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Don't Fight It (The Gods Made Me Do It Book 3) by Lisa Oliver (7)

“You came for me,” Jason’s arms were steel bands around Lasse’s waist. “I can’t believe you came to the underworld for me.”

There were a lot of things Lasse could’ve said to that, but he never got a chance. Hot lips sucked the breath from his lungs as his back landed with a thump against the wall. Jason’s skin was greasy with sweat and covered in grit; irregularities and jagged skin under Lasse’s fingers suggested Jason hadn’t come through his fight unscathed. But Lasse’s world narrowed; thinking of nothing but the desperation behind their kisses and the thick lump pressing against his groin.

The urge to use his magic was strong; if Jason had been any other man, Lasse would’ve used it, eager to hurry things along. Instead he resorted to more basic means, fingers tugging at Jason’s zipper, eager to find flesh. Jason caught on in a flash, their kiss broken as Jason shoved his hand away.

“Let me.” Jason’s voice thrummed with urgency that resonated with Lasse’s soul. This wasn’t a usual position for him to be in; there was no bed, no sweet and gentle caresses. Lasse knew without asking he was going to be on the receiving end for their first time and while there was a tiny part of him that longed for just a touch more romance, the touches Jason gave him were invoking feelings he didn’t know he was capable of.

Lasse hadn’t realized how anemic his sex life had become before this moment. Jason delivered raw passion, holding nothing back, sparking a primal response. Battle scarred hands, such a contrast to the fine delicacy Lasse had convinced himself he wanted, caused groans to bubble from his throat and Lasse was helpless to stop them. A cool breeze around his ass and a weight around his ankles let him know his pants were down and this time Lasse shivered for a different reason. It’d been a long, long, long time since he’d been on the receiving end.

“Don’t worry,” Jason growled in Lasse’s ear. “I’m not a total barbarian. I’ll take care of you.”

Yeah, Lasse’s body thrummed with so much tension he was ready to beg and that wasn’t something the son of Poseidon was known for. Cock, balls, back, butt; his entire body thrummed with urgency. “Brace yourself.” Lasse was suddenly facing the wall. Slapping his hands on the textured surface, Lasse bent his head and arched out his butt. Not flinching, not flinching, d-a-a-a-m-n.

Lasse risked a look over his shoulder. No sign of Jason and that would be because the warrior was currently slurping up a storm between his ass cheeks. His ankles hampered by his pants, Lasse couldn’t spread his legs apart any further, but he did lean his chest into the wall, pushing his butt against Jason’s mouth.

Who knew I’d missed this? Being old meant there wasn’t anything Lasse hadn’t tried sexually in his long life, but as he’d graduated from mermen guards, to earth warriors, through to more genteel humans, Lasse thought he knew what he wanted. Smaller men didn’t expect him to bottom and they rarely rimmed him. The subs at Damien’s club were compliant, beautiful and lusty, but they still lay there waiting for orders.

There’s something to be said for not being in control, Lasse groaned as Jason tickled his prostate. The words “fuck me” danced on the end of his tongue but he swallowed them down. I will not beg. But by the heavens, it was so hard not to, when Jason licked and teased at the nerve endings around his hole, opening him up. Lasse’s fingers curled against the wall plaster, his fingernails leaving gouges. Finally, with a final slurp, Jason stood, and Lasse felt a slab of thick meat slapping against his butt crack.

“Relax.” Jason’s voice was strained and if there was any comfort Lasse got out of his frustration it was that his mate was in the same position.

“I’ll fucking thump you if you don’t get on with it.” Okay, that wasn’t begging, not really. Lasse blew out noisily as Jason’s cock finally breached his hole and tears stung his eyes. Lasse forced himself not to so much as twitch, because he knew Jason would stop and as much as there were muscles of his getting one hell of a stretch, Lasse didn’t want his mate to stop now. Not when the fire and water in his veins knew this was the connection he’d been waiting for. The pleasure will fucking come…now would be good.

By the time Jason’s balls finally kissed his ass, Lasse was panting like a woman in the final stages of labor. His erection had all but disappeared, yet when Jason brushed his hair away from his neck, and Lasse felt the tickle of the man’s facial hair on his shoulder, he relaxed. He was stretched to breaking point, fuller than he’d ever been, yet Jason was like a statue, only the slight tremble of his hands and the forced breathing showing how hard his mate was fighting for control.

“Move,” Lasse grunted. “I can take it.”

“Oh, my precious demi-god, our mating is not something you should have to endure.” Lasse felt a surge of magic and flames of pleasure spread from every place Jason touched him. Jason’s hands ran from his hips up his torso, lighting a fire that flickered over his skin and by the time they’d reached his nipples Lasse was groaning for a totally different reason.

