Divine Redemption

By Jory Strong

The son of a god, Thanos once walked the streets of ancient Greece and viewed pleasure as his birthright. He’s spent centuries punished by The Fates, but now he’s been given a second chance with the wife and male lover he so grievously wronged.

They don’t remember any of their past lives. But reunited in this one, a glance between him and them is enough to ignite the flames of desire, and the touch of skin to skin creates a burn for all eternity.

It’s the ultimate do-over for them all—but only if he gets it right this second time around.

Please note: A previous version of this story was published by Ellora’s Cave. It has been expanded and extensively revised for this edition.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jory Strong
• Release date: Apr 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311636683

Jory Strong

Jory Strong has been writing since childhood and has never outgrown being a daydreamer. When she's not hunched over her computer, lost in the muse and conjuring up new heroes and heroines, she can usually be found reading, riding horses, or walking dogs. Her stories have won numerous awards, as well as been national best sellers. She lives in California with her husband and a menagerie of pets. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website at jorystrong.com or contact her at [e-mail].

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Divine Redemption

Matched by The Fates

Jory Strong

Revised Edition of Divine Redemption

Copyright 2015 by Valerie Christenson

Smashwords Edition

A huge shout-out and thank you to Jennifer Kiziah for her help!

Cover design by Syneca Featherstone

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Thank You!

About the Author

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Chapter 1

Hot water struck Temperance. It wet long black hair and flowed over slick olive-toned skin in a caress that never failed to harden Demetri's cock.

She knew he was on the other side of the glass shower door. She'd known the minute he stepped into the bathroom but was pretending she didn't instead of sending him a come-fuck-me invitation.

He grinned and tugged off his tank top. Two could play at this game.

His shorts followed the tank top to the floor and his cock bobbed and licked across his abs. She did it for him. Some days it still surprised him just how much he could want her—all of her. She'd become his inspiration, his motivation.

He wanted to make good for her. His days of hard drinking and engaging in risky, anonymous sex were over, not that he was ready for the white-picket fence and the two point five kids.

Not that she was either. She had her shop. He had his art.

Right now all they needed was each other. And before the picket fence, before the kids, it'd be better to find their third.

He rubbed his fingertips over his nipples and his hips gave a quick jerk as pleasure streaked straight to his dick. Until Temperance, he'd never wanted to be with a woman more than he did another man. He wouldn't again. When it came to the female sex, she was his one very permanent exception.

The night she'd come into the club where he worked as a bartender to support his real passion, his art, he'd known he wanted to be with her forever. Later, stretched naked on the futon in his studio, she'd said their meeting was fated. Told him about going with a friend earlier in the day for a tarot reading and drawing The Lovers card from the deck.

He'd agreed then that it had to be fate.

He agreed now, she was his fate.

On the other side of the shower door she turned her back to the water then smoothed soapy hands over her breasts. She teased dark, beautiful nipples into sultry pouts.

He licked lips that suddenly ached to clamp and suck. She took her nipples between her fingers and tugged rhythmically.

His cock pulled away from his body in time to her movements. Fuck if he hadn't already lost this game.

He curled his hand around his shaft and shuddered with need. His dick pulsed against his palm and he dragged his eyes downward to her pussy.

The steamed glass only allowed an impression of the tiny black triangle of hair that pointed and issued a command. He loved being inside her, but he loved sucking her clit almost as much. It probably came with being bi, closer to gay than straight. Then again, he loved everything about Temperance.

He closed his eyes to shore up his resistance. If he didn't he'd be on his knees the moment he joined her in the shower.

A laugh escaped though it was more of a pant acknowledging her power over him. They both knew that when it came to pleasure, he was her slave.

He opened his eyes and at least had enough stamina to stroke his shaft long enough to drive one of her hands to her pussy.

That made the ache in his dick worse. Much worse.

A few steps took him to the shower. He tightened his fist on his cock before opening the door and joining Temperance beneath the water.

Her mischievous smile had his heart lifting and his lips curving upward. She said, I thought maybe you'd decided being with a woman didn't do it for you anymore.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and a leg around his hip then rubbed her pussy against his dick. His hips bucked. He moaned and forced her backward against the wall.

Pressing his cock against her swollen clit, he said, Does this feel like I've lost interest?

Dark lashes dipped. Her tongue darted out and traced her upper lip. I'm not sure.

He placed open-mouth kisses along her shoulder and up her neck, smiled at her soft moan and arched back, at the press and rub of her nipples against his chest.

He bit her neck, sucked, tasting Temperance and honeysuckle. They had body paints, but from the beginning, he was content to have nothing between her skin and his fingertips and tongue.

She shivered as he approached her ear, shivered harder when he reached it and sucked her earlobe. Demetri, she said, her hands going to his nipples.

It was enough to have his dick screaming for her touch. He fucked his tongue into her ear and she grasped his nipples, tugging and twisting and sending fire streaking to his cock so it jerked for her like a puppet on a string.

He palmed her ass and kissed his way to her mouth. What about now? Convinced I'm interested?

Almost, Temperance said, aching with the need to have him inside her. Whether she was with him or not, men and women both hit on him, drawn by his dark-angel face and shoulder-length black hair, by an artist's soul in a totally fuckable body.

She sucked his bottom lip and he shuddered, ground his cock against her clit. He wanted to go down on her. He loved to bury his face between her thighs. Loved it more when she had his cock in her mouth, sucking as he sucked. Licking as he licked.

Liquid hunger pooled in her lower lips, parting them so she was open for him. Ready for his tongue and the hard length of his penis.

She brushed her thumbs back and forth over his nipples. Followed it with twisting pinches meant to blend pain and pleasure.

Before Demetri, she'd never played sex games. She'd never trusted anyone enough to let them tie her up. Then