Planetary Passions - DoubleTrouble Part 3

When she opened her eyes, the shadows in the room had lengthened and the belly dancer had disappeared. Pol, his eyes dark with desire, set the laota aside and rose from his chair.

Instinctively, Fiona stepped back, but Cas was there holding her. Pol stopped before her, his scent tangling with Casa. aYou dance well, G.o.ddess.a He was as tall as Cas. The t-s.h.i.+rt stretched over his firm pectorals and shoulders, his arms corded with muscle.

Fiona had a hard time breathing. aWhat happened to the dancer?a aShe went home,a Cas said.

aShe had to get supper for her husband and daughter,a Pol put in.

The explanation sounded so normal, so prosaic, that Fiona gasped with laughter. Then her laughter died when Pol lifted his hands and squeezed her nipples through her s.h.i.+rt.

At the same time, Cas unb.u.t.toned the waistband of her shorts.

She gasped again. aWhat are you doing?a aGiving you pleasure,a Pol said.

Cas murmured in her ear, aThe least we can do for rescuing us.a aButaa She cast a worried glance at the open door. aSomeone could come in. Anyone could.a aMaybe theyad like to watch.a Casa breath scalded her ear and trickled heat down her spine. aMaybe I want them to watch me pleasuring you.a Fionaas knees started to bend. aNo,a she whispered.

Pol laughed. He gestured to the door with one hand and it swung closed.

The wind? Fiona thought wildly. But no breeze stirred the narrow pa.s.sage outside or rattled the shutters.

aSheas shy,a Pol said, his fingers delicately pulling her nipples into hard little nubs.

Cas slowly lowered the zipper of Fionaas shorts, a loud zzzz in the stillness. aIt took me a while to catch on to how these worked.a She remembered faintly why she had followed them and that she was supposed to be lecturing them. aYou shouldnat have taken Hansa clothes. Or his wallet.a Pol flicked his thumbs over her hard-pointed nipples. aWe will make recompense.a aOh.a She believed them. She had no idea why. But she relaxed, relieved. It would be all right.

That is, she relaxed until Cas slid strong fingers into her loosened shorts and pressed aside the elastic of her underwear.

Chapter Four.

Casa c.o.c.k hardened at the sound of Fionaas groan. He smelled her female desire in the hot room and knew Pol did too.

The wiry hairs of her quim tickled his fingers. aYou feel good, sweeting.a He wondered if her p.u.s.s.y looked as good as it felt. She was swimming with cream, the liquid all over his fingers.

aMake her come,a Pol said. His brother continued to tease her nipples, his eyes intense and dark.

aDo you want to come, Fiona?a Cas asked, nibbling the sh.e.l.l of her ear. aWe want to thank you for saving us.a aThank you,a Pol echoed.

Cas moved his fingers through her cream, easily slipping a finger into her opening. aZeus above, but youare wet.a Pol smiled in delight.

Fiona whimpered. Her fire-red hair warmed his lips. He parted her opening and rubbed the folds of it. She nearly came, he felt it, her heartbeat speeding, her face gleaming in sudden perspiration.

aSomeone might come in,a she repeated.

aAnd what would they see?a Cas rested his head against hers, whispering into her hair. aTheyad see my hand inside your clothes. Theyad see Pol with his fingers on your b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Theyad smell your desire and know you flowed like honey on my hands.a She made a gurgling noise. Pol took a step back and quickly popped open the b.u.t.ton of his leggings and pulled down the metal fastening. He wore nothing beneath, and his c.o.c.k spilled out, dark and hard.

aThese leggings are too tight,a he said. aIam in pain.a aJeans,a Fiona said faintly.

aWhat?a Cas whispered.

aTheyare called jeans. Not leggings.a Cas chuckled. aI will remember. Pol is very hard for you. Do you want to touch him?a Her cream flowed faster. aNo.a aYour body just told me you did. Donat be afraid.a Pol moved closer to her, his hands on her waist, splaying his fingers under her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. aTouch me, my G.o.ddess. Bless me with your magic.a Fiona drew a breath as though she wanted to say something then she broke off. Tentatively, she reached her fingers toward Polas rigid c.o.c.k and laid them across the shaft.

aG.o.ds,a Pol breathed.

aThatas it,a Cas said. aMake him like it.a She moved her fingers to the tip while she leaned back into Cas. Cas enjoyed himself playing with her folds, then he dipped his first two fingers inside her, sinking them all the way. Fiona moaned and s.h.i.+fted her sweet backside provocatively on his c.o.c.k, which was just as hard as Polas.

aYou feel like fire,a Cas said as he leaned to nibble her neck. aYouare squeezing my fingers so hard.a She arched back against him, unconsciously squeezing still more. To reward her, Cas slid in a third finger.

aOh,a she said, eyes wide.

