Worth It - Lisa Oliver Page 0,38

cope with feelings he’d never had before. He could sense the magic in the air, floating along on a scent designed to relax. Physically, his body had never felt so alive, and even his tiger was keen for the joining. But then his tiger wasn’t plagued with human doubt. In his tiger’s head, if Zeus was fucking him, then he wasn’t sticking his dick somewhere else.

But there was something missing, something intangible just out of Paulie’s reach. The words Zeus spoke before the kiss were powerful, calling to a deep need in Paulie’s soul. But his actions afterwards… what’s the word I’m looking for? Clinical? And his response to the question of claiming…

“Can I move?” Zeus interrupted Paulie’s very human doubts. “I promise you’ll feel good in a minute.”

Paulie nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Zeus looked incredible before, but now naked, poised above him like a warrior of old, with gleaming skin and hard features, his mate was Paulie’s dream come to life. Hooking Paulie’s other leg up on his shoulder, Zeus looked down to where they were joined, his teeth bared as he slowly pulled back slightly and then thrust back in. Paulie jolted, the feeling totally alien to anything he’d ever felt, but before he could process that thought, Zeus did it again.

And again.

And again.

They got into a rhythm of sorts. Well, Paulie assumed it was a rhythm although he couldn’t move an inch. Zeus had him, held him where he wanted him to be, his chiseled butt flexing with every thrust – his focus on where his dick went into Paulie’s body absolute.

Paulie’s body responded. It was difficult not to when there was a spot deep inside of him that seemed to vibrate with Zeus’s movements. There wasn’t any pain, just an overwhelming sense of fullness. Paulie had orgasmed before. He recognized the signs as Zeus’s movements got faster. He knew his heart was beating more rapidly, his breath was coming out in grunts, and every time Paulie breathed in, he got another dose of magic which was clearly meant to make him feel good. It seemed petty of him to recognize there was a part of him that felt disjointed from the whole experience, almost as if he was watching Zeus plundering someone else’s body.

And yet, it was his blood that was thundering around his body, his balls that were tightening. Paulie closed his eyes, unable to watch as his orgasm sprinted towards the finish line. A particularly hard thrust had Paulie yelling Zeus’s name, his fists clenching the covers as his balls unloaded.

The thrusts stuttered and then Zeus roared loud enough for the neighbors to hear, his body frozen. Opening his eyes slowly, what Paulie saw would be engrained in his mind forever. Zeus’s eyes were tightly closed, the veins in his neck standing out in stark relief due to the way his head was thrown back. His mouth was open, but his teeth were clenched as if he was grimacing, the muscles in his back and butt twitching as the god’s orgasm rocked through him. And then Zeus slumped, his head down, his muscles relaxing.

Silence. Paulie wasn’t sure what to say. There was no evidence of a claiming. No magical joining of the souls, or a chorus of angels singing. Paulie didn’t feel anything but tired, and now hellishly confused. He kept watching his mate, waiting for a sign of something. Zeus breathed heavily for a moment, and then looked up, meeting Paulie’s eyes.

“That was awesome. You were brilliant for a first time. So, shall I meet you here again, same time tomorrow?”

What the… Paulie’s heart broke all over again as Zeus slowly pulled himself free and then disappeared quickly. The leather waistcoat on the side of the bed was the only sign Zeus had even been there – well, that and the mess between Paulie’s butt cheeks. Too tired for tears, or a cleanup, Paulie grabbed the edge of the coverlet and wrapped it around himself, covering himself completely in a little cocoon. Zeus’s scent didn’t provide the comfort he’d hoped for. Even his tiger was uncommonly quiet.

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Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Zeus stumbled as he rematerialized in his private sleeping quarters, every cell in his body rioting with emotion. Grabbing a robe, he wrapped it around himself, ignoring the smears on his leg left by a happy cock.

I am a god. I don’t need to feel this way. I refuse to feel this way. I just won’t. Zeus forced himself upright, the