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Tonight. He’d see her tonight.

Chapter Three

Iris tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and
stared at the door of the quiet Earthside coffee shop she liked to
go to once in a while. The appeal for this little shop in a tiny
south Louisiana town wasn’t the coffee or the people who frequented
it. No, the appeal was all in the lighting, or lack thereof. It was
one of the most dimly lit public places she could think of that
wasn’t a movie theater.

Smoothing a hand over her white sundress, she kept a
sharp eye out for a man wearing a black T-shirt and blue jeans. She
and Thunderkiss had agreed to meet at exactly seven o’clock tonight
and they’d each promised not to be disappointed if things didn’t
work out. Iris didn’t even want to think about that, she couldn’t.
She’d even sworn she wouldn’t get worked up about this meeting and
that she wouldn’t get to the coffee shop early, but she’d been too
excited to wait. After leaving bad-tempered Briareus’s office,
she’d read her email to see they were officially on for the night
and she’d gone a little insane. She’d hurried through the rest of
her assignments, zipping around Mount Olympus and carting things
back and forth to Olympus, Inc.’s earthly satellite offices so she
could punch out at four-thirty. She glanced at her watch. Six
o’clock. She only had another hour before she finally saw him.

The door opened and she almost gasped in shocked
surprise as the most beautiful mortal male she’d ever seen walked
in. He didn’t look around, but headed straight for the counter. He
wasn’t as tall as Olympians were, standing at a little over six
feet tall, but he was more handsome than Adonis as far as Iris was
concerned. His black hair glinted in the dim light and his dusky
skin looked like satin. He glanced around as he placed his order,
his gaze skimming over her before darting back and studying her
with dark eyes. He wore a black T-shirt and faded blue jeans.

Iris held her breath.
Please don’t be Thunderkiss,
please don’t be Thunderkiss
. Because as beautiful as he was,
she didn’t feel the least bit attracted to him. He was like a work
of art, something she could admire at a gallery, but there was no
way she was hanging him on her wall. He gave her a small nod and
took his order.

He was almost to the door when the barista called
out, “Daire? You forgot your card.”

The mortal turned to get his card when the door
slammed open behind him. Another man, much taller than the first,
entered the shop. A black T-shirt strained at massive muscles.
Faded blue jeans molded over long, muscular legs. Black boots
encased big, long feet. Iris’s heart pounded as a tingle started in
her belly. She stared at those boots when they turned in her
direction. Thunderkiss had told her more than once that he had
fifteen pairs of black boots because he never wanted to be without
a pair.

He walked toward her, those big feet making the
wooden floor vibrate. Her clit pounded as she let her gaze roam up
his long, muscled body. The bulge at his groin caught her attention
and she stared hungrily. She was still officially a virgin, but
she’d lost her maidenhead centuries ago with a dildo. Through the
centuries she’d explored sex toys of all sizes and found that she
much preferred big dicks. And he had a big, long cock.
Oh gods,
please be him.

He wasn’t overweight. There didn’t seem to be an inch
of spare flesh on his entire body, especially around his stomach,
which rippled with his every step, that black T-shirt outlining
washboard abs and a chest to die for. He stopped next to her table
and Iris tilted her head back, her gaze lovingly taking in the
thick column of his neck and strong, square chin and jaw. He had a
goatee. She blinked at it because she could almost feel those
black, bristly hairs tickling her inner thighs. Liquid warmth
pooled in her belly and expanded outward. A crooked nose that
listed to one side from being broken too many times made her heart
ache from his pain. Wide, sharp cheekbones made his face seem a
little too harsh, too dangerous. She shivered, her nipples beading
beneath her dress. He had the most beautiful, soft gray eyes. A
lock of brown hair kept falling into his eyes and he tossed his
head back, but the lock returned.

Iris let out a shaky breath, her body a riot of love
and lust. She wanted to throw her arms and legs around him and ride
him all the way to Mount Olympus. She shook her head and leaned
back in her chair to get a better look at him. The dim lighting in
the coffee shop darkened his skin, but there was something about it
that seemed familiar. It wasn’t a race thing, it was something
else.

He looked at her, his eyes narrowing.

“Is this some kind of fucking joke?” he asked in a
voice that resembled thunder.

