With my legs wrapped firmly around his waist, Connor shoved me against the shower wall as he pushed into me again. My vision blurred from the sensation of his knotting vortex working its way into my vibrating channel. It was too much and yet not enough… I needed… fuckkk… something more…

As if reading my mind, Connor gave one more thrust, locking his cock into my body as the heat of his cum pulsed into my channel while he sank his teeth into my overly sensitized omega gland. “Yessss… that’s it,” I groaned into his ear as I shot my own load between us.

After he’d caught his breath, Connor chuckled in my ear. “We didn’t think this out too well. Shower sex is hot, but now we’re going to be stuck here for a while.”

“That’s okay. Take two steps back and slowly lower yourself onto the bench, if you can do it without dropping me. We can sit there and make out while the water flows over us. Who knows, maybe we can even come another time or two.”

Connor followed my suggestion and groaned as my ass continued to vibrate. “If you don’t quit purring, your vibrobutt might keep us here all day.”

I gave a happy sigh and continued to purr as I rested my cheek against his shoulder. Seriously, how could I not purr when I was this happy? “I love you, Connor,” I sighed.

“Oni, I love you too, so much.” Connor was purring now too, our chests vibrating against each other as he sought my lips for a kiss.

Two hours later, we were finally sitting down to breakfast at a charming little bistro down the docks. We’d stumbled across it while wandering the waterfront the day before, and had promised ourselves we’d stop here before we went home. After a week in Greece, neither of us were ready to leave just yet.

“Holy crap, did you try the spinach and feta omelet? It was so good. I like the way they served us a mini buffet of dishes. This is a great way to eat breakfast.” I passed Connor a square of pastry. “I know you’re looking forward to having some baklava, but you’ve really got to try this bougatsa. I’m a fan of phyllo dough anyway, but this mix of a sweet custard filling and the powdered sugar and cinnamon on top are going to star in my culinary wet dreams. In fact, we may have to make another trip here in the future just so I can eat my weight in this shit.”

Connor groaned happily as he took a bite. “Darling, I will order the jet any time you want to come here for this. Holy cow, this is insanely good. I wonder if they sell it to-go? I would take a couple pounds of this home, if we could.” We ate in silence for a few moments before he spoke again. “I’m still puzzling over what the warrior’s prize could be, and how we’re supposed to guard it—whatever it is.”

“I don’t know, but I’m sure we’ll figure it out. If it’s anything like what our parents went through during their tasks for the goddess, I imagine we’ll have a bit of a job ahead of us that won’t be solved in a day. You think we’re allowed to involve our friends?” I took another bite of pastry while I waited for him to respond.

He looked thoughtful as he chewed his mouthful. “I think maybe we can. I don’t know, but it feels right in my gut, if that makes sense. Maybe our generation can work together on this the way our parents did on theirs. Let’s wait until we get home and can discuss it with my brothers.”

I grinned. “I’d suggest another dream walk. However, not only is it broad daylight, but we have a plane to catch in a couple hours.”

As I reached for the honey, the colorful three-part mural on the wall across from us caught my eye. Absently, I picked up another square of pastry and chewed it while I examined the triptych of an ancient footrace.

The first panel of the painting depicted a woman with thick, flowing hair running with a bunch of warriors in her dust, obviously trying to catch her with their outstretched hands. The second scene showed the woman being distracted as she stopped to pick up a golden apple, mindless of the fact that the warriors were getting closer. The final scene showed a warrior with her thrown over his shoulder as he held the apple up in his other hand like a trophy.

Grabbing for Connor’s arm, I gave it a shake while I pointed excitedly at the artwork. “That’s it! I can’t believe we just happened onto this place, but I think that’s our answer. These things always depict legends, right?”

Connor looked intrigued as he stood and took several pictures of the mural, then sat back down as our waitress approached. “Can I get you gentlemen anything else?” She spoke politely, flashing a bland smile, but her eyes were darting back and forth between the mural and Connor’s phone as if he’d done something wrong by taking a photograph.

“Yes.” Connor seemed oblivious to her reaction. “My m—er, husband and I were just admiring that artwork. Doesn’t it depict a local legend?”

Her eyes narrowed as she took a step back after placing our bill on the table. “Never mind about old stories and myths. Get on with your lives, hon. Trust me, it’ll be for the best if you just forget you saw this silliness.”

My phone started to ring before I could pick that apart and make sense of her strange attitude. I groaned when I saw the FaceTime call coming in from my sister. Connor tipped his chin toward my phone. “Go ahead and answer it, babycakes. We’ve been gone a week, I’m sure the natives are getting restless.”

I rolled my eyes at the babycakes but answered the call. “What’s up, snot?”

“Are you guys still planning to come home soon?” She rushed to her point in typical Lei fashion.

“Hello to you too. And yes, we plan to come home this afternoon. Why?” I rolled my eyes at Connor. He and I both knew how intrusive my sister could be if given half a chance.

Her eyes grew larger she shook her head. “Don’t do that, besides, you do not want to see Baba right now. Can you extend your trip? My ladies and I are on our way to join you anyway. You know we’ve never needed an excuse for a holiday.”

“Why?” I couldn’t imagine what would make her want us to delay coming home, although I wouldn’t mind staying a little bit longer here in Greece.

“Dude, your flight’s been rescheduled; let me just cut to the chase. Sorry, I probably should’ve led with that bit about your flight. But yeah, we’re totally coming to meet you. How could we sit idly by and let you have all the fun after Lulu got it out of Sam that you guys are working on a cool quest? He says that you’ve been given a clue for some quest from the goddess. And it was delivered by a friggin’ fairy prince? And he also said that he met you in a dream walk? Damn, dude. You have a lot to catch me up on. I can’t believe my boring little brother is out there having such a grand adventure. First you get mated, and now this? I’m not sure if I’m jealous or just damned impressed.”

Connor leaned over to see my screen. He looked like he wasn’t sure which part to address first. He blinked a few times before finally speaking. “Why would Sam tell you guys that? That’s not like him. And what was that about our flight being rescheduled?”

Lei blushed a little. “Hi, Connor. Umm… everyone was wondering how he knew about my brother and while Lulu was talking to him and Jon, he said that his gut told him that the three of us were meant to be there to help you. So he and Jon arranged for your plane to take us there this afternoon instead of picking you two up.”

“Why was everybody wondering how he knew about me? And what exactly was it that he knew about me?” I blew off the whole flight thing, wanting to back up to the first part of her statement.

Lei laughed. “Oh, yeah. Sorry. That actually plays into why you don’t want to see Baba right now. He’s a little bit irritated that you not only scented your mate, but ran off and got pregnant without ever bothering to call him and Daddy with your news.”

“Shit.” I turned to Connor. “So much for your brothers being able to keep their mouths shut.”

Lei laughed while Connor held his hands up. “Did you seriously think that would happen? Maybe if it had just been a day, but it’s been a week now. That’s a century in Jon time. I’m sorry, lambikins.”

“No. Ixnay on that one,” I muttered while my sister giggled. Lambikins indeed.