The Gods Made Me Do It Book 2
Poseidon, ancient Greek God of the Sea, ruler of earthquakes and once worshiped by thousands as a fertility god, was bored and that could be a dangerous thing for people around him. Deciding to visit his son, Nereus and friends at the Cloverleah pack; Poseidon causes his own brand of trouble, resulting in a night out at a club. All he wanted was a bed partner for a few hours. What he got was so much more.
Alpha Claude wanted nothing more than to rule his pack, care for his pack members and accept the offer of a warm body when his urges got too strong. When Kane, Alpha of Cloverleah calls and says he wants to bring a special visitor, he was intrigued. But when a silver-haired god walks into his club, he knows his life is going to change. He just didn’t realize how much.
Gods dropping in, visits from family and pesky secrets have a way of making things difficult. Fighting outside foes is easy; the problems that flare between two very different men might be enough to scupper their mating before it has a chance to settle. Will they ever find their HEA or are the differences between a land creature and a god of the sea too great to overcome?
This is an M/M true mates book and as such comes with the obligatory warnings. While this is book two in the series and can be read as a standalone, readers will have a better understanding of secondary characters and off page references if they have read book one and the Cloverleah series, in particular, On the Brink.
Kane nudged the newcomer’s arm and pointed in his direction. It was customary for visiting pack members to say hello to him first. But Claude wasn’t sure how he was meant to greet his guests. His mouth was dry; his cock was beating a frantic tattoo in his pants. He held the man’s stormy turquoise eyes with his own as the group made their way towards him. His wolf, usually bored with proceedings at the club unless a fight broke out, surged forward, unusually eager to meet their guests. It wasn’t until the intriguing scent of salt spray and sugar candy met his nose that Claude knew why. MATE!
“Claude,” Kane stepped forward, clapping his shoulder. “Good to see you, old friend. I hope your bouncers are on full alert tonight. Our new friend has been causing trouble at home all day.”
“I can see why.” Claude barely gave Kane a second glance. “And you are?” Oh, his fingers twitched. Look at that brazen man eyeing the club members like a starving man at an all you can eat buffet.
The newcomer spread his hands and the club noise was silenced although no one else seemed to notice anything was amiss. A paranormal then, obviously. “I am Poseidon, god of the sea, earthquakes, and storms,” Poseidon met his eyes proudly. “Brother to Zeus and Hades and worshiped for centuries as a fertility god; people customarily bow before me.”
“Don’t forget to mention all round pain in the ass,” Vassago added, digging Poseidon in the ribs. “Claude, it’s great to see you again. Can we leave this reprobate with you? We were hoping you could get him laid. He’s been bugging our friends all day.”
“I’ll take care of it personally,” Claude’s grin couldn’t get any wider. “Come, little man, let’s go and have a drink in private.”
“Little man?” Poseidon huffed as Claude hopped off his stool, but Claude could smell his arousal and slipped his arm around Poseidon’s shoulders. “Didn’t you hear me when I introduced myself?”
“I did,” Claude gently moved his mate away from prying eyes. He glared at one particular Dom with a predatory look, only satisfied when the man backed down. “But this is my territory. I’m the Alpha and it’s my duty to ensure your safety while you’re here.”
“Am I going to get laid? Because honestly, it’s the only reason I’m here.” Claude stifled a moan as a strong hand cupped his balls. “You’ll do for a start.”
Start, finish and everything in between. You ain’t having anyone else ever again. “Let’s have a drink first. I want to get to know you a bit.”
“Wouldn’t you rather fuck?” Poseidon’s fingers found their way inside Claude’s pants. As a shifter, he never wore underwear and as his length grew even bigger under questing fingers, Claude was all for throwing the man down and fucking him over the nearest table.
“Humor me,” he managed to grunt, his instincts warring with the desire to give in and the need to have some privacy before he stripped his man naked. He’d never been so pleased to see the door to his suite in his life.
His feet left the ground; strong hands holding him steady as Claude lurched forward. His back met the softness of a mattress and Poseidon grinned. He was on familiar ground. Not content to lie there like some of the men he’d bedded, Poseidon waved his fingers. Clothes were such an inconvenience when there was so much willing flesh on offer.
“Spoilsport,” Claude muttered, pulling back from their lip-lock. “Tricks like that will result in a spanking on any other day.”
Interesting. Poseidon’s butt cheeks clenched and Claude’s grin turned evil.
“You like that idea. Handy to know. Now let me see…” Claude shook his head as thick fingers pushed at Poseidon’s hole. They slid in easily. Poseidon’s fingers could multi-task. “Another spanking to add to the list,” Claude groaned as he tested Poseidon’s stretch capacity. “You’re clearly impatient.”
“I thought you wanted to fuck me.” Poseidon didn’t see the harm in preparing himself. It’s not as though he bottomed very often and from the length leaving smears on his leg, Claude was bigger built than most.
“I’m going to claim you,” Claude said, his green eyes sparkling with lust. Unable to meet such an avid stare, Poseidon decided to take matters into his hands yet again, wiggling and then flipping over, pointing his butt in the air.
“Get on with it then.” He flicked his hair over his shoulder, looking back to see Claude behind him, his mouth open. “Fuck me through this mattress.”
Claude’s mouth snapped shut and Poseidon could feel the power in the room increasing. Electricity buzzed through his body as hands cupped his hips to hold him steady and he felt his hole breached with something thick and warm. “Oh yeah,” he groaned, dropping his shoulders so he could rest his head on the mattress, “that’s what I needed.”
“Perfect.” Claude shoved forward and Poseidon let out a long breath. Everything tingled; his body seemed to crave Claude’s touch. For the first time in centuries, Poseidon felt a true connection with another being. Sure, Claude wasn’t the first shifter he’d been with. Abraxas shared his soul with a Sun Horse, but Poseidon always topped. This; the feel of Claude’s muscles against the back of his legs, the gentle scratch of claws digging into his hips. This was perfection and when Claude started to move, gently at first, but increasing speed within a matter of strokes, Poseidon did something he’d never done before; he surrendered.
So, when Claude’s bulk loomed over his back and he whispered, “Made for me,” in Poseidon’s ear, Poseidon didn’t argue. Instead, he let out a guttural moan as a firm hand grasped his cock; rocking into the touch, his need spiraling out of control.
“I’m going to come,” he panted.
“Not yet.” A firm grip on the base of his shaft had Poseidon moaning in frustration this time. He was so close. The distant rumble of thunder rocked around the room, but it seemed nothing would stop his shifter. Claude was a powerhouse in the sack; every thrust sending the electricity levels in Poseidon’s body rising. Afraid he would fly apart, Poseidon gripped the covers. His balls ached with the need to come; his whole body tingled with growing anticipation.
“Please,” he yelled at last.
“Not. Begging. Yet.” Claude punctuated each word with an artfully delivered thrust.
“I. Am. Poseidon.” He was desperate. He couldn’t take much more. He was sure every cell in his body was going to fly away and there’d be nothing left of him but shattered dust.
“And I’m your mate,” Claude whispered. And for some reason, something Poseidon couldn’t explain, he tilted his neck and cried out as Claude’s teeth hit their mark. He barely had time to feel a sharp twist on the end of his cock. He was coming; his body throbbing with every pulse of his balls, his mind screaming with the ecstasy of it all.