Page 25 of Poseidon's Island Flower

I pulled them down hastily, my erection springing free and hitting my stomach. I groaned, feeling the cool air hit my shaft, and ran to the bathroom. I leaned against the sink, my hand stroking my cock violently, but I wanted more. I wanted to feel like my shaft was inside her.

I rummaged through the drawers, frantically seeking the bottle of lube. I found it, flipping the top and squirting a healthy amount over my shaft. The warming sensation made my eyes roll to the back of my head. I stroked my length slowly at first, wanting to savor this erection for as long as possible.

The swell of Lani’s breasts came to mind as she pressed up against me in the ocean. Her warm skin, her delectable smell. She was the same person who had been in my room earlier in the day, and my balls grew heavy thinking she had laid in my bed.

What I wouldn’t give to see her there, naked, letting me suck on her breasts. Kneading them with my hands as I entered her slit. I groaned, my hand going faster as my need to expel my seed grew greater.

Precum dripped at the tip, and I rubbed it down my length. To expel my seed inside her, to own part of her, brought carnal desires I had never partaken in. To ravage her, to take her, to have her say my actual name. It was all a dream, a dream I wanted to come true so badly.

Those multicolored eyes. I wanted to stare into them again. As hard as it was to keep eye contact with her, I wanted it more than anything. I wantedhermore than anything, but what if I had messed up?

Could she deal with a god like me?

A god that couldn’t handle the smallest of tasks?

I shook the thoughts away, concentrating on her breasts. That was my favorite body part, at least it was now. Remembering how they rubbed against me as I pulled her into my arms, her hardened nipples pointing against her clothing as I held her hand on the beach.

Was it me that did that? Or was it the gentle breeze?

My heavy balls contracted against my body, my back arching as I let out a heavy, prolonged grunt. My seed expelled onto the floor, and the tightness in my shoulders instantly relaxed as I continued to spill.

And spill I did, come poured out of my cock like a damned fountain. I kept a firm hand around my shaft, feeling it pulse until the flow stopped.

As I leaned on the counter, I inhaled deeply, feeling the smooth, cool surface beneath my hands.

My erection did not soften.

I rubbed my clean hand over my face and stared at myself in the mirror. The blue post-it notes neatly lined and perfectly placed mocked me.

I growled, my hand raising and ripping them off the mirror. They floated to the floor gently, but the rage inside me still rolled.

Why could I not be normal? Why could I not get passed this like the rest of my siblings? Why could I not just…forget it all like they had done?

I slid to the floor, my naked body wincing at the cold impact. A slow knock on the other side of the door made me shake my head. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine a peaceful picture of my home back in the palace, where I needed to be, in my workshop, around the creatures, the children, who did not judge me or find me lacking. Where I could be me without the judgement of others.

Lani,my mate, would be better off without me.

“What?” I whispered, trying to hold myself together.

A cell phone was pushed under the bathroom door. I looked at the screen, I see “My Mate”on the messaging screen. “Yes” was already typed into the message bar.

“Not giving up on you yet, Poseidon.” Zeus tapped the door with his hand. “If anyone deserves a mate, it’s you.”

Chapter Eight

Poseidon

IttookeverythingIhad to press send. I couldn’t even write out a message to my mate without sweaty palms. “Yes” was the only word that could be sent.

I could hear Zeus’s breathing on the other side of the door, so I couldn’t very well come out naked. I wrapped the scratchy hotel towel around my waist and exited the bathroom. He leaned against the door to my bedroom.

“Feel better now?” He gave a hearty laugh, his strides carrying him away.

My cheeks flushed in humiliation as I quickly moved away from him, settling on the edge of the bed. I don’t recall the last time I had ever been so hard or hadn’t been in control of my body, even before the incident.

It was still hard, and I pressed my arm into my shaft to hide it. Zeus didn’t seem to care, not that he would. He was proud of nudity, and there were plenty of statues created by humans that also displayed that fact.

I’d buried myself too much in work to care about having or keeping an erection. They had been non-existent, and I didn’t mind that. I kept myself calm by creating new creatures to become my children and friends. For the longest time, my god family was not a true family.

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