Banished

Banished

Copyright Tamara Gill, 2012

First Published 2012

Published by Tamara Gill

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Prologue

Scottish
Highlands – The Dark Ages

Chloe watched
the once powerful druid from the trees. His arms flexed with every axe stroke
against the wood. His chest, chiseled like that of the god Heracles, was of
perfect proportion and shone with perspiration. Chloe bit her lip, wanting to
lick every drop from his body. To taste his skin and the essence that made him
who he was.

His trews sat
low on his hips. The toned, flat muscle formed a vee that pointed toward the
one spot she craved the most. She squirmed as liquid heat pooled at her core from
imagining those strong hands lifting her up so he could impale her with his
cock. Chloe almost moaned as the image of his strong hands clasping her and
pulling her onto him bombarded her mind.

She wanted him.

She ran her hand
down toward her sex and touched herself. Closing her eyes, she imagined him playing
her body to the tune they both would enjoy. His fingers were long and held the
axe handle with ease. Chloe wanted him to slide his touch against her aching
flesh and delve between her folds.

Never before had
she seen such a beautiful specimen of human masculinity and never had she
wanted a man as much as she did right at this moment. That he was a druid and,
therefore forbidden, only made him even more tempting. But she liked breaking
the rules. Especially when it meant she would spend time writhing in pleasure
under the powerful druid before her. It made any punishment her father could
bestow trivial. After all, how angry could her parent become? She was only
having fun.

Looking down at
her gown of white and gold braided silk, she ran her hands over the material,
ensuring all was perfect, like herself, before stepping toward the clearing. He
would not have seen her or sensed her; she had ensured her glamor, to remain
unseen, was well in place. If the Druid had looked, he would have viewed only the
trees and cotton-grass swaying in the wind and nothing more.

Walking toward
him, Chloe allowed herself to be seen and willed him to look at her. Needed him
to notice her presence. His gaze, first wary, soon turned to heated desire, heat
so hot that even in the cool highland wind she was warm.

She smiled. “Hello,
druid,” she said, her voice like a cat’s purr, a tone she used often when she
wished to seduce a man. Chloe devoured his form as her nearness allowed her to
see things she had missed from afar. Like the little scars over his chiseled
chin, a large slash across his chest.

The wind picked
up and Chloe caught the scent of the druid’s masculine odor and something else.
Something tangy, yet sweet.

His desire ...

She ran a hand
down his chest before flattening it against his stomach. Muscle quivered under
her touch, and still he did not speak. But there was no need. His heightened
breathing and manhood, now straining against his trews, told Chloe he welcomed
her. She purred and clasped his cock before meeting his gaze.

She liked men of
this era; rough and hardly controlled emotionally. All these traits made Chloe
a happy goddess. They were hard, ruthless, their only goal survival in this
dark time. The dissatisfaction of sleeping with men far into the future told
her where her desires lay. The modern men in their evolution were tame
housecats in bed compared to the wolfhound she knew this druid would be.

She licked her lips, couldn’t wait to taste him and hear his growl.

Cian McKay swallowed
... hard. The beautiful maiden walked toward him, her gown billowing behind
her, allowing him to see every delicious, perfectly proportioned curve hidden
beneath the folds. Hair the color of warm, vibrant brown cascaded about her
shoulders, just veiling the swell of her voluptuous breast. Eyes of the
brightest green stared at him with unmasked desire.

His heart
accelerated as her hand grazed down his chest. Who was she? Was she a lewd hallucination
he had conjured up in his isolation? Her gaze raked him and spoke of endless
nights of pleasure.

Yet the window
to her soul also reflected an eternity of wisdom as old as the world itself. Caution
that the woman before him was not what she seemed made him step back. “Who are
you?”

She smiled and
his heart thumped hard.

“Chloe. Goddess
of Mt Olympus and eldest daughter of Zeus.” Her eyes flickered with an
unearthly light. “Are you afraid of me, druid? I only want to play.”

Cian reeled back.
His mind refused to believe a woman of divine birth was before him. What did
she need from him? Yes, he was once a druid, but a druid who served himself and
no other. And not for many years had he sought the teachings of his
forefathers. He raked a hand through his hair, watched as her eyes flickered
and glowed, her attention never wavering.

“What is it you
want?” he asked, clasping his axe handle as if such a weapon could keep her at
bay.

“You.”

“You can’t have
me,” he answered looking around the glade for any more of her kind.

She chuckled as
she continued to stroke his engorged dick while kissing his chest with a
longing that confused him. She desired him.

“I can have
anyone. Even you, druid.”

Cian tore away
from temptation incarnate. He couldn’t lie with a goddess. Not only was it
forbidden, but she was the supposed daughter of a most powerful divine being. Touch
her once and he would be lucky to live out the rest of his life as a toad. He
spun away and walked toward his hut, steeling his back to continue the path
away from her.

Cian ignored her
laugh, a tinkling sound that echoed all around him, before entering his home. He
stopped. There before him she sat, perched on his wooden workbench ... naked.
His mouth dried and his body swelled. What was she doing? Did she have some
sort of death wish? Zeus may sleep with mortal women but Cian doubted he would
tolerate his daughter sampling the pleasures of human flesh. Especially druid,
human flesh.

