Making Waves (Mythological Lovers) by Vivienne Savage Page B

back for today.”
    Four curious faces studied me, waiting eagerly for the translation. Hyrum jumped at the opportunity, and before Zeno could decline, Helena accepted for both of them. He shot her a dirty look, sighed, and nodded his head.
    “We will come. My mother will not be thrilled, but she will watch Dido while we are gone.”
    “Excellent. And what of you, Lycus?”
    “Did you need to ask?” He grinned. “I would like to meet a fine human woman, too.”
    “Oh I cannot wait to return. She and I will have fun,” Helena declared. She hugged Alessa close and pressed their cheeks together. “Dante, tell her I am very glad to know her.”
    “I think she’s figured that out.”
    These two will become good friends, I decided.
    Alessa painted a picture of the world beyond the sea. She told them of movies, restaurants, and evenings out with friends at dance clubs. In turn, Helena told her of our everyday life in and out of the ocean, our hobbies, and our Grecian island where we grazed in the Mediterranean sun. She even spoke of the berries our mares fermented back home.
    “Dante was stinking drunk,” Helena said. “He declared himself king of the sea and dragged himself into the water where he nearly drowned himself before Lycus saved him.”
    “I am not translating that.”
    We razzed one another a while longer until the sun kissed the horizon line. After my pals waded into the water, Alessa wasted no time in flinging her body against mine, pressing her stiff nipples to my chest.
    I was hard as a rock in seconds, pulsing to full arousal.
    “Yes,” she half-whispered against my lips. Her tongue darted between them, questing for mine.
    “Huh? Yes what?”
    “Today was... absolutely beautiful, and I want to be your mate. I want you to claim me as your own.”
    It was the only encouragement I needed.
    With her naked limbs molded against me, I drew her legs up around my waist, placing us in perfect alignment, and plunged into her tight grip. The most heavenly sensation sheathed every inch. As I throbbed inside her, Alessa clung to my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin.
    “Deeper, Dante.  God this is amazing.”
    “I love the way you feel,” I groaned out. My breaths turned shallow as I maintained the feverish rhythm she and my inner stallion preferred. Faster, more, deeper, she never hesitated to voice her needs to me.
    Alessa leaned back, letting her arms fall away from my shoulders. Trusting me not to let her drown. I dipped forward and claimed one pink nipple between my teeth. Nibbling the sensitive peak made her core clench around me in a brilliant series of contractions. The taste of the salt water on them, her natural scent, and everything about her sensational body drove me crazy.
    The buoyant ocean water made our position easy to maintain. I snuck a hand between our bodies and found her clit. Teased it. One flick was enough for Alessa to arch and moan my name.
    I became wild with lust, surrendering to the animal inside me. My withdrawal provoked a startled cry of protest, but I ignored it to cradle Alessa in my arms. In five long steps through the water, I reached a jutting section of rock where I set her down facing away from me, her back to my chest.
    “Hold on,” I rumbled against her ear, a single warning for what was to come.
    With her weight braced on the rock, its surface worn smooth from the waves, the feral beast in me took over and drove my aching cock straight into her with a single stroke before pulling back and thrusting into her again. Every time felt like the first, so tight she squeezed me almost to the point of pain. I groaned a guttural, low sound of pleasure and set my cheek against her shoulder.
    Alessa’s hips moved on a perpetual loop. Forward and back, she met the clash of my pelvis into her bared ass. With one arm around her waist to secure her against me, the other remained free to explore and squeeze one dimpled cheek.
    The gentle waves crashed around us, rising as far