Blown Away Page 4

  “Good night, Lahar,” Candy called up, then eyed the remaining men, wondering what would come next.

  “I think Lahar’s got the right idea.” Marduk also looked tired beyond belief. “Shall we wait until tomorrow to discuss who goes to LA, and who stays?”

  “Done,” Jake agreed, and got a clap on the back from the big god. Candy wanted to chuckle. It took all Jake’s strength to remain upright.

  “Follow me then.” Marduk seemed to be thoroughly enjoying Candy’s boss. “I’ll show you where you can sleep.” The simpatico pair also entered the house and climbed the stairs, leaving her alone with two alpha gods.

  “I need to talk to Candy. Alone.” Enlil narrowed his eyes at Shamash as if daring him to argue.

  “Maybe Candy doesn’t want to talk to you if you’re going to be an asshole,” Shamash suggested.

  Candy sighed. “Maybe Candy can talk for herself.” She folded her arms over her chest, attempting to hold in some heat. “And maybe I’m fucking cold, and sick of the rutting dances being performed around me tonight. How about that?” Candy snapped.

  “It won’t take a minute,” Enlil said, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her inside. He frog marched her toward the stairs. Candy spluttered and looked back over her shoulder at Shamash with a wide-eyed entreaty.

  “Fifteen minutes, Enlil,” Shamash called to the wind god. “Then I’m checking on her to make sure she’s okay. After which, I’m taking equal time.”

  Enlil’s free hand flipped up to give a middle finger salute. He missed Shamash’s shit-eating grin, but Candy didn’t.

  “Where do you think you’re taking me?” She wanted to know, attempting to jerk away without tumbling them both down the wretched staircase.

  “Your room.” Enlil’s terse response did little to quell Candy’s nervousness. The room did belong to her now that Dani and Huxley were mated and the doctor had moved in with her new husband. There’d be nobody there to witness whatever Enlil had in mind. Her imagination blazed up, on fire.

  “For what?” Candy belatedly figured she might have been better off keeping her mouth shut, but she couldn’t go against her true nature now.

  They had turned the corner into the hallway when Enlil slammed her up against the wall, his big hands holding her shoulders in place. He remained scant inches from her quivering body.

  “For some privacy. Unless you want me to fuck you right here?” His eyes glowed amber as they devoured her face. “Because I’m going to be inside you in about fifteen seconds to find out if you light up my damned shoulder.” He growled.

  “Like hell you are, asshole,” Candy hissed in his face, ready to employ all her self-defense skills. Who the fuck did he think he was, and why had his words brought a rush of moisture that dampened her panties? Shit! She stifled the urge to lick her bottom lip. Enlil’s body rocked, frigging hard, and dammit if he didn’t hit every one of her buttons.

  Candy speculated. How could she use this to her advantage? Enlil clearly didn’t like her, but was ready to use her as a means to his ends.

  Fuck it. Shoulder and Chosen shit be damned. Her libido had heated up, and if Enlil wanted to play, she’d show him some game. Just not the full-fledged kind he wanted. His make-out attempts would be truncated due to her superior survival skills. And since Shamash would be knocking on her bedroom door in fifteen minutes, she’d have time to explore Enlil’s luscious physique, yet still save herself from consummation. A win-win situation.

  Candy reached down and spread both hands over Enlil’s taut backside. She spread her legs and yanked him up against her aching pussy hard, then wrapped her heels around the back of his feet to hold him there.

  Her hands swept up and twined into his hair, tugging his face down to instantly devour his mouth in a searing kiss. So, he believed he remained in control, did he?

  ****

  Enlil’s senses reeled. He had always been turned on by a woman unafraid to take charge. But still he felt sucker-punched. How could this annoying, pain in the ass spitfire have all the right moves? With the small part of his brain that remained rational, he recalculated. Huh. He’d bet his ass this was a bluff. And he’d prove it.

  He deepened the kiss to a bruising passion, expecting Candy to pull back at any moment. But instead of retreating, she met him with more force of her own. Fucking hell. Where was this coming from?