Pol smiled. He stood with hands on hips, his body swaying as he felt what she did to him. aI think she likes it.a aG.o.ddesses like to be pleasured.a Cas bit her skin, loving the salt taste of it. aDonat they, my G.o.ddess?a aIam not a G.o.ddess. Iam an archaa Her words faltered as Cas added a fourth finger. aaaeologist.a The syllables tumbled out in a rush.

aYou freed us,a Pol whispered. aIt was a terrible spell, and you freed us. Only a lady of great power could do that.a Fiona frowned as though she wanted to argue but her eyelids drooped. She pressed herself against Casa hand, the yearning woman taking over the shy scholar. At the same time, she rubbed her palm over Polas c.o.c.k from tip to base and back again.

Cas would have envied him if her a.s.s hadnat been rubbing all over him. He quickly unfastened hisa"jeansa"releasing his c.o.c.k to b.u.mp happily against the thin fabric across Fionaas backside.

She laid her head against his shoulder, her warm hair escaping its confinement to flow across his chest. She was so beautiful, her eyes so brown with gold flecks swimming in them, lashes long and lush against her cheek. A woman or a demiG.o.ddess or an archaeologista"whoever she was, she was made for loving.

Cas flicked his thumb over the hard nub of her c.l.i.t. She jumped and squealed, coming back down to impale herself even farther on his fingers.

aOh my G.o.d,a she cried.

aDemiG.o.d,a Cas murmured.

Pol was moaning softly, pus.h.i.+ng his c.o.c.k into her hand, his head thrown back, eyes closed.

Fiona squirmed against Casa pressing fingers, her p.u.s.s.y so wet and slick he had to concentrate on keeping his hand inside her. He slid his thumb back and forth on the hard berry of her c.l.i.t, stirring up even more cream.

She rose up on her toes, her heartbeat speeding, her breath coming in gasps. And then she came, beautifully and completely.

Her eyes flew open, her lips parting in astonishment. Her hips rocked faster and faster, seeking the pressure of Casa fingers deep inside her and at the same time rubbing her c.l.i.t hard against his thumb.

She clamped her hand down on Polas c.o.c.k, knuckles whitening as she clutched him. He moaned, shaking his hair back, and moved his hand over hers, helping her stroke while she squeezed.

The heady scent of her juices filled Casa senses. He made a quiet noise as she continued to come, her breath hot on his face, her cries of pleasure in his ear.

Pol came all at once, putting his hand over his sweating face, swallowing groans. Fiona rose on her tiptoes, stroking Polas c.o.c.k, rubbing her a.s.s against Cas and pressing herself down onto his hand.

Cas sank his teeth into her neck, enjoying the taste of her skin, the salt of her perspiration. aThatas it, love,a he murmured, licking where head bitten.

They moved together a little longer, all three of them in pleasure, Fiona and Pol mindless with it, Cas smiling and watching and feeling Fiona.

Fiona lost her hold on Polas c.o.c.k. Pol backed away, throwing his head back and dragging in deep breaths, trying to calm down. Fiona closed her eyes and b.u.mped and danced against Cas.

He pinched her c.l.i.t and she screamed once, then drifted down into babbling incoherencies.

aSweet Fiona,a he breathed into her ear.

Then all three of them began to calm, the shattering moment unwinding into warm stillness. Outside the window, people shuffled through the alley, the city waking again from its afternoon nap.

Fiona opened her eyes. She looked back at Cas, eyes languid, then at Pol, whoad sat down on the wooden chair, face in his hands, his c.o.c.k still out and gleaming. She stared at Pol then at Cas again.

