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I nod, and that’s all Maddox needs. He sets his drink on the edge, puts his hands on the hot concrete, and pushes up out of the pool. His bronzed skin coated in water drops makes him look every inch the demigod he is.
His hand comes to the back of my neck, and he pulls me to my tiptoes to lay a scorching kiss on my mouth. The public display of affection catches me off guard but it’s so damn good, I can’t help but submit.
When he pulls back, he flashes a playful grin. “Needed to do that. Had to dash all those ladies’ hopes quickly.”
I’m laughing as he brushes his lips over mine again before biting my lower lip. I gasp but then he has me by the hand, leading me around the pool and into the resort.
It seems silly, taking the old-fashioned way of walking rather than bending distance, but it appeals to my human side. Working for things rather than waving my hand to make them happen.
I opt to take Veda’s advice and try to be myself, to tap into that part of me that still acts human and tell myself it’s okay to feel.
At least for today.
CHAPTER 9
Zora
Maddox has hismouth between my legs. I look down my body and thread my fingers into his blond hair as he feasts. The man seriously loves to make me climax this way, and it brings back a flood of memories.
I first met Maddox when I was still living in the Underworld as a human. Finley had come to rescue me, along with Carrick, Maddox, and another Dark Fae named Boral. I was stunned to learn I had a twin sister, and when I was offered a life in the First Dimension, Amell said I had to take it. That day was a blur, but I still remember the first time I took in the big, blond demigod. My heart thudded because I was so entranced by his beauty and magnetism.
I must have appealed to him, too, because from then on, he engaged in ludicrous flirtations with me. At least, that’s what Finley called them. I had no clue what that behavior meant as I’d never seen it before. I’d had sex before—with Amell, and many times after I pressed myself on him so I could learn—and it was good.
Really, really good.
But the attraction I had to Maddox was intense, and when he finally made his move, I invited him into my bed without hesitation. It was a whole new world for me, and I wanted to learn all I could about it.
The first time we were together, he did as he’s doing now. Stripped me naked and kissed my entire body, ending up with his mouth on my most private part. I’d never felt anything like it, and I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I was still shaking when he surged up my body, slammed into me, and drove me to an even more blistering climax. My mortal self was fractured every single time I was with him.
You’d think once I became a god I’d acclimate to his lovemaking prowess, but on the contrary, I am more sensitive than ever. He has this insane ability to tap into my most fragile, vulnerable self and I’m at my most human when he’s making me fly high.
Like right now… I break apart, back arching off the bed, my hands pulling hard at his hair to get him off me. He growls, licks at me harder, and I start to come again.
“Mmm,” he hums against me, and then I find myself on my stomach. He hauls me to my hands and knees, and then he’s inside me.
My head drops, my fingers claw at the soft duvet, and I hang on for the ride.
It’s the third orgasm that does me in because Maddox takes the fall with me. We drop into a gasping, sweaty mess, and I have that moment—always a mere second or two—where I feel the perfection of my life because of the demigod who makes me feel so much.
Possibly too much for my sanity.
Maddox rolls off me and flops to his back. I stay on my stomach, turning my head toward him and resting it on my folded arms.
I feel serene and mellow. He looks wound tight, and I remember why I sought him out in the first place. Because Veda said he was brooding and clearly that interlude we just had didn’t help.
I turn my body to him and curl my arm under my head. “What was the deal with the pool, half-naked women and getting drunk?”
He doesn’t seem inebriated anymore. That stuff must not last.
His head rolls my way. “I told you… diversions.”
Grimacing, I grumble, “I suppose beautiful, half-naked women would be considered diversions.”
Maddox finds that amusing as he rolls to his side to face me, propping his head on his hand. He drags a finger down my arm. “Someone’s jealous.”
“Hardly.” I try to shrug his hand off, but he merely reaches and laces his fingers with mine. And why does that feel so good? “But seriously… why did you need a diversion? Did something bad happen?”
He doesn’t reply, merely drops his gaze to where our hands are connected.
