Fallen (Dark God Saga) (10 page)

Leaning down, he kissed her quick, before taking his cock and moving it up and down her slit. She tensed, and he halted, his beautiful cobalt gaze scanning her features.

“What’s wrong?”

Simone had felt gauche before. The time when her prom-date and ex had called her a cold fish because she wouldn’t allow him to go past second base, or when Janet or Jackson mentioned something sex-related she knew nothing about. But nothing compared to this. How did you tell the sexiest man you’d ever met that while you wanted him to screw your brains out, you’d suddenly remembered that you weren’t one of those girls who immediately gave up the goodies, and were wondering if he’d mind waiting? God, he was going to think she was a freaking’ psycho. And she wouldn’t blame him. Hell, if Janet could hear her thoughts, her best friend would call her stupid. And for once, Simone would agree.

“I’m sorry—I—I—.”

His lips brushed hers and his cock retreated as Thanatos kissed between the valley of her breasts and then sucked gently, before applying pressure, at her nipples.

Between her groans, her moans, her ‘oos’ and ‘ahs,’ Simone forgot what it was she wanted to tell him. As her second orgasm approached, she felt his finger seeking at her entrance and pushed her legs wide for it. As soon as his finger entered her, she came, his name a loud cry on her lips.

***

He did not take her that night.

Thanatos remained awake as she fell into an orgasm-induced slumber and thought of how delicious it would feel to be buried inside of her. He fully intended to be—buried inside of Simone—but for once, he saw no reason to rush it. There was an inner turmoil in Simone Randall he wanted gone when he first took her. He understood nerves. She was a virgin, a thought that was beginning to please some primitive part of him but he sensed something else, something that could possibly become regret. Even as the dormant god inside of him refused to entertain the thought of regret, he refused to chance it. She was too—
what?
She was just different.

A little moan escaped her lips and Thanatos reached for the cover and pulled it over them, wrapping his body tighter around her. Unconsciously, she smiled. Thanatos found himself returning it. His human life had just become considerably more tolerable.

How did one woo a human female one found worthy enough for wooing? As the question stumped him—Thanatos wasn’t the wooing type—he thought of his brother. Hypnos would know these things. His twin was more the wooing variety. 

***

On Monday, Simone could not stop grinning. Everyone at her job noticed and equated it with the fact that she’d attended the most exclusive Halloween event ever, but that was not the cause. She was glad she’d gone to the Ball, but not because of its exclusivity. Simone was glad because in exactly six hours and fifty minutes, she’d be having dinner with the amazing, wonderful, and another range of good superlatives, man she’d met there.

She thought back to Sunday, when she’d awoken naked, and wrapped in Thanatos’s arms. He’d obviously been staring at her for a while because his eyes were clear, and he was propped up on an elbow, his bicep more pronounced. Her first thought had been that she could definitely get used to this, followed by a string-of-expletives.

Had she slept with him? He must have seen the horror in her eyes because he arched a brow and answered that she was still intact, which made her blush like holy hell. He also followed that up with a thorough kiss that was a promise to do something about said ‘intactness.’ Because if it wasn’t, she didn’t know what promises were anymore. And then they’d dressed, and boarded the same flight back to New York, as Simone had slept through her morning flight.

Although she’d given him her business card and the rest of the digits, Simone had expected him to wait at least two days before calling her because wasn’t there some rule that stated that? She’d just settled in, and had been petting an obviously lonely Misty, when her cell rang. That call had resulted in the dinner date that she was anticipating.

“What is so lovely about your Windows screensaver?”

Jack’s voice pulled her from her thoughts and she turned to find him staring at her with a raised brow and an ‘I always knew you were crazy’ look.

“Nothing. Did you get my sub?” Simone asked, feeling her stomach grumble. Except for the minor minutes spent daydreaming about Thanatos, she’d had a pretty busy morning. She’d been interrogated by Johnson from the moment she’d arrived at eight fifty seven. He’d gone over her story, had mentioned disappointment about the fact that her wires had not worked—
thank god
—and the fact that she only had one picture, of the outside of the old plantation. But overall, he’d been pleased, smiling ever so often as he read through her story.

“Well hello to you to you, biatch,” Jack muttered, which only made Simone grin. Reaching into the paper bag, he handed over her sub and dragged a chair into her cubicle.

“So, are you going to tell me why your wires malfunctioned?” Jack deadpanned, which made Simone’s grin fade and his appear.

He took a bite of his sub and Simone replied, “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” She didn’t know why it malfunctioned, but was damned glad it had. If it had worked, she would have had to destroy them herself. Maybe throw water on them or something. There was no way anyone was going to hear what had happened between her and Thanatos.

 “Oh please, you’ve been smiling like someone officially petted your kitty since you came in here this morning,” Jack whispered, a wink his blue eyes.

Except for almost choking, Simone had little reaction.

“W-what!”

Jack cast her a glare before saying, “Simone, I’ve known you for years, and I’ve never seen you smile like that. So, you either won the lottery or you got your
aha
petted. Since you showed up for work, the lottery’s out, which leaves—.”
          “Got it,” Simone quickly said, looking around as if she could see through the cubicles to who was eavesdropping on their conversation.