She realized what shead just done and blushed furiously.

aSheas shy,a Cas said, laughter welling up inside him. aHow adorable.a aI like her,a Pol said.

aSo do I.a Cas leaned down and kissed her, a slow decadent kiss that told her head stamped her as his own.

When he released her, shead scarcely a moment to draw a breath before Pol, whoad risen from the chair again, tilted her head back and claimed his own kiss.

Two demiG.o.ds, one on either side of her, identical twins. This had to be paradise.

aOur own G.o.ddess,a Cas murmured. aWhat could be better?a * * * * *

aI keep trying to explain I am not a G.o.ddess.a Fiona sat between Pol and Cas in an eatery that was dark but lively with patrons, blood-red wine and excellent food.

Cas lifted his gla.s.s to his lips. She couldnat help focusing on him as he tipped wine into his mouth, swallowed slowly, and chased a red drop from his lip with his tongue. aG.o.ddess, sorceress, archaeologist, whatever you call yourself, it was powerful magic that freed us.a After a brief cleanup in a tiny bathroom at the taverna, Cas and Pol announced they were hungry and it was high time to eat. They wandered out of the alley and to another pedestrian area with sidewalk cafs and shops stretching the length of the street.

Theyad ducked arbitrarily into a cafas interior and the waiter brought them a jug of wine and three gla.s.ses. Without bothering to look at the menu, Pol and Cas ordered a full roast with whatever fruits they had and bread, as fresh as could be had.

The waiter stared at them then turned around and bellowed to the kitchen. A responding bellow came that fine, theyad do whatever Cas and Pol wanted.

The pair didnat seem to have any trouble getting people to fulfill their every desire. Theyad usurped the best table in the caf, and now the cook was happy to make a special feast just for them.

And theyad convinced Fiona not only to not yell at them about taking off to the taverna and stealing from Hans, shead let the two of them pleasure her. Together.

It had been a long time since Fionaas last s.e.xual encounter. Shead broken up with her previous boyfriend three years ago, in grad school for heavenas sake. And never in the eighteen-month relations.h.i.+p with him had she felt what the twins had made her feel in the empty taverna.

No s.e.x for three years, and then bam, she had a pleasure session with two men at the same time. When had life gotten so out of hand?

But Cas stroking her had made her nearly explode with pa.s.sion. Not to mention holding Polas warm shaft in her hand, letting his tip b.u.mp her palm with satin softness and the slick heat of his come slide over her fingers.

Never in her wildest, wildest dreams would she have thought shead be pleasured by two identical, gorgeous hunks of men at the same time.

Hunks of men who thought she was a G.o.ddess or at least some sort of magical being.

aAll I did,a she repeated, awas find the pieces of the jar and put it back together.a aAnd how did you find all the pieces?a Cas asked. aHow did you know to put them together?a His hand slid to her thigh, touching the skin bared by her shorts. She cleared her throat.

aBy working my b.u.t.t off. I surveyed and took notes and hunted and sorted through thousands of pieces of pottery before I found the right ones. The vessel must have been shattered in one place and the pieces moved. Usually pots are found on a garbage dump or shoved to the corner of a room. The pieces might be scattered, but not that much. Pieces of this one turned up in a huge variety of places, as though they had been deliberately separated.a aIam not surprised,a Pol said grimly. aYou say you are not magic, but why should you repair the vessel unless you knew to break the spell?a aCuriosity.a She bit her lip, thinking. aNo, I admit I was drawn to it. When I had enough together to see that it had the portrait of a beautiful man on it, I wanted to keep going. It was a biceps that came together first.a She glanced at Casa, which were brawny and strong without being too huge.

aI wonder whose,a Pol said, eyes twinkling. aHis or mine.a aI donat know.a Her face heated. aEveryone calls it aFionaas s.e.x jara, because the painting is so erotic. What was it meant to be?a Pol lost his smile. aA spell.a aA trap,a Cas added. aBy a demon demiG.o.ddess whose anger surpa.s.sed her reason.a The muscles of his jaw hardened, his eyes dark with old rage. aShe tried to murder Pol.a Pol gestured with his wine cup. aShe used me as bait so Cas would come running to save my life. As soon as we were together, she started weaving the spell, trapping us in the painting.a aWhy?a Fiona asked. aWhy should she want you in a painting?a She glanced at both twins, taking in their attractive physiques, molten dark eyes and handsome-as-sin faces. She supposed that in a painting, a person could look at them whenever they wisheda"but not to be able to touch them or hear them or taste them? What was the demiG.o.ddess thinking?

