bounce and try to roll off the bed, attempting one last escape, but he comes down on top of me, putting a stop to that. I gaze up at him. His eyes are bright and full of lust, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. I’m so incredibly aroused. I feel like I will combust if he doesn’t get inside me. This is so much fun.
He must not care too much for my humor because he rocks his hips against mine, shoving his hard boxer brief clad length against my naked pussy. I gasp, my hips arching up against his. I grip both sides of the elastic band, desperately trying to shove them down.
“Please,” I whine in a breathy moan.
His desperation matches mine. He instantly lifts off me and shucks his boxer briefs off in one smooth move. Finally just as naked as I am, I take in his impressive physique. His body is amazing, and holy shit, his cock is huge.
He quickly pulls me to him. Lining up with my entrance, his eyes meet mine as he thrusts into me. My back arches, my eyes roll back, and I scream as I feel his first thrust into my body. I pant as my body works to adjust to his very large invasion. It has been so long since I had any man inside me, and none of my vibrators come close to his length or girth. My legs tremble in his hands. He pauses, breathing heavily, waiting while my body relaxes enough around him so he can move.
“Goddess, you feel so fucking good. Are you ok?”
I nod. “Yes, please don’t stop.”
“Baby, there is no way in hell I’m stopping now.”
He slowly rolls his hips, causing my eyes to close and an obscenely throaty moan to leave my mouth. I hold onto the sheets and him as Donovan slowly pulls out of me until just the tip rests in my channel. His eyes are now zeroed in on where our bodies are joined, his tongue swiping his lower lip as he thrusts back into me hard.
He is so deep, but I need more. I need him to own my body, I need to be able to feel him even when we are finished.
“Harder,” I beg.
He adjusts his hold on my legs, pulling me with him as he positions us so I’m hanging off the side of the bed with him standing between my legs. And then he proceeds to fuck me hard and fast, picking up a deliciously punishing rhythm. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I hold onto him as one of the best orgasms I have ever experienced punches through me.
“So fucking tight. Give me one more, baby.”
He groans in my ear before he kisses and sucks his way down my neck until he gets to my breast. God, my body is so sensitive. When he sucks my nipple into his mouth, I detonate again. He roars his release, thrusting deep and hard inside me, his cum filling me in hot spurts.
Holy shit, that was the best sex of my life, and Jesus, he came inside of me. And yet I’m not freaking out. Do I suddenly have a breeding kink? You can’t develop a kink after one time, can you?
We are both breathing heavily, my hands idly stroking up and down his arms, zoning out in my post-orgasm bliss.
“Kinley, baby, look at me.”
My eyes trail up his body until they meet his, and I stare into his beautiful blue eyes, sleepily smiling at him.
“There you are, you had me worried for a second.”
I giggle.
“Still alive.”
Chuckling, he gets up off me and gently pulls me to my feet, ignoring my protests. I just want to curl up on the bed with him and bask in post sex cuddles.
“Come on, smart ass. Let’s go get in the shower.”
Somehow we manage to get all cleaned up and dressed, much to my disappointment. If we had been in this house alone, I would suggest we just stay naked. Though he does give me another orgasm in the shower while he washes me. He insists we both need breakfast, so here I am, awkwardly hanging out in the kitchen with Don and his friends.
We were not quiet during any part of what we did earlier, and they are not shy about letting us know they could hear everything. At least now I know I can’t die from embarrassment because if I could, I certainly would be dead.
“Well, good morning,” Aiden drawls, a wicked grin plastered on his face. Three pairs of eyes zero in on us, and I can’t decide if I want to strut around because I literally got the best orgasms of my life or hide behind Don. I choose a combination of both. I stand at his side and meet their amused and heated gazes.
“So, Cam and I have a bet, and we need your help settling it, Kinley.” Brent’s eyes hold so much wicked amusement that I dread what he is going to ask.
“Ok?”
“Two or three?”
My eyes narrow at him. “Two or three what?”
He chuckles. “How many times did our dear Don get you off this fine morning?”
Don growls, but I reach out a hand to him before he can tell them off. This is a test, and I will be damned if I’m going to fail, no matter how embarrassed I am.
“Who bet what?”
“I think it was three, but Brent thinks it was only two.” Cam informs me, his eyes twinkling with playfulness.
I hold both of their gazes. “You’re both wrong—it was four.”
They all stare at me for a moment before they all burst out laughing. Glancing up at Don, his eyes shine with approval.
Don takes their teasing in stride, and thankfully most of their teasing is now pointed at him. I do have to hold in a laugh a few times, especially when Brent tells him that he must not have been doing enough cardio if I had been able to run as far as I did. Fuck, I knew I had seen something after Don had thrown me over his shoulder. Now I’m all embarrassed again.