  He dragged her body away from his with great reluctance, scooped her up behind the knees, and carried her the rest of the distance to her room. Reclaiming her mouth with another scorcher, he broke contact just long enough to fumble with the doorknob that would allow them access. And hell, instead of catching her breath as he released her lips, the she-devil buried her mouth against his neck and bit him with her sharp little teeth. Fuck. Could his cock get any harder?

  “You’ll pay for that,” he rasped as he kicked the door open, and was gratified when her body shivered in his arms. That was more like it. She needed to be afraid.

  Candy’s room lay hushed, quiet and dark―he’d be damned if he looked for a light switch―and he closed the door behind them. Low light was good, because Enlil grew larger by the second; not just his prick, but his entire body attempting to go bovine. He was having trouble holding back his beast, and if he turned, he didn’t want Candy to witness his transformation to bull in full light.

  He dropped Candy to her feet and jerked her into his unyielding arms, then buried his face in her short, spiky hair.

  “The horns,” he groaned, slightly horrified he didn’t recognize his own voice. “Stroke them.” When she’d done it outside, he thought he might lose his mind, and he wanted to feel that again.

  “I’ll do better than that,” Candy whispered into his chest. Then she destroyed every preconceived notion of how a woman would act when confronted with his head protrusions. She boldly captured his lips again and grabbed them both, hard.

  Gods help him, now they were doing more than just peeking out in the way she’d witnessed before. They were full on erect. At the same time, his shoulders grew broader and his skin toughened under her hands. But she didn’t back off at the changes. No. If he wasn’t mistaken, Candy’s whole body purred and thrummed as he forcibly held off from morphing.

  She dropped her hands―much to his disappointment―but quickly had his interest again as she fumbled for the front of his jeans. Her hand brushed against his cotton-clad prick and his nostrils flared.

  “Fuck this,” she hissed, and worked the single button loose then yanked down his zipper. He growled as she plunged her fingers downward. Blood poured into his cock and he knew the dick that sprang into Candy’s hands was downright huge. He figured that would stop her, but other than a slight hesitation, she wrapped eager digits around his swollen staff. Wow. Had he guessed wrong. Enlil reclaimed her mouth in a hungry kiss.

  Candy greedily stroked the smooth length of him, while raising her other hand to tug mercilessly on one horn.

  Enlil groaned and arched into her touch. She was driving him frigging mad. He cupped her ass and held her muscled globe tightly while he battled not to lose his restraint and transform into animal. He could become dangerous, and even though at the moment he didn’t much care, he still needed to retain control. But all he could think about was taking what was his. And bloody hell if Candy didn’t encourage it with her firm, wandering hands.

  He could already imagine himself tasting her…diving into her pussy’s softness with first his tongue, then his fingers, and finally when her cunt lay spread and ready, spearing her with his hot pulsating cock.

  He brought his hands―the palms of which were just on the edge of becoming rough and callused―up to reach inside her shirt. He wrenched her bra askew and filled his hands with her firm, high breasts.

  “Pinch my nipples,” Candy begged, and laved his chest with her warm breath. She had shoved up his shirt too. When had that happened? Cripes, she wasn’t shy about what she wanted, and when Enlil rolled her pert―and what he assumed were―dark nubs
between his coarse finger and thumb, she arched in approval. He could almost feel the conflagration in her breasts travel down to drench her pussy. Fire lit him up inside.

  “I have to see you.” She squeezed his cock where it weighed heavily in her hand, then turned, edging Enlil none too gently toward the bed until his knees gave out. He flopped down on the mattress hard, the sane part of him wondering what she was up to. He didn’t have to wonder long. Standing between his legs, she bent her head toward his cock.

  “Bloody hell,” she expostulated, dropping his solid length like a hot potato.

  Her shock stopped Enlil’s blood. Even in his near bovine state, he recognized her words. And damn. The whole fuck-her thing ended before it had even begun. He lay back on the bed and raised one hand to cover his face, willing himself back under control. He digested her words of horror; the same that had come out of the mouths of would-be lovers countless times before. The size of his cock in its aroused state scared the shit out of them all. Not one woman who had ever seen him in his near-altered condition dared take a chance on having sex. And he wasn’t about to force himself on Candy now. He might be an arrogant prick, but he wasn’t an asshole.

