Page 37 of Guided by the Stars (Creating Destiny #1)

I grab a hold of her legs and throw them over my shoulders, forcing them open again.

“That’s it. Legs wide, hips up, love,” I command, sneaking my hands under her ass and lifting her towards my face, keeping her in place.

“You know how good you taste?” I murmur before pushing my tongue down, attacking her pussy deeper, wanting to lap up every bit of her taste.

I keep sucking, pulling her into my mouth. Owning her as her whimpers grow and her body shakes faster. “Alexius! ”

“Begging now, love? So soon?” I growl, pulling back slightly. My stubble hits the side of her thighs as my tongue licks her clit in small, gentle strokes.

“I’m so close,” she hums, her feet curling into my back as she thrusts against my face.

I keep my rhythm light, my tongue feather-soft, stroking her clit. I don’t cave. I don’t give in. If she wants it, she’s going to have to ask for it.

“God damn it, Alexius! I’m begging you,” she screams, bringing a smile to my face.

“Good girl,” I growl and push my tongue back into her. She’s close, teetering on the edge, and I’m relentless, sucking with greed, wanting to push her over.

Succumbing, her fingers fly into my hair and she holds on tight as her legs shake, squeezing against my head, screaming my name into the night. She’s trembling, losing herself to the touch of my mouth, rocking her orgasm into me as I devour every last sweet drop of her.

She stills, keeping her eyes closed with her legs wrapped around my neck when reality sinks in. That was a huge fucking mistake.

“Oh my God, that was—” She doesn’t finish her sentence as I pry her legs off me and push myself away from her.

Nora sits up quickly, wrapping her arms around herself. She’s intuitive, realizing quickly that I put my armor back on. “Well, thanks for the taste, love. Not what I expected.” I shrug, giving her a single wink before turning and walking away, feeling like the ass I am.

As I reach the door, I adjust my cock and stop myself from glancing back. She’s more than I expected and if I don’t step away, the danger surrounding me could destroy her. My world is no place for someone as pure as her .

“You have some chocolate on your face,” Daemyn states as I walk through the door, his body perched on the counter, anger in his eyes. He definitely heard us. Fuck it.

“Yeah, I changed my mind. I have a new favorite flavor. No more vanilla in this house,” I tell him, teasing with the truth as I pass him by, heading up for a cold shower.

The jets of water pelting against my skin cool my nerves down, but Daemyn doesn’t let it last long before he comes crashing into the bathroom.

“What the fuck are you doing, Alexius?” he shouts, pissed.

Daemyn is one of those gods who rarely ever is, but when he does get to that level, you’ve earned his wrath. Tonight, I won’t even argue it.

“I don’t know, man,” I huff, turning off the water.

“I was trying to calm her down. Then the way she looked at me, I lost it.” I step out, grabbing the towel off the rack, with Daemyn staring right at me.

His arms are crossed and the blaze in his eyes is telling me he won’t back down. “She’s going to be a problem, Daemyn.”

He leans back against the wall and raises his eyebrows in question, “Going to be a problem? Nora has been an issue for you since you laid eyes on her. We didn’t even leave the falls before you started eye-fucking her.” He rolls his eyes and continues, “Now you’re being just plain stupid.”

Frustrated, I walk into my room and put on my clothes forcefully. We’ve got enough problems to deal with. Adding blue eyes and brown hair to distract me is the last thing we need. “I know! I’ll work on it, Daemyn. Shit like tonight won’t happen again.”

“Alexius, I’m not talking about—”

“I told you it will not happen again,” I grind out through my teeth, ending that part of the conversation. “You were out tonight. How are we with the Underworld? ”

“Seriously, that’s it?” He shakes his head in annoyance when I ignore him and follows me out the door, back down to the kitchen.

“Adriane is safe. At least for the time being. Jax has eyes on her,” he says and I sigh, grabbing the mug of ambrosia I left next to the sink and looking out the back window. Jax better be keeping an eye on her. Nora can’t lose another person.

“She’s not out there. After your ass disappeared, she went to her room, embarrassed.” Irritated that he knows me so well, I shrug his hand off my shoulder and throw my mug into the sink. I don’t need this shit.

“Where are you going?” He follows on my heels after I shove past him, heading to the front door.

“Anywhere. We need space,” I spit out, turning the handle.

Enraged, his hand reaches forward, slamming the door shut.

“Go sulk or whatever you have to, but do it while protecting her. Get to the Literature Hall. Bury your ass in the ancient passages,” he hisses with fury lining his voice before slamming his fist against the door.

“She’s not a fucking flavor of the month.

She’s not one of your nymphs. Don’t play games with her. ”

My lips twitch and I ball my fingers into fists, suppressing the urge to strike.

I don’t play games and he knows it. We’ve fucked around a lot.

Nymphs are good for that type of shit. Nora, though, she’s different.

And since when does he think so poor of me?

“She’s not—” The sound of her door opening silences my words.

“Whatever, man. Just get your shit together,” Daemyn throws over his shoulder as he rushes up the stairs, towards the girl I should have enough guts to go to.

Instead I step out, closing the door behind me, cutting off any idea of explaining myself to her.

What’s done is done. In time, I might regret this. She deserves better.

***

I take a deep breath, cracking my neck from side to side, and turn another page in this ancient book.

Back until a few centuries ago, a group of nymphs were assigned the task of recording new dictation into the sacred pages.

Gods would speak about their journeys, praising their own power along the voyages they took, and each word was accounted for, put down onto paper.

That is, until the council decided this was an ancient, unnecessary practice.

They must have realized that recording your secrets makes you vulnerable.

A creak in the corner grabs my attention and I pop out of the chair, making my way down the aisle of books.

