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Hell no.

I even got to show him the 69 position, which he freaking loved.

Poseidon also liked dirty talk. He really liked when I took control, but I could see the wheels in his head turning about taking a more dominant role since he was becoming more confident.

I couldn’t wait to get that dick in my pussy. I wasn’t trying to humor him when I said he was big in the shower. He could very well bruise the back of my throat if he tried to thrust it into my mouth.

Luckily, I didn’t have a dentist appointment soon, so no one would see the pounding my throat had taken.

But yeah, his dick.Wow.

He was super veiny, strong, thick, his girth alone made me do an involuntary Kegel because he was going to stretch me so good.

Patience. Let’s find out what all else he has to say before you mount him like a Canadian Mountie on his horse.

Because he is hung like a horse.

And when he finally takes me, does that mean he has officially “claimed” me? Does it make me his queen? To live forever with him? I nibbled my bottom lip, liking that possibility.

To be with him forever.

It was very, old-fashioned, barbaric-like to claim a pussy like that. But I really liked it.

New kink level, unlocked.

I laughed to myself as I flipped through the hangers one by one to find something to wear for dinner. We were having dinner with his “guests.” Uriel, the Goddess of Innocence, the one that made me feel like I was high, would be there as well. As he explained earlier, she was a friend, and “bound” to that terrifying winged demon angel.

Poseidon hadn’t gone into specifics about what mated, soulmate, threaded and sewn together, meant, but I figured it meant married for the gods. I wasn’t about to ask what it all meant now, anyway. I think I needed a few Mai Tai’s before I head down that conversation.

Poseidon emerged from his secluded side of the closet. He wore a deep navy-blue wrap skirt with a seashell looking pouch. His once messed up hair from our earlier ministrations was already combed through and floating like he was still underwater. Poseidon’s chest was bare, except for the few shell necklaces he wore around his neck.

He looked every bit of the god he was while I stood there with just a white sheet from the bed wrapped around me. “May I?” He pointed to the clothes in the closet. I nodded, completely out of my element.

Now I felt like I was Poseidon on earth, unable to decide something as simple as where to eat or where to sit at a table. He pulled out a long navy skirt that had a high slit up the side, along with a bikini top covered with sewn on pearls and iridescent shells along the hem.

“May, I dress you, My Flower?”

A blush crept across my face as my lips involuntarily curved into a smile.

He was a freaking god, and he wanted to dress me?

“You don’t have to,” I went to pull the hanger away from him, but he shook his head. “It would please me greatly to do so.”

Oh, I am in such deep shit.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Poseidon

Laniheldontomyarm tightly with her own as we journeyed through the palace halls, heading toward the area where we were meant to be dining. The high vaulted ceilings, the chandeliers that swayed with the gentle current of the thick atmosphere made her gasp at every turn.

There were numerous paintings on the walls of creatures big and small such as shifters, faes, fairies, and vampires. There were even pictures of the Titans, and all were gently explained as we walked down the hallway. She stared at each servant that walked by, touching their arm to see if they were real.

As a gesture of respect, they bowed and allowed her to touch their shimmering scales.

I kept in my growls of annoyance as she touched each person. She thanked them and apologized for her rude behavior and then complimented them on their looks and how magnificent they were. This was new to her. She did not understand this world, that every touch she gave to another male made my blood boil. Fates, she was making it difficult, but I owed her this much.

She was thrust into the bowels of a world she never knew existed. I should at least let her explore without my jealousy rising to the surface.

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