“Tell her yourself.” With those words, he raised his hands and sent a bolt of electricity, killing them instantly.
Thor stared at the mortal bodies lying on the floor. Sometimes, being a God just sucked.
Chapter Thirteen
“Are you still angry?” Cara murmured.
Jericho was sitting on the side of the bed with his back to her, so she scooted across the bed until she could touch him. Gently, she ran her hand down his spine. When he didn’t answer, Cara moved closer until her bare breasts brushed his back. Leaning forward, she put her arms around his neck, hugging him closer to her naked body.
“Jericho?” Cara tried to keep the hurt from her voice.
“Why should I be angry? Because you’re lunatic brother decided to kill us, because you could have told me you live in a palace and are practically royalty, or because your father is a Saint?”
Cara held him even closer. “Technically, Thor did not kill us; he just transported us to another dimension. If you had truly died on Earth, then I am sorry to say, my love, Grimm would have been your escort with a much different destination. We may live in a palace, but I would have been just as content to stay in your cabin. And you also have royal blood, being a demigod.”
Cara felt his back stiffen against her and thought now might not have been the time to remind him of that fact. When Thor had awakened them on their arrival at her mother’s palace, her family had been gathered to welcome her home. Even Mother Nature and Father Time had been present, which had been a great honor.
Cara had been terrified until she had turned and seen Jericho by her side. Seeing her terror, her mother had stepped forward and explained that Thor had followed her orders, explaining that Jericho was a demigod, a human descendent of a Goddess, which explained the golden threads that Cara had seen in Jericho’s soul.
Jericho had stood silently while Cara had introduced her family. Her lips twitched in a grin when she remembered Jericho’s face when introduced to her father. His face had turned bright red and he hadn’t looked at her father once during the dinner they sat through.
After the long dinner, Cara excused herself and Jericho, taking him to her bedroom. Before he could start with the recriminations, she had thrown herself into his arms, igniting a fire between them that lead to several hours of lovemaking.
Nibbling on his ear, Cara murmured, “My father may be a SAINT, but I’m only half. The other half is...”
The rest of her sentence was lost in a scream of surprise as Jericho turned and pulled her wiggling body onto his lap, flipping her until her stomach rested against his naked thighs.
Surprised to find herself face down across his lap, a startled cry escaped her at his first smack on her bare ass. “This is for using sex to try to manipulate me.” Cara tensed her buttocks for the next smack. “Secondly, this is for not telling me about your father, and I expect you to ask him to marry us as soon as possible.” This time he left his handprint on her other ass cheek. Quickly, Cara yelped her agreement.
His fingers slid between the curves of the buttocks slowly until they came to her anal canal, tracing it gently before moving on to her liquid warmth. Rubbing her wetness, his fingers parted her slit and slid deep within her tight sheath. Cara began squirming on his lap, but Jericho held her still by placing his other hand on her back. His fingers began to thrust deep within her.
Wiggling her hips, Cara began to thrust back against his fingers, trying to drive them deeper, however Jericho wasn’t going to allow her any control. Removing his now slick fingers, he rubbed her clit until he felt her body stiffen in climax.
As she began to peak, his hand once again smacked her buttock. “That was for doubting that I wouldn’t be as willing to sacrifice my human life as you were to sacrifice your immortal one.” Still shaking from her climax, he allowed Cara to slip from his lap until she sat on the floor between his thighs. She placed a hand on each one.
“You’re not angry?”
“How could I be angry to spend eternity with you?”
Smiling, Cara started giving him small kisses, alternating between each thigh. Gradually, she worked her way to his penis. Hesitantly, she reached out to touch his rigid flesh, expecting him to draw away. When he didn’t, she scooted closer until she could take him in her mouth. Inexpertly, she began to suck his cock, waiting for him to tense or ask for her to stop. His hands burrowed into her long hair.