Not to mention caging them up for several thousands of years. That was just wrong.

Cas set his wine gla.s.s on the table and smoothed a lock of Fionaas unruly hair. aThe idea was that wead be trapped copulating with her for eternity. I donat think it worked, because there wasa"nothing.a aThatas evil,a Fiona said indignantly. aWhy should she do such a thing? I mean, I understand why a woman would want to have s.e.x with youa"believe me, I doa"but that seems a little extreme.a Pol sloshed more wine into his cup then Fionaas. aAh, but she was a woman scorned. Scorned by us.a aShe wanted us,a Cas said bluntly. aAnd we said no.a Fiona studied him, curious. aWhy did you say no? Well all right, apart from her being an evil demiG.o.ddess and trying to kill Pol.a aJust because we have healthy s.e.xual appet.i.tes,a Pol said, adoesnat mean we drop our clothes for every women who walks by. She wanted us to pledge ourselves to her and champion her and help her move up the G.o.ddess hierarchy. She more or less wanted us to be her slaves and couldnat understand when we objected.a aSo she decided wead be with her for eternity,a Cas said. aShe bound us with very strong magic and forced us to perform the s.e.xual ritual, and thena"oblivion.a Fiona s.h.i.+vered. aIam so sorry.a aWhich you released us from.a Pol raised her hand to his lips. The touch of his sensual mouth on her skin started the fires between her legs again, not that theyad really damped down. aWith your magic called archaeology.a Cas turned his wine gla.s.s moodily. aThe problem is, if we are free, I imagine she is free as well.a aHer image disappeared from the vessel,a Fiona said. aYours didnat. Maybe that means you got free and she didnat.a aI do not want to count on this,a Cas answered. aShe might be out there right now, in Athens, searching for you, wanting her vengeance for freeing us.a Fiona stared at him. aBut she was trapped in oblivion too. Wouldnat she be out celebrating that sheas free? The spell obviously went wrong. Why should she be angry at me for that?a She looked at both their faces. Cas was frowning, and Pol still looked grim. aOh, I forgot, sheas an evil demiG.o.ddess.a aShe never liked to be thwarted,a Pol said. aShe wonat like it now.a aI always thought of G.o.ds and G.o.ddesses as good,a Fiona said. aWell, within reason. They fight amongst themselves but arenat too bad toward normal humans. DemiG.o.d means half human, half G.o.d. What is this demiG.o.ddessas name, and which of the Pantheon was her father?a aShe called herself Selena,a Pol said. aShe was sp.a.w.ned by Poseidon and a she-demon of great power.a aOh,a Fiona said. aThat canat be good.a Cas drew his finger across her cheek, the warmth tingling her skin. aNo. As you say, that canat be good.a She kissed his finger, feeling daring. aIall do what I can to help,a she said.

Cas smiled his slow, heated smile that made her remember his fingers penetrating her, bringing her to pleasure with intense, wild friction. aWe know. Thatas why we like you.a Pol lifted her hand to his lips. aAnd why weall give you all the pleasure you want in return.a aAll the pleasure?a she asked faintly.

aAnything you want,a Cas said, nuzzling her. aWhat do you want, Fiona?a She wanted them.

Good lord, what was the matter with her? Shead never wanted unconventional s.e.x in her life. Never dreamed she ever would have it.

And now she wanted more of it. Someone needed to hose her down, because she was burning up.

Cas and Pol watched her intently, waiting for her answer, their dark eyes pools of wanting.

Fiona swallowed hard. aLook,a she babbled, relieved. aHere comes the food.a * * * * *

The twinsa worry about the demon demiG.o.ddess did not make them rush back to the dig to find answers and hide from her. Instead, they settled down to enjoy the extensive meal brought lovingly by the waiters.

Fiona ate sparingly, enjoying the food but too stunned by the events of the day and the night before to be able to concentrate on eating. The twins, on the other hand, ate everything, pa.s.sing compliment after compliment to the cooks.

They had meat and wine and fruit and more wine and cheese and more wine and sweet sticky baklava and more wine. They remained at the restaurant for three hours, talking and eating and laughing with Fiona and total strangers.