Chloe tipped her
head to one side, a look of amusement crossing her visage. “You believe I have
a death wish, druid. Perhaps I do.”

Cian stumbled and
fell against a stool. She had read his mind? He fought to clear it of any
thoughts. One particular thought—of her laying beneath him, his cock buried
deep in her heat, her breasts at his lips’ mercy. With his thoughts, he could
almost taste her. Smell her clean scent that would seduce any man alive.

“Your imagining
intrigues me, druid. Did you not just intend to clear your mind of such
thoughts? Instead I find it busy and full of naughty ideas.” She lifted her leg
and placed her foot upon a stool. His mouth watered at the sight of her sweet
heat, wet and willing spread before him like a platter of forbidden fruit.
Fruit that he wanted to devour no matter how dangerous.

“Do you still
refuse me, druid?”

Cian tore his
eyes from her sex, completely devoid of hair. His gaze traveled up her body,
past her flat stomach, breasts perfect for a man’s hands, her slender neck and
divine features. He watched her red lips quirk into a smile. His body hummed
for her.

And he would
take her.

“No.”

Chloe gasped as
he strode toward her. He clasped her face and took her mouth in a searing kiss.
His insistent tongue thrust between her welcoming lips, and she suckled it eliciting
a moan from the druid. He was all hard muscle and smelled of sex. Her hands
traveled down his back, slippery with sweat from his work and the heat of his
desire.

Chloe rested her
hand on his trews before she untied the laces at the front and freed his cock.
He murmured his delight as his member sprang free into her waiting palm. Unable
to wait, she guided it into her wet heat. An overwhelming need for release assailed
her and she clawed at his back, urging him to thrust harder, deeper inside. His
grip on her hips was hard, almost painful against her flesh, yet he did not
relent. And nor did she wish him to as he endlessly sought to bring her
pleasure.

“Come for me,”
he hissed against her ear.

Clasping his
jaw, Chloe feathered kisses down his throat to lick his sweat from the V on his
neck. She had wanted to fuck him for so long; it seemed a waste to rush things
now. “Not yet.”

“I can’t.” He
gasped. “Ach lass.”

Chloe purred
knowing she had made the chaste druid melt like butter in her hands. One
thought of his bed, and within a second she found herself upon his woolen and
fur lined quilts. She kissed away his shock before rolling him over and
straddling him. Clasping his hands, she placed them against her breasts as she
undulated against his manhood.

A slow hot burn
started to ignite inside. Her breathing hitched as the endless torture of
riding him became too much. Pleasure unlike any she had ever known shattered throughout
her body. This druid was everything she had hoped for and more.

Chloe laughed before
Cian flipped her onto her back and pushed hard and deep inside. She climaxed
again not having expected what his actions could do to her still. He moaned as
his own release followed.

“You have gone
beyond all expectation.”

He looked into
her eyes and held her gaze. “Have I?” he said.

Chloe smiled. “Can
I come again?”

Cian swelled
hard at her words and pushed into her slick, wet heat. “You may come as many
times as you like.”

Chloe looked
into his eyes, eyes which like her own, held many secrets. Her biggest secret was
her lust for this human, a man she had longed for, for too many years. A lust
that should never have been acted upon. She could never let him go now.

“I think you may
be the end of me, druid,” she said truthfully. Never had any man made her wish
to stay, to learn to know his way of life. Him.

“Never the end,
lass, only the beginning,” he replied.

“We shall see.” Chloe
wrapped her legs about his hips and grinned. We shall see ...

Chapter One

Mt Olympus – several-hundred
years later

“You defied me, Daughter!”

Chloe looked at
her father and raised her chin in defiance, a trait inherited from her father who
stood before her.

“Yes.” At her
words the room dropped in temperature and goosebumps covered her skin.

“So you
yearn
to live on the mortal plain, to die after the pathetic miniscule time they call
life? To grow old and weak just to be with your Scotian barbarian?”

“No Father, I do
not wish to live in the mortal way. Cian is a druid, a man who has no desire to
bring attention to himself. Much like us—”

“He is nothing
like us,” Zeus roared. “It is forbidden for a man to attain immortal life. You
knew this and yet you defied me still.” Zeus turned and looked out between two
Corinthian columns at the city of Olympus beneath him. “Your love and powers
have kept him from growing old. But you are wrong, Chloe.”

She swallowed
her fear as thunder rolled in the sapphire blue sky above. Never had she seen
her father so angry and full of hate. Fear unlike any she had ever known slithered
over her skin like a snake just waiting to strike.

“How so?” she
asked, at length.

Zeus laughed,
the sound circling her, wrapping her in a blanket of ice. “In time the druid
will age and die. The human blood that flows through his veins will not be
denied its inevitable course. You will not have him forever.”

Chloe looked
down at the marble at her feet, the stone so highly polished she could see her
reflection. A reflection of a woman in love; one who would defy her father and god
to hold what was most dear, and for as long as it was possible.