  In his ancient life―and back in Merrymount―after being denied time and time again while nearing his bull size, he took great pains to remain fully in human proportions while fucking. It was difficult, distracting, and less than satisfying for him. In other words, not so much fun. But at least he’d gotten laid.

  Enlil forcibly controlled his breathing and raised his head to avow that his extra-large cock was an anomaly; a freaky, rare thing and not cause for concern, but the words died in his throat. He thought he’d see terror on Candy’s face, but instead she was grinning from ear to ear. What the fuck?

  “I can work with this.” She chuckled. “Or die trying.” A rabid fascination sounded in her voice, the likes of which Enlil had never heard before, and it sent the blood rushing to his already turgid cock. Candy shocked him even further when she took him once again into her hand.

  She leaned forward. Was she really going to… Enlil moaned. He nearly passed out as she licked around the swollen head of his dick then attempted to suck him into her mouth.

  “Candy…please…stop,” he pleaded, and wound his hands into her hair to yank her away or haul her closer. Which one? He didn’t know. He attempted a protest, but her lips surrounded the first few inches of his cock and he drowned in bliss. Damn. He wanted to lie back and let her swallow him up. One last warning slipped past clenched lips. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.” Wait. Did she just snort?

  Candy worked her mouth free to give him a saucy grin before applying a gentle squeeze to his tight balls through his jeans. “I know what this isn’t getting into,” she snickered. “At least not without an awful lot of foreplay,” she teased.

  Enlil tensed. Had he heard her correctly? “You’d fuck me like this?” He lay stunned. Incredulous. The words seemed torn from his raw throat.

  Candy rocked back on her heels and regarded him. “Romantic to the last, I see.” She took another lick and savored the pungent drop of pre-cum he couldn’t hold in. Gods, she loved the flavor of him. She leaned down for another taste before drawing slightly away. “And to answer your question. Yes, I’d give it a try.”

  Candy’s juices ran freely just thinking of Enlil inside of her. God, what would it be like to be filled up by him? She lowered her lips over his cock again, and with help from her hand to take up his vast length, she put that question aside for the moment and got to work.

  Within minutes, she had the wind god panting and thrusting upward, filling her throat just short of her gag reflex. It didn’t take long before he groaned out a warning, “Move, Candy. I’m going to come.”

  She ignored him, and slid her mouth down farther, swallowing convulsively around him and refusing to let go. The surge under her lips told her he verged on eruption. She glanced up and met his dark, glittering eyes. Her mouth tightened around him while she held his stare. Apparently, it was more than he could take.

  “Fuck, Candy. I’m about to explode down your throat,” he growled, arching up.

  She constricted her grip and he detonated in her mouth.

  Candy greedily sucked down every last drop. She didn’t release him until, with avid eyes, she saw the last wracking spasm leave his body.

  In the quiet aftermath, Candy continued to gently stroke Enlil’s still semi-hard cock while she caught her breath. The fifteen minutes Shamash had allotted to them had to be up, and what a shame. She hadn’t even taken off Enlil’s clothes. She’d bet his ass muscles clenched as pertly as any she’d ever seen, and she cursed herself for missing the opportunity to get a good look. Candy sighed. True, Enlil was about the most abrasive individual she had ever met. But, honestly? Full out sex with him would be mind-blowing.

  She’d be damned if she would agree to hitch herself to him for eternity, but she’d sure as hell be his bed-buddy if he wanted…until she got tired of him.

  In the quiet of the room, Candy lost some of her bluster and searched for what to say to Enlil. They’d had such an intimate moment, and the “after” in these instances always reared damned awkwardly.

  Enlil apparently held no such compulsion. “No woman has ever taken care of me as I approached bull form before,” he allowed. His big body gave a final shudder.

  Candy continued to pat his enormous balls with her fingers, and searched deep within herself for something poignant to say. Shit. Not happening. Instead―true to form―the brash side of her took over. It couldn’t be quelled. She sat up straight, extended her hands over her head, and snapped her fingers triumphantly in the semi-darkness. “Ole,” she cried.

  Enlil’s gruff chuckle in the dark was more than enough applause.

