Page 114 of Poseidon's Island Flower

My body twitched with envy.

That was my job!

It was my job to console him, not another woman. Mated, married, or what not, Poseidon was mine, and I didn’t want her to touch him.

The bed dipped again. Uriel leaned over, and I felt the fanning of her breath as she neared. Poseidon stiffened, but Uriel was his friend. He would not tell her to stop, not when I had seen what Uriel had done for him in the past.

Despite their innocent history, my jealousy roared like a raging tsunami.

The heat of her hand came closer, and my eyes flew open. I could feel a rumble of power from the back of my hands, ready to slap her hand away. Instead, I felt an extension of me, rising from the floor.

Sloshing water filled the room, the floorboards groaning with each movement, and a slimy, squelching sound came from beneath the bed. The loud slap of green, wet ribbon on Uriel’s hand caused her to scream. Her once perfectly curled hair flew back in surprise, and she flew backwards, dark wings wrapping around her body.

The sloshing of wet, flat leaves surrounded the bed. The stems looked to be breathing, waving frantically as if to warn off any danger.

“Oh shit,” I said, watching the flattened vines, now looking more like sea kelp. The vines grew frantic, going toward the couple and shooing them out the door. As they did, the water on the floor rose to Lucifer’s ankles as he held Uriel in his arms.

“Ew, it’s all wet in here,” Uriel giggled. “Did she do that?” She pointed to me without a care.

Lucifer gave a low, menacing growl, and then with one of his wings, he enveloped Uriel and gently moved her out of the room.

“What did I tell you, Bunny?” he hissed, slapping her ass out the door.

My fingers were entangled in Poseidon’s robe, and instead of seeing anger like I thought I might see for almost strangling his friends, he smiled wildly, watching the kelp recoil and fold back under the bed.

“What was that?” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Poseidon let out a bark of laughter, his arms encircling me. “That, my mate, is part of your newfound power. I can feel it, now. I know what you are.”

I tilted my head, my lips parting, waiting for an answer from him, but all I heard was the sound of my own breathing.

“I missed you, My Flower.” His head descended, his lips landing on mine in the sweetest kiss. “You have been asleep for nearly a week, and I was growing worried.”

“A week? I was asleep for a week?” I wiggled in his grasp to escape. I needed to call Candice. I needed to tell her what was going on. She would be worried sick!

“Calm down, My Flower, where are you going?” He chuckled, pulling me back into his lap.

“Candice, she’s probably worried. I just left her again and didn’t explain anything!” I went to grab my scalp, to tug on the unruly strands, but they weren’t in my face like they normally were. My hair was woven into a thick, heavy braid that draped down my back. I felt the delicate weight of the flower petals dancing around my face on small, wispy tendrils. When I touched my head, I felt something sharp intertwined in my hair.

Poseidon flicked his wrist, a hand mirror appearing, and held it out for me to see. My hair was covered in tiny anemones that bloomed like flowers. They waved gently in the breeze. The crown that sat on my head held a beautiful plumeria flower, yellow with hints of pink and gold.

“What happened to me?” I whispered, my fingers grazing the gold.

“You’ve changed into your goddess form,” Poseidon murmured against my temple. “You are the goddess of the sea flora. A blue eye for the sea, a green eye for flora.”

My lips parted, staring into his golden eyes. “W-what does that mean?”

Poseidon trailed his thumb over my bottom lip, his face softening. “You have control over the sea plants, just as Persephone has control over the plants of the land. You can control and manipulate the flora of the sea.”

My mouth dropped. To be honest, I didn’t think I would get anything that cool. I thought maybe “the goddess of caring for people” or “the goddess of making some good poke,” but the goddess of underwater plant life?

And I can make it do stuff?

Like tying my mate to the bed so I can have my wicked way with him?

The kelp came up from under the bed. It hovered over us, but Poseidon didn’t look away. His concentration was on me, and I loved the power I had over him.

I was lying on the bed, and the kelp's water was dripping onto our skin, and I imagined how electric it would feel to have him beneath me. And the kelp apparently thought it was an awesome idea, too.

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