Taken by the Gods: More than Men, #1

By Carly Fall

Three Greek Gods bring passion and danger to her door…
Ana Drake has a dark past, but it's her present that heats up during the night when she finds herself in the fiery embraces of Poseidon, Hades and Dionysus as they visit her in her dreams.

When the universal seams open and paranormal entities flood the town of Saint's Grove, Ana's world is turned upside down. The three Greek gods bring news that they've arrived to protect her from Zeus and his selfish desires.

But when Zeus finally shows himself, Ana realizes her gods may not be able to rescue her… and she may not even be able to save herself when a war of godly magic threatens to destroy her.

Taken by the Gods is first in the #whychoose More than Men series.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Westward Publishing
• Release date: Sep 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393664000

Book preview

1

Ana

It started with a kiss on the knee.

Large hands rubbed my legs with just enough pressure to wake me, but not enough to hurt me. Another palm caressed my unruly hair while gentle lips nibbled on my belly. I groaned as my nipples hardened.

Again. It was happening again.

My eyes fluttered open and a grin turned my lips.

My men.

My gods.

They’d come to visit me once again.

Good evening, Ana, Poseidon said from the foot of the bed. Sinking to his knees, he yanked me by my ankles toward him. His ocean blue stare never left me as he kissed the inside of my knee, then my inner thigh. Our gazes became broken when a head of black hair moved into my sight. I ran my fingers through Hades’ thick, wild mop while his hot lips suckled my breast.

Dionysus caught my gasp with his mouth, his tongue laced with the taste of red wine.

Hello, my love, he whispered against my lips. It’s so exquisite to see you once again. His tawny gaze danced with happiness. I’ve missed you.

I didn’t get a chance to answer. Poseidon’s tongue gently lapped at my core, causing the words to strangle in my throat. Damnit, the man… or god… knew exactly what to do to bring me to orgasm within minutes.

Hades lightly licked my nipple, then clamped down on it with his teeth. The pain sent shockwaves throughout my body. My back arched as I groaned, the agony only intensifying Poseidon’s ministrations. I met Hades’ black stare to see fire dancing within his eyes and an evil grin spreading over his sinful mouth.

Hello, Ana, he whispered. His kiss scorched my mouth, making my body hot. Beads of sweat formed on my brow and across my chest. I always wanted more of him because I knew he would be more than I could handle. The other two gave me such pleasure, but Hades… I instinctively understood he would be dangerous. He would give me experiences I’d never had, take me to sexual places I’d never been. I reached out and grabbed his forearm, but as usual, he stepped away and leaned against the wall. His smile widened, and he always seemed content to watch me writhe under Dionysus’ and Poseidon’s caresses.

I understood it had nothing to do with me not turning him on. Far from it. His erection jutted out from under his silky white robe. Such a fucking god. He never bothered to hide it and his fiery gaze never left me.

Dionysus now sucked on my other breast, his cool mouth sending goosebumps over my heated skin.

I reached down and grabbed a handful of Poseidon’s blond locks to keep him in place. I had every intention of riding that magical tongue over the edge. Dionysus worked my left breast, then my right as I panted. I grabbed as much of his short hair as I could to hold him in place as well.

The dueling sensations curled my abdomen while the orgasm built. Sweat trickled from my brow as I stared at Hades.

Show me, I demanded.

His tongue darted out between his lips as he slowly lifted his robe. Long thighs built like tree trunks appeared. It had become a game between us. He knew I wanted him, yet he denied me even seeing him fully naked. He only lifted the cloth until it sat at his hips. He then fisted his thick shaft.

I had never seen his chest, never felt his arms around me. The other two gave freely. They had sucked and fucked me until I couldn’t see straight, loved and caressed me while making me feel wanted and beautiful. I treasured each second of it. But Hades… that selfish fucker stood at the corner of my room, just beyond my reach. Watching me. Getting off on watching me.

As Poseidon and Dionysus worked their tongues over my sensitive flesh, my heart thundered, my thighs shook, and I gripped the bedsheets. Meanwhile, Hades stared at me with the fire gleaming in his eyes, stroking his cock.

My hips bowed off the bed when Poseidon latched on to my clit, his teasing tongue relentless and unforgiving. His strong arm gently pushed down my hips, holding me in place so he could continue the onslaught. Dionysus’ lips met mine as he rolled my nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

Stars exploded behind my eyes and I gasped for air. I curled my fingers tighter in Poseidon’s hair while my hips bucked against his beautiful mouth.