“You were made for me. No other has felt my sphinx’s fire,” Jason crooned against his ear, following his sensuous words with a sharp nip. Head thrown back, Lasse closed his eyes and gave himself up to the mass of feelings overtaking and consuming his body.

/~/~/~/~/

The urge to fuck after a fight was something Jason accepted as part of his makeup and something he’d done countless times in his checkered past. But the moment Lasse opened his mouth to let his tongue slip inside, Jason could feel the difference in their pairing in his very soul. To see such a strong man, braced against the wall, prepared to accept everything Jason had to offer without question humbled him and made him feel a twinge of guilt.

He was rough. Being gentle wasn’t part of who he was. It was his sphinx that reminded him of the power his sister had told him about millennia ago and just seeing Lasse melt made Jason feel like a god. The tight grip around his dick eased and Jason was finally able to move.

And move he did. It wasn’t as though he could stop. His sphinx, usually dormant during any intimate acts, sprang to life, pushing for the connection they craved. Lasse groaned and cursed, his hands still holding the wall, his back muscles gleaming in the soft light of a nearby lamp. Jason wished he’d shown the tiny ounce of patience needed for them to find a horizontal flat surface. He’d love to feel those hands on him, gripping his biceps while Lasse urged him on. But that would have to wait for another time. His body primed from his fight with Cerberus, and now fueled by Lasse’s passion, Jason didn’t even try to hold back. His groin slapped into Lasse with every thrust, hard enough to leave bruises, but fuck it felt good.

As his balls tightened, Jason slid his hand down Lasse’s thick chest and solid abs, reaching for the low slung length, finding it slick with precome. Gripping it firmly, Jason used the thrusts from his hips to propel the length through his cupped hand. Lasse’s face was bright red; his beard quivering with every moan and as Jason felt the moment of no return, he stretched his mouth and bit down hard on the expanse of skin he’d cleared of hair on Lasse’s neck.

The skin resisted, but not for long and as Jason’s teeth slid though and his mouth filled with Lasse’s life essence, the combination of fire and water set off his orgasm. Clinging on with teeth and hands, Jason thrust just twice more before his balls forced him to stop and he poured his seed deep inside his mate. A sticky warmth coated the hand covering Lasse’s dick and Jason mentally sighed with relief that his mate reached his own release.

Tonguing over the bite he made, Jason flinched then yelled as he felt like someone slapped him on his lower back followed by a burning sensation over his heart. “What the fuck?”

Leaning his head on one of his arms, Lasse chuckled. “Welcome to the family,” he said, his voice raspy. “I think my dad’s just said hi.”

“Poseidon was here?” Pulling his dick out as carefully as he could, Jason spun around as soon as he was free, but the living room was empty. Only a strong scent of the sea remained.

“Instant tattoos in lieu of a bite, given that my family aren’t shifters as such.” Lasse was still laughing, resting against the wall, his cock softening, and his pants tangled around his ankles. Jason felt a surge of pride he’d debauched his mate in such a way. “I didn’t realize it was a family thing until my brother Nereus met his mates, Raff and Teilo. Poseidon took a liking to Raff who’s a rare red wolf shifter and when Nereus claimed him, Raff was awarded a stunning tattoo on his lower back of crashing waves while Nereus wears a tramp stamp with ‘Property of Raff’ on it. When they claimed Teilo as their third, he got the same tramp stamp as Nereus. They all wear matching trident, waves and dolphin tattoos over their heart.”

Jason looked down at his pectoral muscle and sure enough, he now sported a new tattoo. A trident with the prongs encircled by the sun, two dolphins leaping to form the suggestion of a heart shape below. Lasse wore one identical to it. Then Jason remembered what Lasse said about the tramp stamp his brother wore. “Please tell me I haven’t got ‘property of Lasse’ printed on my ass,” he said, trying to look over his shoulder and see. “I have no problem with being your fated mate, but I don’t believe we own each other.”

“Raff was always going to be the little guy in his triad with my brother. Poseidon just wanted him to feel special.” Lasse pushed himself off the wall and shuffled closer. Jason closed his eyes as Lasse traced over his lower back. “móni tis den ypervaínei.” Lasse’s whisper captured the Greek inflection perfectly.

“Alone no more.” Jason’s eyes filled and he hurriedly blinked. “Come my mate,” he said quickly to divert his mate from seeing his weakness, “we’ve both had a long day. Perhaps we can share that bath you mentioned before I got carried away and rest together?”

Lasse’s hand rested on his shoulder. “Done,” the man winked and seconds later Jason groaned as he stretched his muscles in a crystal hot pool filled with wonderfully hot water. I could get used to this luxury, he thought as Lasse stretched out beside him. Very easily.

 

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