“So you gonna tell me who did it, and how he did it, or am I gonna have to get louder in here?”

“Jack!” Simone scolded, rolling her eyes, but giving him a good-natured smile. Was she that obvious?

He grinned. “Oh come on, you know you want to share. Plus, I have no life since the divas are being silly queens. I’ll let them ignore my for the rest of the week, and live vicariously through you.”

“God forbid,” Simone muttered. 

***

As Thanatos sat in the sleek, leather-lined interior of the black Maybach parked outside Simone’s Park Slope apartment, he decided that there were too many rules for dating a human.

Hypnos had run through a list longer than the newspaper. Most of them were common sense but other things reaffirmed Thanatos’s belief that the human population was at times...
idiotic
. Supposedly, according to his twin, humans went on dates to get to know each other. Proper human females did not kiss on the first, and at times, second dates, but the third—that was for kissing...perhaps? Since he and Simone had gone past kissing, he dismissed that rule from his thoughts. There would be lots of kissing tonight. His cock hardened as he remembered how good she felt wrapped around his finger, how she tasted against his seeking tongue.

 And there was the sex rule. Hypnos mentioned that proper females varied on when they thought sex appropriate, but one thing was certain, no sex on the first date. Which told him nothing of when it would be acceptable to bury himself in her. Two dates was what Thanatos decided on.

A flash of green to his right had him looking from his window and witnessing Simone approaching him. She wore a silk, green top with a square cut neckline, and tight, black jeans that showed off long legs. He knew if she turned around, and that black wool overcoat wasn’t there, he’d glimpse her shapely ass.

He’d behave for
two
—at least
one
—date.

She stopped, looked at the luxury car, before her eyes narrowed and she looked around again, searching for something else.

 With a smile, Thanatos stepped from the car. Simone seemed bit hesitant but she returned his smile and stepped forward. Unsure of whether he should hug her, like Hypnos had recommended for the first date, or kiss her like he wanted to, Thanatos settled for telling her she looked beautiful when she stepped into his arms, her lips brushing the side of his cheek.

A kiss was a kiss no matter where it was placed, and hence, playing by the rules was off. Everything Hypnos had told him about kissing and sex was dismissed. There were a few pointers that he kept, but he was going to do this his way.

Wrapping his hands around her back, Thanatos hauled her against him and attached his lips to hers. A startled sigh told him she didn’t mind before she parted her lips and pressed closer, moaning as they greeted each other. His erection throbbed, and he made a valiant attempt to ignore it. When Thanatos pulled away, she was looking at him with glazed, brown eyes.

“You look beautiful,” he said honestly, placing a chaste kiss at the side of her kiss-swollen lips before trailing his way across his cheek to her ear. She had put on some type of ladies perfume.

“Thanks,” Simone replied on a husky note. “You look very handsome.”

Thanatos had allowed his brother a minor say in what he wore. Along with his black sports jacket and trousers, he wore a light grey button down shirt—Hypnos’s input—that was slightly undone at the top.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Her face lit up in excitement, and Thanatos decided that his brother was right on a few things. Women liked surprises. Surprise Simone. Check. 

Chapter Five

He took her to an intimate restaurant with the outward appearance of an abandoned building. There was no sign, nothing that marked it as a restaurant. Just a bleak wooden door, and dark dome shaped handles. The first thing she saw when they entered was security. Two bulldozer sized men wearing black, and cream earpieces, stood some feet in. One of them had a list, and upon seeing them, asked their names. Once that was cleared, they moved further into the building, through a softly lit passage and around a back corner. Simone gasped as the true entrance to the restaurant came into view. Two open glass doors, both with the golden inscription “Château du Arnaud” stared back at her. As soon as they stepped through, they were approached by the maitre’d.

“Monsieur Aeron,” the maitre’d, a short and thin, older man, greeted him with a smile and familiarity that told her Thanatos was a frequent visitor.

“How are you, Edmund?”

“Very well, Monsieur.” Edmund passed her a glance and his smile seemed to widen.  Simone smiled at him. “Your table is ready. Please follow me.”

They were led through the throng of tables already filled with couples, to a corner table with candles and a single rose in a tall, thin white vase. The tablecloth was an eggshell color with a swirling pattern etched into it.

“Alicia will be your waitress tonight,” Edmund said, lifting a hand to someone behind him. Not moments later, a younger woman approached their table and offered them menus. Two things registered instantly. Everything was in French and there were no prices after the selections.

“Welcome to the Château du Arnaud. Would you like to hear the Chef’s special for tonight?”

Simone nodded. Maybe she could get the special instead of figuring out what was in the menu from her limited knowledge of the language. Or she could ask Thanatos to order for her.

Alicia went through the special, and Simone was fascinated to hear that jambalaya was a part of it. She’d never thought that an upscale restaurant, like this one obviously was, made things like jambalaya.

The special sounded heavenly, Porterhouse Steak with a small serving of jambalaya and mashed potatoes, so she ordered it. Thanatos ordered something from the menu and Simone had to restrain herself from staring at his lips as he spoke fluent French to the waitress. She might have restrained her eyes, but her body reacted like a fuse had just met a lit match. As her center throbbed, she clenched her legs and willed it to behave.