Goddess of Love (Goddess Summoning #5)(26)

Pea's body was another surprise. She'd seemed so small and even fragile in the overly large clothes she wore. Now he could see that her body was sleek without being thin and lithely muscled without being bulky. Her br**sts teased him. They weren't large, but they were exquisitely formed - no, they were more than exquisite. They were pouty globes that puckered invitingly. Her bu**ocks...Vulcan was mesmerized by the sight of her well-rounded, womanly bottom moving so seductively. It seemed to cry out for his touch - for him to cup her sweetness in his hands and lift her to him and...

He couldn't bear it any longer; she was like a drug invading his body. Vulcan succumbed to the overwhelming urge to touch her. Just for an instant he sent a single strand of his divine essence through the fiery thread and let it lick her body.

Pea writhed.

Shifting, he loosened the tie of the short linen wrap he wore slung low about his hips and his erection lifted, full and hard, against his belly. As if she could sense his desire, Pea concluded her dance and, skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat in the flickering candlelight, she lay back on the bed. She closed her eyes and let her hands glide over her body. Hesitantly at first, and then with growing passion, she cupped her br**sts. As her thumbs rubbed over her ni**les her head fell back against the pillows. Vulcan saw her mouth open with a moan and watched as her caresses went from unsure to heated.

The god's breathing deepened with hers. His heartbeat increased. Mirroring her moan he wrapped his hand around his phallus and began to slowly pump while he continued to watch her. Pea slid her hands from her br**sts down her stomach, pulling off her panties in one smooth movement. Then she lifted her knees and let her fingertips play over the silken skin of her parted thighs.

Languidly her legs fell open as she moaned again. Her naked body was exposed to him now and he could see her luscious pink center and the dampness of the dark triangle of curls there. The fingertips of both of her hands glided over those curls, rubbing slowly, erotically, before she moved two fingers deeper into her core.

Vulcan gasped and allowed himself another indulgence. Following the fiery thread of his being, his essence covered her mound, caressing her with his heat and magic while he inhaled her scent and taste. Vulcan increased the speed of his strokes. With an intensity he'd never before felt, Vulcan longed to bury himself between her legs - to stroke her over and over and over - to feel her soft, wet heat and to claim her as his own.

Eyes still closed, Pea began to move her fingers faster, deeper within her folds - teasing and rubbing until her hips caught the rhythm, moving and thrusting. Vulcan's hand stroked faster, too. His whole world had become the alluring Siren in the fiery vision. His lust was white hot, drifting across her body like a living thing of its own. When she tensed and then cried out in ecstasy his own orgasm sped through his body, pulling him to his knees where he shuddered, helpless to a desire that left him physically spent, but still wanting more...still wanting her...

Vulcan watched until Pea fell into a satiated sleep, and still he continued to watch, and to dream. If only...

Chapter Eight

A delicious aroma tickled Venus awake. She glanced at the sky outside her bedroom window. Thankfully the rain had stopped. It was a clear, beautiful day and, judging from the position of the sun, almost midmorning.

Definitely time for the Goddess of Love to go to work.

She showered and dressed quickly, appreciating Pea's well-stocked guest bathroom with its generous selection of scented soaps and lotions. Then, humming an ancient fertility song, she followed the wonderful smells that had awakened her into the kitchen where she was instantly bombarded by Scottie and cat love. Cooing good mornings to Chloe and Max, she fondled the adorable animals.

"Good morning, Goddess of Love!" Pea practically sang. "I don't know how you like your coffee, but there's cream and sugar on the table, and if you have a seat I'll have our omelets ready in a jiff."

Venus gave Pea a contemplative look and then smiled knowingly. "I told you pleasuring yourself properly is a good thing."

Pea glanced over her shoulder at the goddess. Her cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkled. "It must have been the ambrosia. I swear I felt like I was on fire. You were definitely right."

"Of course I was. You must learn to trust me in these matters. I don't just know love; I am love."

She poured herself some of the dark liquid Pea called coffee, and then added a little cream and sugar. She sipped and her violet eyes widened. "By Ares's stonelike bu**ocks, this is a delightful drink!"

"Ares?" Pea asked, flipping their omelets and adding a healthy sprinkling of shredded cheese.

"The God of War. He's tedious, always preoccupied with weapons and battle strategy and exercise, but I must admit his bu**ocks are perfect." Venus drank her coffee and nibbled at a piece of jam-covered toast. "Which reminds me - what type of men do you find most attractive?

Muscular or lean? Tall or short? What is your preference?"

Pea slid one omelet on Venus's plate and one on her own, thinking carefully before she answered the goddess. "Would it be stupid and cliched to say that I like tall, muscular men?"

Venus's smile was like a cat lapping cream. "Darling, there is nothing stupid or cliched about enjoying a tall, well-built man."

"I don't mean that he has to be all ridiculously bulked up, so that he spends all his time obsessively working out."