When I finally stilled, Poseidon and Dionysus both lay on the bed with me, sandwiching me between them. Their soft, silky robes caressed my skin. Poseidon placed a finger on my chin and turned my head toward him. As his lips met mine, I tasted my own essence. Dionysus licked the sweat that had formed on my chest.

I rolled to my side and wrapped my arms around Poseidon. The scent of fresh ocean air invaded my senses. When I found the hem of his robe, I yanked it up, eager to get to what lay underneath.

Like Hades’, Poseidon’s body was made up of large, hard muscles. A fucking slab of meat I wanted to devour and could never get enough of. With gentle fingers, I caressed the peaks and valleys of his stomach, which elicited a groan and shiver from him. I took his cock into my palm and gently ran my hand from the tip down the shaft.

Meanwhile, Dionysus’ hips grinded against my ass and his cock slipped into me with ease. A sigh and a groan escaped him while he moved against me with long, slow strokes. He reached around, slid his fingers into my folds, and found my swollen and sensitive clit with ease while peppering my shoulders with light kisses.

Come for me, I whispered against Poseidon’s mouth. He moaned as he ran his fingers through my hair.

Do it, I ordered, my voice still soft.

He shook his head and closed his beautiful eyes.

Don’t deny me what I want, Poseidon. Don’t be like Hades.

Never, he whispered, but it’s too late.

What does that mean?

Dionysus wrapped his arms around me as his hips jackhammered against my butt. Damn. I was this close to another orgasm. For a brief second, I shut my eyes as my core coiled.

When I met Poseidon’s stare, his lips turned up in a smile. He cupped my breast and squeezed.

You come for me, Ana, he murmured.

And I did. I couldn’t stop myself if I tried.

Poseidon chuckled. I held on to his biceps as wave after wave of pleasure had me gasping for air.

Suddenly, a horrible sound met my ears. I furrowed my brow. "What is that?"

It’s time for us to go, and for you to wake, Poseidon said, sliding off the bed.

Goodbye my love, Dionysus whispered from behind me.

I sat up in bed, my arms outstretched while they filed out of my room. No! Wait! You can’t go! Not yet!

Until next time, Ana, Hades said. Next time.

2

Ana

My name is Ana Drake and that dream didn’t resemble my life in the least. I didn’t have three Greek gods in my bed. I had never asked Poseidon to come for me or demand to see Hades’ dick. When I did date, I could barely handle one man, let alone three, and I would never certainly be that bold. However, in my dreams, I was a woman I barely recognized.

Maybe at one time I could have been her, but not now. I had too many internal scars. I’d endured too much. See, I’d survived an abusive husband who left me with little confidence. On most days, fake it until you make it became my battle cry. My husband had successfully crushed my already destroyed pieces and I had yet to put them back together. I had tried, but the effort had been futile. The energy required to muster the determination to reassemble my life exhausted me.

I resided in a small town in the Appalachian Mountains called Saint’s Grove. Cute place, really. My existence in a nutshell: I grew up there, studied Greek Mythology at the community college until my mom died, then I married my boyfriend and went to work at the post office. He also died. Of course, shortly thereafter, the post office cut me to part-time. It was a mind-numbing, soul-sucking job, but it paid the bills. As long as my loser roommate could pony up her half, I’m good.

I rolled out of bed and cursed my alarm.

That had been one hell of a dream. Thankfully, I had it often. I certainly wasn’t getting any sex in my real life, and honestly, finding someone to date who I wanted to sleep with seemed like too much work. Living in a small town didn’t offer many prospects. After what I’d been through with my husband, I was okay living the life of celibacy. My subconscious took great care of me on that front.

After a quick shower, I pulled on my grey polyester pants and my itchy shirt with the little patch just above the breast that let everyone know I worked at the post office. I quietly opened my bedroom door so as not to bother my roommate, Maria. She had a tendency to roll in pretty late most nights, and the previous night had been no exception. However, she rarely gave me the same courtesy. I’d heard her break a glass in the kitchen, swear while she bumped into walls as she staggered down the hallway, and finally, slam her bedroom door. How that girl drank as much as she did and still functioned was beyond me. I loved a glass of wine every now and then, but I was beginning to think Maria had an alcohol problem.

I scooped the vanilla flavored coffee into the coffee maker and placed a couple of dishes from the sink into the dishwasher. Maria had come home and made herself a peanut butter sandwich but hadn’t bothered cleaning up after herself. I studied the kitchen floor and also found a few shards of the glass she’d broken. Sometimes, I just wanted to fucking stab her eyes out. However, being the nice person that I was, I said nothing and pulled out the dustpan and broom and swept the kitchen floor. Then, I did the remaining dishes.