Tears silently slid down her cheeks, no words could have shown his love for her, but the trust he was now giving her spoke volumes. Her tongue swirled as she discovered his sensitive spots. His hands gripped her hair tighter when she managed to work his penis to the back of her throat while her hands stroked the long shaft she was unable to take completely into her mouth. When she felt him tense, she sucked harder until he groaned and stroked his come into her waiting throat. Cara tenderly licked his cock until Jericho’s shuddering stopped. Embarrassed, Cara looked up at the man she loved to find him looking down at her.
Jericho reached down, pulling her onto his lap, kissing each eyelid, her nose and then her swollen lips. Leaning her backwards until her breasts thrust upwards, he leaned forward and kissed the curve of each breast before placing his hand on the creamy flesh covering her heart.
“You did give me fair warning.”
“I did?”
Nodding, he smiled. “When you told me you were very loveable. You were right.”
“I am?” Cara was bemused by this romantic side of Jericho.
He raised his head until Cara could see clearly into his eyes. A lone tear slid free, and he didn’t try to brush it away. “How could I not fall in love with you? You took my nightmares away and gave me dreams. You took my heart, but gave me yours in return.” Jericho’s voice grew hoarser with each word. “Do you know what I see when I look at you?’
“What?” Cara whispered.
“My love.”
***
Fate stared at the star-filled sky, worry filling her heart for Zerina and Broni. Mixed with the worry for her daughters was the relief of having Cara home again. She was planning her next move when she felt him in the shadows of the balcony.
Pulling her shoulders back, she turned to face the consequences of her actions years ago.
“Don’t leave.” Her firm voice had Jericho turning back to Cara’s mother.
He had gotten thirsty while waiting for Cara to wake and, not wanting to wake her, had searched for the kitchen. As he passed the balcony he had seen Fate staring pensively at the sky. He had been about to leave when she had spoken to him. He walked forward further out on the balcony until only a few inches separated them.
Fate was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her gown of white hugged her body and Jericho could easily see that Cara had inherited her father’s fairer looks and her mother’s blue eyes.
“I’m glad we have this opportunity to speak without my daughter present.”
“I don’t see why, I have
nothing to say that can’t be said in front of Cara. I have already told Cara that I will be very happy to spend eternity with her, even though you took the choice out of our hands.” Jericho turned away. “Now, if you don’t mind, I was about to get a drink.” His cold eyes sent chills down Fate’s back.
Once again her words stopped him. “Are you going to tell her?” His eyes grew glacier, but Fate didn’t back down. “You saw me that day, didn’t you? You saw me and remembered me?”
“Every morning that I woke in that bitch’s house, every time she touched me, I knew it was because you helped her to choose me.”
“I was afraid of that. That was a disadvantage of you being a demigod; it gave you the power to see me in the room. I wasn’t very happy with that, I would much have preferred that you not know. It places quite a strain on the son-in-law relationship we have in our future.”
Jericho noticed it wasn’t a question. She knew that he intended to marry Cara as soon as possible.
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m sure I’m not the only man who hates his mother-in-law. I just have more reason than most.” When Fate would have spoken he held up his hand to stop her next words. “I really don’t care to hear your excuses. None of it would make the memories of her going down on me, or the men in that prison, shoving their dicks up my ass, any more bearable.”
“I have no regrets about anything I have done.” Jericho’s hands tightened into fists at her words. Only the thought of how hurt Cara would be if she found him trying to kill her immortal mother stopped him.
“I am done with this conversation.” Jericho continued to walk away; he was in the doorway when her words brought him to a halt again.
“I wasn’t the one who approved her application. I was not the one who had her pick that particular adoption agency. Some things I can influence, other’s only once the decisions have been made.” Jericho tried to make his feet move forward, but her tormented voice held him in place.
“Should I have let her pick the little girl who the old man had plans for? She only had a few years left of her short sweet life. Her little body was already filled with an incurable disease. Should I have let her pick the little blond boy? He would have grown up so traumatized he would have become a monster himself, creating even more victims in a never-ending cycle. Instead, he grew into a doctor that will save hundreds of lives, working with children with emotional problems. The one he became the most proud of helping was a young rape victim who was unable to talk for several months. He was able to help the child regain his speech and clear an innocent man.” Jericho turned in the doorway, reaching out to hold the frame.