Iris blinked hard, really looking at him. Not through
the hazy lenses of lust and longing, but with the sharp eyesight of
an immortal.

“Briareus?” Her voice was squeaky with shock and
dismay and thwarted love.

They glared at each other and spoke at the same time.
“You lied to me!”

****

BC couldn’t fucking believe it. Of all the females on
Earth and every divine dimension, why did his innocent yet naughty
cyber lover have to be Iris “Butter Wouldn’t Melt In Her Mouth”
Argyris? She glowed with innocence, with her immortality, and he
wanted to howl at the betrayal.

Sure, she looked absolutely fuckable with her tall,
lush body, and rainbow colored hair. Sure he’d fantasized about
fucking her and the way she was dressed this evening made him even
hotter. The dress she was wearing had nearly knocked him out of his
boots because it displayed generous cleavage, a tiny waist, and
full, lush hips. His cock had pointed in her direction and he’d
congratulated himself on finding a woman so gorgeous. But she’d
tilted her head back to look up at him and he’d gotten a closer
look at her beautiful heart-shaped face, full, fuckable lips, and
hazy, blue eyes. Iris, goddess of rainbows and messages. Sweetheart
of the Divine Community. BC had a new title for her, Liar.

They’d left the coffee shop to avoid the curious
mortals staring at them, one of them a pretty boy who looked at
Iris with heat and appreciation. BC had snarled at the puny man
before storming out of the shop, hot on Iris’s heels. She hadn’t
said a single word to him as she set off down the street and he
hadn’t talked to her either. He was a little too busy watching the
way her ass twitched in that dress.

Which only angered him more. The liar. He couldn’t
believe she’d fooled him for five fucking years. He should’ve known
his Pain-Bow Brite was too good to be true. She’d made him laugh
and lust, and she’d even touched his heart, but there was no way he
could reconcile his online wife with the goody two-shoes bitch
ahead of him. He glared at the white scarf flapping behind her.
She’d tied it over her head, hiding her rainbow colored hair. If
he’d seen it first, he would’ve known who she was. He would’ve
walked out of there without speaking to her. His anger manifested
itself in the air. The wind picked up, storm clouds raced across
the formerly clear night sky, and the first rumblings of thunder
sounded.

“Why did you do it?” he asked as she continued
walking down the street. The sidewalk had run out a block before as
they left the busiest part of this shithole town. Woods dotted the
horizon, marking the end of town and the end of his patience. “Why
did you lie to me?”

She spun around so quickly her scarf fell off her
head and her glorious multi-colored hair spilled over her bare
shoulders. “I’m not talking to you, you barbarian!” she shouted at
him, her blue eyes sparking.

BC snorted. “Yeah, you’re doing a bang up job with
that, sweetheart.” He folded his arms over his chest. “Who put you
up to it then? Did you lose a bet to your Harpy sisters?”

“No one put me up to anything. I was on that game
first, asshole. You were the one who came after me!” Her glare was
hot enough to evaporate water. “I didn’t even know you knew how to
use a computer.”

Large drops of rain splattered to the ground around
them as the storm intensified. “But you enjoyed how well I know how
to use a computer, didn’t you,
Pain-Bow
?” He let his gaze
roam over her, taking in her heaving breasts and the flush of anger
on her cheeks. “What happened, princess, you got lonely in your
ivory tower? You wanted to rub elbows with the peasants? Wanted to
lose your precious virginity to a mortal?” And that pissed him off
even more, to think that she’d been having “sex” with someone she
thought was mortal when she hadn’t looked at BC once at work.

To his complete shock, her anger melted away and
something like despair filled her face. Her throat worked, but no
words came out for a long time. When she did speak, it was with
great dignity that made him feel like a fucking bastard.

She swallowed a couple of times. “Look, I didn’t mean
any of this to happen, okay? It was a mortal game and, and it
doesn’t matter. I don’t want to fight with you over this because
I’ve never been much of a fighter, you know?” Her lips curled into
a sad smile. “I’m sorry you’re disappointed.”

She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm and spun
her back around. “No. You’re not leaving until I know what the fuck
you thought you were doing,” he said in a near shout because the
rain started to pelt down harder. He shook her as something
irrational and dangerous reared its ugly head. “Why would you waste
yourself on some mortal?”
Why couldn’t you have looked at
me?