  Chapter Four

  “I’ll be the one going to Los Angeles,” Enlil hissed into Shamash’s ear. He pinned the other god to the wall outside of Candy’s room. The truth and justice immortal, true to his word, had pounded on the door a few minutes earlier, ending Enlil’s interlude with Candy.

  Shamash didn’t back down. “Let’s see what the lady has to say once I’ve had my fifteen minutes,” he taunted Enlil.

  “Touch her and you’re a dead man, Shamash.”

  Enlil fought to get the picture of Candy going down on the other god out of his head. She wouldn’t. Would she? How could he be sure? He knew shit about her. Most certainly not her motivation for sucking him off. Maybe she wanted to try both of them out to see which one of them tasted better or which one would light up for her. Enlil growled, recalling that his shoulder remained unresponsive. His eyes grew stormy thinking about it. What if she belonged to Sham? Wind shook the house and rattled the windows as Enlil held the sun god flush to the plaster.

  Sham merely took it, and shook his head.

  Enlil drew in deep breaths and tried to calm himself. He’d known Shamash for thousands of years and he shouldn’t be letting some tiny virago and overwhelming lust come between him and his friend. But it irked him that Shamash would be going into Candy’s room and―dammit―Shamash never had any problems getting women. His big soulful, brown eyes and that head full of freakin’ golden curls always did the work for him. Sham was ultimately much more approachable than Enlil, and despite the fact the other god was an enormous, logic driven nerd, women flipped over not just his looks, but his hidden animal persona―a frigging, golden leopard. Soft, furry, and purring, it made every goddess female go mushy stroking him as a big beautiful cat. Enlil scoffed to himself. Who wanted to pet a bull? But shit. None of this was Shamash’s fault. The problems was his own fucked-up head.

  He gently lowered his friend to the floor. “Sorry man,” he mumbled. “I’m not feeling good about this at all.” He turned his feet to go.

  Shamash gripped Enlil’s arm, not letting him get away. “We’ll figure this out, Enlil. If Candy is to belong to one of us, we have to proceed carefully with her. Don’t you see the walls she’s built a
round herself? You can’t for a minute think she swears and struts the way she does because she’s not hiding something.” Shamash’s eyes bored into Enlil’s.

  Enlil shook off his logical friend’s hand. He accepted that Shamash was right. Candy was far too prickly not to have some chip on her shoulder. But to be honest, Enlil didn’t have the patience to figure out that riddle. Shamash did. If Candy turned out to be Enlil’s Chosen, he’d mate her, fuck her, and let her have her own life. That’s what he was capable of. If she belonged to Shamash, she’d have someone to whom she could get emotionally close.

  Enlil had to be the bigger man and let his friend have a shot. He didn’t want to think about it. And he sure as shit didn’t want to talk about it anymore. “Fine. Go have your fifteen minutes,” Enlil said gruffly. “Hell, take all night. She’s probably yours. There was no light up for me,” he groused. “I’m going back to my room.” Enlil turned and strode off.

  Shamash didn’t have to knock at Candy’s door. She’d eased it open a few seconds earlier and heard Enlil roll over to Shamash. What an ass. “It’s going to take a shitload of effort to get Enlil to smarten up, isn’t it?” she asked, pulling the door wide and biting on a nail.

  Shamash grinned. “They don’t call it being bull-headed for nothing,” he quipped.

  Candy turned and preceded him in. She didn’t hide anything. Hell. He only had to check out the rumpled comforter on the bed to know that more than talking had occurred in the room.

  Sham shrugged, clearly getting the picture right away. “Well, at least the physical attraction between the two of you has kicked in. But there’s no doubt every other aspect of your budding relationship is going to need a lot of work.”

  “I don’t need a relationship,” Candy told him, and the minute the words left her mouth, she admitted they felt like a lie. To cover her confusion, she asked, “So, what else did he have to say?”

  Earlier, when Sham had knocked, Enlil had sworn heartily, zipped up his pants without a word to her, and stormed out to confront the god. Nice way to make a girl feel cheap after a little oral. The least Enlil could have done was pat her on the head and given her a “nice one” or a “thanks baby.” But damn. Not so much as a salute. And he’d fucking enjoyed the blow job. She’d never sucked down that much satisfaction in her life.