Finally, coffee. I drank the first cup black and the second cup with a dollop of full cream as I sat at the kitchen table. In my book, full cream in my coffee hovered right up there with a good orgasm. Not quite there, but damn close.

When I went to make myself a piece of toast and noted that Maria had eaten the last two remaining pieces of bread, I whispered a few curses. Inconsiderate little twat. Yet, I ground my jaw as I pulled my jacket from the coat rack and left for the day. I hated confrontation, especially over petty shit. I liked to tell myself to save the fights for important things, but it seemed I could never deem anything that significant to argue over it. Therefore, it all stewed inside me and caused me nothing but anger and misery.

Despite my roommate, I vowed to make my day great. I knew deep in my heart that a positive attitude in the morning could alter the outcome of a whole day. I intended to right my mood and get through my shift with a smile.

I lived about two blocks from the town square. Yes, we had a town square. The city had erected a large statue of Peter Saint, the founder of Saint’s Grove, in the large grassy area that sat in the middle of the square. Antique shops, bakeries, clothing stores, and eating establishments made up the middle of town, and during the fall and spring and summer, we were flooded with tourists. Up in the mountains, nature put on quite a show during those seasons. That, and the tourists loved the historical stories of our little oasis—tales having to do with werewolves, ghosts, and other paranormal entities. Did I believe them? Sometimes. Yet, I’d lived in Saint’s Grove my whole life, and if something seemed strange or out of sorts to someone else, I could easily call that my normal.

I stopped at Bella’s Bakery. I guessed her to be about my age—late twenties with the thirties right around the corner. Friendly and efficient, I loved visiting her little shop of yum. Her fresh-made pastries resembled little slices of sinful deliciousness, and her coffee wasn’t too bad either.

We chatted for a few moments as she poured my cup-of-go and pulled my strawberry Danish from the display case. My mouth watered, and I decided that perhaps Maria eating all the bread hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.

Are you going to see the event tonight? Bella asked.

People had been talking about the big astrological event for a couple of months, ever since the astrology professor at the college announced it would happen. According to him, it would be a once in a lifetime occurrence when the planets all aligned and a full lunar eclipse took place. The mayor had decided to make it a big party. The astrology professor would bring a telescope and set it up in the grassy area in the middle of the town’s square while the mayor would give a speech.

I’d never studied astronomy, but when I understood that I wouldn’t be around to see this occurrence again, I knew my friends and I had to make plans.

Definitely, I replied. What about you? Are you going?

Bella nodded. I’m staying open late and baking an extra batch of chocolate chip cookies this afternoon to sell tonight.

Smart. Make money when you can, I said with a grin. I really liked Bella and decided that I needed to make an effort to get to know her better. I actually admired the shit out of her. A single woman running a thriving business in Saint’s Grove… I wanted to be like her when I grew up. If only I could get out of my own way…

Bella’s passion was baking. I didn’t have anything that stoked my fires. I loved to read, did some hiking… but otherwise, I thought of my life as pretty boring, verging on downright pathetic.

Will you be able to sneak away for a bit and see the planets align? It would suck if you couldn’t, I said, hoping she didn’t detect the disappointment I had in myself.

Once in a lifetime, Bella said. I’ll definitely close up shop to see it.

I glanced at my phone and realized that if I didn’t get my feet moving, I would be late to work.

After saying my goodbyes, I hurried across the street to the grassy area of the square, then on over to the post office. My co-worker and boss, Jeannie, had just arrived. Every day she reminded me of why I needed to eventually find another job. If I didn’t, I would end up as cranky and jaded as her.

Jeannie had been with the post office for twenty years. I had no idea how old she was. Thin as paper with her raspy voice from all the cigarettes she inhaled and her heavily wrinkled face, I often wondered if she stood on the brink of death.

Good morning, Jeannie, I said with a smile.

Whatever.

Forcing my grin to stay in place, I performed my morning setup as people lined up outside with their packages. Our other co-worker, Bill Tiller, showed up fifteen minutes late. Jeannie said nothing, which had become par for the course. Around my age with his blue eyes and black hair, he constantly flirted with the woman. This allowed him variances that I was denied. I’d actually gone on two dates with Bill, but what he had in rock hard biceps, he lacked in brains. The man did nothing to arouse me mentally, which meant I had no desire to even try to get stimulated with him physically. He’d finally given up on me when I told him I was dating someone else.