I had gone to bed late after ripping Poseidon a new asshole. If he hadn’t opened his mouth I could have had Coyrah back fully and maybe she would have even been here with me in the waking world. But he had just had to say something and he broke the hold I had, had on her. She wasn’t seeing anyone but me for those few minutes and she was letting go of her rage. Where she knew that was what she was doing or not I wasn’t sure. Maybe to her it had just seemed that I was helping her to gain back some of the control she had lost. Though to own the truth she was in total control. The fact that the storm had not killed anyone was a testament to that. The storms that Nature made often killed people yet not the storm that Coyrah made. At least no one she didn’t want killed had yet died at the storm’s hand. Yet I knew that she could have, had, and would kill using the storm. It was a part of her as much as anything else was. She was a force to be reckoned with all on her own add to that the incredible power that lived within her along with the darkness. It was a miracle that she was as strong as she was. She was so much more than anyone I had ever met, and more than I deserved. I could only hope that someday I would be worthy of her. She had been through so much just to survive this long. Far more than I had ever been through and I was over a century older than she was. Yet of the two of us she seemed to be the older one. But that was something that we could work through if I could just get her to agree to give me a chance.
Though in the dream world I had used everything I had learned about pleasuring a woman in the last 124 years to get her just to stay. I could feel that she had known I was there. In that place we could not sneak up on eachother. And while we could feel what the other liked or didn’t, we couldn’t read the other’s mind, only their body. When she had turned in my arms and raked my scalp with her nails I could have lost myself in that moment. It was only through strict discipline that I had managed not to do so. Then when she had kissed my neck. I had, had a moment to fear that she might bite me there and bring back memories that I would have rather left in the past. But she didn’t, she didn’t bite me until she got to my pects. Then she had set to work on leaving her mark on me, as if she needed to. But I had loved that feeling. I had thought I was hard before she had done that but as she did I became painfully hard. I wanted to tear off the fine nightgown off her and have her right then and there. But she had said things that couldn’t be ignored. She was mine and I would have her. Even if it took me another century of work to get her at my side I would do it. But she had been right. I was as much her’s as she was mine. It was an incredible turn on when she said she didn’t share. And I had become almost murduress when she had talked about another man having his hands on her or her hands on him. I couldn’t hold with that. I knew in that moment I would kill any man for something so small as that. It wouldn’t even matter if it was my own twin brother. That thought had been sobering. Not that she let me stay that way for long. I could feel the fire I had started in her blood and she was determined to have her own in mine. But I couldn’t be the only one with a mark so I had, had to return the favor. Even there I had hoped that my mark would make it through to the waking world.
But that kiss had been the start of something. I knew in the moment her mouth was on mine, I was lost. I couldn’t have stopped unless she really asked me too. But suddenly she was just gone. I knew that had to mean she had been woken. I woke too. I had gone to sleep in just my pants with no shirt on. I wiped my face with my hand. I could feel the heavy ack of my cock. I knew I was still rock hard but what could I do about it right now. But a quick glance down showed that Coyrah’s mark had made it through the dream world to be on my waking body. There was something very heavy about that mark. I would have to see her. I had to know if my mark had made it to the waking world too. I was sure that she would be going back to work tonight. That was how she was. She would come back to herself and go right back to work like it had never happened.
I got up and showered and dressed. I would go to the bar and see if I couldn’t see her there. I wanted to see her, no that wasn’t right. I NEEDED to see her. I was in no way ever going to get enough of her. That and I knew that she was still in danger from those hunting her. I also had the thought that she would now also be in danger from those that hunted me too. I couldn’t just leave her on her own anymore. I had finally found her and I wasn’t going to lose her to save her pride or mine.
I walked out the door to the room that I had taken over in the building that Poseidon had pointed us into that first night we had been here. I found all my men up and ready to go out. Adian looked at me with a smile like the cat that ate the canary on his face. I met his eye.
“What? What the fuck is that look for?” I asked him as he met my eye. He only smiled bigger.
“You had a good night didn’t you? Damn Brother you would have to find a woman that has as much fire in her as you do wouldn’t you?” He said as he gestured down to where my shirt was still open. I looked down and there plain for all of them to see was Coyrah’s mark. I smiled and laughed at his ridiculousness. But what could I say he had a point. Coyrah could make any bad day better just by being who she was and how much I wanted her made me forget every damn thing that had been troubling me. She was an addition that I never wanted to let go of. I looked back to my twin brother and just smiled at him and buttoned my shirt back up.