The Literature Hall is a small room holding shelves of scrolls and passages spanning back centuries.

It’s lit by a single window, making it hard to see.

It’s a dark corner in Zeus’ Hall, and experience has shown me that no one ever visits.

As kids, my brothers and I would come here to hide.

Day or night, this Hall became our sanctuary, an escape from Hera and any other god out for our blood.

We even believed the passages would reveal a secret for us to eventually defeat her once and for all.

The bitch is still alive and the promise we made to each other is broken.

At least it wasn’t a waste of time, I’ve learned a shit-ton about all the gods surrounding us.

I look down and let myself relax, seeing that the door is still shut, and make my way back towards the wooden table in the corner.

The sun is already rising, and I’ve got nothing.

I sigh, pushing the heavy passages away and reach for one of my brother’s scrolls.

Scrolls are shorter, telling quicker stories that are told during battle or at sea.

I enjoy coming here and reading the words from my brother.

It’s the only connection I have left to Apollo.

He was the one brother who loved throwing himself into some sort of project for the Mortal World to escape from here.

Today is the thirty-seventh day of our pursuit.

My dreams are growing more vivid with the images of the land I wish to conquer.

I remember this trip of his. He often had some sort of daydream about helping the mortals.

This was one of the few times I was excited to join him, fate just had a different plan.

The day they expected us to leave, Zeus demanded my presence for another assignment.

He sent me to the Mortal World with Aphrodite to play matchmaker while Apollo set sail, leaving me behind as the last brother on Olympus.

The only updates I got were from these scrolls.

We must be close. I can feel it. If only I could get my crew to trust me.

However, my loyal sailors are becoming restless.

They talk of fearing the wrath of the gods as the rain and winds increase.

Daily, I counteract my father by bringing in light and allowing my men to navigate the ship.

Whatever enraged Zeus, I hope it settles soon. Each day the storm has worsened.

Zeus was angry alright. He was livid. A month after my brother left, a nymph stole from him and hid away on an island.

In a matter of minutes, Zeus had commanded Daemyn and I to join him as guards.

He forced the goddess of the land to allow him in and without mercy Zeus destroyed the nymph, sending him to the pits of the Underworld.

More than once today a crewman has approached me.

Each time, they request to dock at the nearby shore until the storm subsides.

We may use them as our messenger, but my men easily forget the powers we have guiding us.

My dolphins will not allow a god to hurt any mortal.

With their keen sight and the strength of their speed, they will help steer our ship through the unruly waters.

They will stand strong by our side and will feed my men courage.

Damn it! Dolphins! I should have started here.

I run towards his shelf, grabbing all his voyage scrolls.

He kept his life a secret, staying hidden in the Mortal World, but there were rumors that he worked with Delphinus from time to time.

The fucking thought didn’t even hit me till now. Fucking idiot!

I grin, reading passage after passage as he talks about the messengers.

He included little details here and there about their power to control the movement of the water, their speed helping to steer his ship, and about their loyalty to his men, their eagerness to keep them safe.

It’s not much, but at least it’s something.

I relax and reach forward, grabbing one of his oldest scrolls, hoping it gives me a clue to how to help hide her.

Delphinus came to collect some of his dolphins today, including my loyal companion Alina.

It pains me to see her go. Delphinus knew I would take care of her.

When she was first delivered, I found her hurt and tortured for disobedience, but she has flourished in the few months by our side.

Unfortunately, the gods are pushing Delphinus into a tight position, demanding only the best for the assignment at hand.

Her keen intuition and the strength of her emotional control leaves me with no doubt that Poseidon will gain his wish.

Alina is too powerful not to succeed. She’s the most practiced of all, owned by Poseidon himself.

She will make sure his true feelings will be felt by the one he craves the most. When she does, I hope she can return to me if Poseidon allows it.

“Shit!” His words echo in my head. Emotional control.

Not many have this ability to project what they are feeling.

It’s rare, and Nora’s been using her emotions this whole time, sharing her pain, her lust, her anger, everything with me.

Her power makes her vulnerable, by opening herself completely up.

If Alina was captured and forced into servitude, they wouldn’t hesitate to do the same to Nora if they discover what she is capable of.

The power itself serves no purpose. The rarity of her ability does.

Once claimed, she’s the treasure to be dangled as a prize.

Without wasting time, I push myself out of the chair and clean up, hiding any evidence that I was here before rushing out of the Literature Hall.

I’m forced to slow my pace when I reach Hera’s chambers and Poseidon’s voice catches my attention, “We’ve been through this Hera.

We mustn’t make a move too soon.” I peek my head around the corner towards her garden.

He’s standing with his back to me, watching her pet one of her damn peacocks.

“You’ll have your fun torturing him all you want. In time.”

Hera’s words from the other day crawl up my spine.

She warned me it wasn’t over, and with Poseidon by her side, I can only guess this will involve Daemyn.

It wouldn’t be the first time they conspired together to flaunt their status above us.

He thinks he still owns Daemyn and enjoys anytime he has access to him.

Another shit-storm to add to our list of problems.

Once they disappear back into her chambers, I run out of the Hall.

We need to plan and I’m at loss on how to handle this.

If I tell her, the chances of her gaining strength increase by just the sheer knowledge of what she is capable of.

It’s like telling someone not to look left and then they always fucking look left.

It’s an impulse, an instinct even. One, I’m betting I’ll have to withhold from her.

Daemyn won’t like it, but I’ll order him regardless.

As I walk through the door, Daemyn places his finger on his lips, silencing me. She’s laying in his lap, sleeping comfortably in his arms. Dread mixed with a powerful rage flashes through me as I watch the fucker I’m worried about pet Nora’s head.