Iris tore herself out of his arms and glared at him.
“It wasn’t a waste! I loved him, okay? He was everything I ever
wanted to have for myself, but couldn’t because you all look at me
like I’m so perfect and untouchable.” His face must have betrayed
his surprise because she laughed bitterly, rain pouring down her
cheeks like tears. “Yeah, while everyone’s out enjoying themselves,
finding lovers, I’m left behind because I’m too sweet and innocent
to be tainted with lust. Well guess what? I like sex! I want it all
the time. I want to have it with someone who’ll hold me after,
who’ll make me feel special and loved and, and I’d like to fuck
something other than a godsdamn vibrator!”

Chapter Four

Iris slapped a hand over her mouth, appalled by what
she’d just screamed into a very surprised Briareus’s face. But it
was his fault. It really was. She’d never felt so betrayed, like
he’d peeked into her soul without bothering to ask permission
first. Her heart ached because the love she felt for her
Thunderkiss didn’t exist. It couldn’t, not when he didn’t
exist.

Briareus stared down at her, his gray eyes reflecting
the storm clouds overhead. His hands still gripped her arms like
brands on her bare flesh. His hair was plastered to his head, beads
of water sliding over his face. His black T-shirt clung to his
chest like a second skin. He was just so big and sexy, but he
wasn’t her Thunderkiss. He hated her, thought she’d manipulated him
when all she’d ever wanted was for someone to love her, to look
past the “perfect princess” façade she lived and take her.

He continued to stare at her, the storm raging around
them stronger than ever. She knew the storm was a manifestation of
his anger, but it turned her on. It shouldn’t have. He wasn’t the
sweet mortal who’d accept her for who she was. He was a god who was
angry at being betrayed. By her.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a shaky voice but was cut
off when he dragged her up against him and sealed his mouth over
hers.

For a moment, she was paralyzed by shock. His tongue
surged inside her mouth, taking what she wasn’t sure she wanted to
give. He stared into her eyes as he traced every inch of her mouth,
flicking his tongue against hers before beginning a slow thrust and
retreat that made the walls of her pussy clench. Moisture, not from
the rain, dampened her thighs beneath her dress. Her breasts were
pressed tightly against his chest, the hardened nipples throbbing
in time with her heartbeat. Iris lifted her hands and carefully
placed them on his thick shoulders. Briareus gentled his kiss when
she touched him, his tongue teasing her with little laps, enticing
her to play with him.

And she did. Slowly, tentatively, she kissed him
back, sucking on his tongue, tasting him in shy forays that made
him growl in the back of his throat. Then somehow her arms were
around his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist as they ate at
each other’s mouths, the taste of fresh rain mingling with the
dark, spicy flavor of Briareus. She purred softly and rocked her
hips against his hard stomach, enjoying the feel of having a male
body between her thighs.

His hands cupped her ass, roughly kneading the tender
flesh as he started to move. Somewhere. Iris didn’t care where they
went as long as he didn’t stop kissing her. This was the most
amazing feeling, intimate in a way she’d never have experienced
without him. Thunder rolled, the deep, tolling vibration making her
pussy flutter with anticipation. This was Briareus, but the sound
of that thunder, the hungry, throaty sounds he made in the back of
his throat were all Thunderkiss.

Her back came up against something hard, startling
her out of the kiss. Panting, on fire with need, she looked around
to see Briareus had backed her into a tree, his big body pinning
her in place. Stark need made his face harder than usual, but she
wasn’t frightened. If anything, the knowledge that he wanted her so
badly made her burn hotter for him.

“Briareus,” she said in a raspy tone. “Please.”

He stepped back and took her hands off his shoulders.
“Grab the branch,” he ordered.

Blinking against the rain dripping onto her face,
Iris looked up to see a branch directly overhead. Licking her lips
nervously, she reached up to grip the wood in her hands. He stepped
away from her, easily breaking the hold she had with her legs,
making them drop to the ground. Her heels were gone, the soil wet
and cold beneath her feet. She shivered, not so much from cold, but
from anticipation. A quick glance downward showed that she might as
well be naked as much good her dress was doing her.