“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell you know that Adian. But yes Coyrah has a fire all her own that I am very much so looking forward to finding out more about.” I said. He looked at me like I was killing him but we both laughed. I knew he wanted someone to love him. To see that there was so much more to him than the flirt front that he put up to hide how much pain he was in. I wished there was something I could do for him. But I knew that I could do nothing for him yet. I would have to wait for the time when he asked for my help or like me he had the dreams that would lead him to his other half. I just hoped he would find her soon. I worried for him, he was becoming increasingly more reckless with his personal affairs. But again that was not something I could help him with before he was ready and asked me to help him. Without anything further left to say. We left and went to Coyrah’s bar. I was sure she would be there.
I smiled when we entered the bar because I had been right. She was there right behind the bar where I had first seen her. She looked up as though she could scent that I was close and looked me square in the eye. I saw my mark on her beast. I smiled but did feel a bit badly that I had not asked her if she wanted anyone to be able to see the mark. She had known that mine was in a place I could easily hide. But I had not thought to make the same consideration for her. I would have to do better with the next one. But I couldn’t help the pride that was there in me too at seeing my mark so on display for everyone around. It was almost as good as having a wedding ring on her finger. It warned others that she belonged to a very possessive man. Which I was totally.
One of the girls working for Coyrah came to us and showed us to a table. It was the same one we had been seated at that first night. She didn’t throw us out so I took that as a good sign. Poseidon was thankfully not with us tonight. He had calmed to have other business that he needed to see to tonight. In truth I think he was finally starting to understand how much his daughter hated him and that hurt him. I couldn’t say that he didn’t deserve her ire. He absolutely did. But still to think that he could actually be in pain of his daughter’s opinion of him made him seem almost human. I kept my eyes on Coyrah all night. She didn’t really leave her place behind the bar all night. But she would look over at me often. When she did I could feel the fire she had started in my blood flare up. I hoped that it was the same for her. The others talked, joked, and drank. Finally came Last Call and then she shut down the bar and kicked everyone else out but us. She pulled her hair up again so that her brand was on display once more. She grabbed a bottle of liquor down and a few glasses and came to us. I stood as she came to our table. She smiled and shook her head at me but nothing more. When she was close enough I wrapped my arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck. I didn’t care that my men were here and could see this and I felt no tension in her that said she was not happy with this. She set the bottle and glasses down and just leaned back into me.
“I’m sorry I didn’t ask if you wanted me to mark you someplace you could hide it or not. Though I will not say that I am sorry to see that it made it through to the waking world.” I whispered into her ear. I heard and felt her laugh.
“I’m not bitching. I don’t mind it so much. But did mine make it through to the waking world as you call it?” She asked. I smiled and looked at those I had with me. Not a one of them was actually looking at us but no fool would think that they weren’t watching. But again I didn’t care. I trusted these men with my life and her’s. I turned her so her back was to them but I could see her face. I looked down into her eyes. So blue they were breathtaking. Her hands came up and settled on my chest. I smiled down at her.
“Well look and see for yourself.” I said she was looking up at me. I saw her glance over her shoulder at the men but then she looked back up at me and I saw the mischief in her eyes. She lifted her hands up and began undoing the buttons on my shirt.
She got to just past my sternum when she stopped and pushed aside my shirt to see her handy work had indeed made it through just as mine had. She smiled at me as her dantie little hands ran over my pecs and the hickie she had left there. She moved in close and kissed the mark. I could not have hoped to stop all the blood rushing out of my head and into my groin. And just like that I was just as hard as she had left me this morning. But just as I was going to reach for her to pull her more securely into me. I felt it. Something was watching us.
“Oh I do so hope I get to have first dibs on the little princess.” A voice I had heard once before said. I had never seen who it had belonged to but I had heard it while I was in captivity. Coyrah stiffened. Everyone was on their feet now.
“Stop you lot, don't stand a snow ball’s chance in hell of winning against him. Balius, What the Fuck are you doing here? How did you find me?” Coyrah said. I looked down at her as I had half turned with her still in my arms to look and see who had come upon us. Balius? She knew his name but how? What did she know of him? But then a memory came to me and I knew that she was right. Balius was another son of her father’s but he sided with their uncle Hades. He hated everything about being a son of Poseidon. He wanted to be a son of Hades. But he was a demigod just the same. And though my men were good they were nothing to a demigod. I would have no choice but to let Coyrah handle Balius. I would help her in whatever way I could but she was the only one that could do anything to him really.
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