Just when Fiona was wondering how they were going to pay for all of it and whether she would have to foot the bill, Cas held up a plastic card and handed it to the waiter.

Fiona spluttered, coughing up wine. Pol thumped her on the back as the waiter disappeared into the back with the card.

aThatas Hans Jorgensenas credit card. You canat use that.a aOn the contrary, Fiona, everyone wishes me to pay with this card.a aBut you stole it from hima"when you stole his clothes, I might add.a aBorrowed,a Pol corrected. aWe will acquire our own and return them. He was the only man we saw who was the same size and shape we are.a aHe wonat be so understanding when he reports you to the police for stealing his credit card and going on a spending spree.a aBut we are spending nothing,a Cas said. aWe give the card and all is given to us. Everyone in Athens will soon know that Hans Jorgensen likes their wares and their food. I am writing his name so he will be thanked, not me.a Pol nodded, his face flushed with wine. aaTis generous of you, brother.a aOh, G.o.ds.a Fiona laid her head on the cool wooden table. How on earth was she to explain credit cards to demiG.o.ds who hadnat gone out in twenty-five hundred years? Athenians had been sophisticated when it came to money, but she wasnat quite sure what a modern equivalent would be.

She raised her head and heaved a sigh. aThey arenat giving you the things because you have a card. I mean, they are butaa She started again. aItas like a running tally. The card keeps track of everything thatas spent and at the end of the month, Hans receives one reallya"biga"bill.a Both Pol and Cas frowned over this. Then Cas said, aYou mean we are buying on credit.a aYes,a she said, relieved. aThatas what I mean.a aYou should have said so.a The waiter put the bill down in front of Cas and he lifted the pen and wrote Hans Jorgensen in a practiced manner. Fiona bit back a groan.

aDonat worry, Fiona,a Cas said, smiling his sinful smile. aWe will pay him.a aHow?a She lowered her voice. aYou donat have any money.a Pol exchanged a knowing look with Cas. aBut we know where some is. And Hans will get it all.a Somehow, this didnat make Fiona feel any better.

They left the restaurant. It was well dark now, and Fiona a.s.sumed theyad return to the dorm. But as soon as they left the caf, Pol lifted his head and said, aI hear music.a Most of the cafs and tavernas featured singing and dancing that lasted well into the night and early morning. The street was crowded with people walking or standing in groups talking to the people who sat in tables at the outdoor cafs.

Cas slid his arms around Fionaas waist as Pol strode off in search of whatever music had caught his attention. They strolled along behind, keeping Polas tall form in view.

aI want you.a Casa lips touched her ear, his voice low and sensuous.

She gave a shaky laugh. aDemiG.o.ds arenat much for being subtle are they?a aI mean I want you for myself. Just me.a His breath tickled deep inside her, lighting fires all the way.

The heat made her blush. aSo you and Pol usuallyaa aShare. Yes.a His fingers slid to the small of her back. aBut this time I think I want you to myself. Mine to savor. Alone.a She had the sudden vision of herself and Cas standing in a warm room, her dorm room, for instance, their clothes on the floor, their hands all over each other. She thought about the way shead held Polas huge c.o.c.k in her hands, but it had been Cas whoad stroked her, held her, and demanded nothing from her.

aWhat about Pol?a she asked as tingling invaded her entire body.

aPol is rarely left without companions.h.i.+p. Women love him. He is, I think the English word is outgoing, always with laughter and jests on his lips. He is irresistible, I am told. While I am perhaps not as interesting.a aDonat think that.a Fiona stopped. aYouare more thoughtful and quiet but plenty interesting. Trust me.a He gave her a half smile and smoothed a ringlet on her forehead. aI wish you for myself, Fiona Archaeologist.a aMcCarty. My last name is McCarty. Archaeology is what I do.a aIt is a part of you,a Cas said. aIt is what you are, this archaeology, this magic that made you search for pieces of a pot scattered across these islands. I want to explore that part of you, Fiona.a He brushed his lips to the corner of her mouth, sending fires dancing through her.

aI imagine you want to explore other parts of me too,a Fiona smiled into his skin.

Cas grinned, his eyes suddenly lighting. aAll of you, my G.o.ddess.a