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  Zeus

  Taken by Olympus, Book One

  Celia Aaron

  Zeus

  Taken by Olympus

  Celia Aaron

  Copyright © 2015 Celia Aaron

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  WARNING: This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. Please store your files wisely, away from under-aged readers. This book contains situations involving forced seduction and dubious consent. If these are triggers for you, it’s likely best for you to avoid this story. If not, get the popcorn and enjoy.

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  Zeus

  Taken by Olympus

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  The red barn loomed up from the green landscape. It was idyllic, the weather vane atop spinning in the breeze that had only recently kicked up. The Sullivan farm was far out of my way, on the distant edge of the county, and deep in the black belt. The smell of hay and fertile earth swirled and created its own pungent perfume.

  I pulled up to the barn and killed the engine. Hank Sullivan strolled out and gave me wave. I returned it and gathered up my bag and medical supplies. As I opened the Jeep door, a flash of lightning in the distance caught my eye. The deep rumble of thunder wasn’t far behind. I needed to get Hank’s horse taken care of sooner rather than later. The country road leading to the farm turned to mud at the slightest hint of rain, and the advancing storm clouds threatened much more than a passing shower.

  “Glad you could come, Doc.” Hank shook my hand.

  I brushed the blonde strands back behind my ears and smiled up into his weathered, yet handsome, face. I had always liked the Sullivans. Hank’s daughter Gina volunteered at the large animal veterinary clinic I owned. She would make an excellent veterinarian one day. Hank’s son Dean was hardworking and handsome.

  “Where is he?”

  “I brought him from the stables. He’s waiting in the barn.” Hank’s face darkened. “I sure hope you can save him.”

  I hefted my bag higher on my shoulder. “Only one way to find out.”

  We walked together into the barn, the smell of old hay and leather surrounding us. Lefty, the gelding I’d been called to examine, stood and watched us approach. He was fifteen hands high and a beautiful midnight black. I’d brought him into this world, helping his dame deliver him and keeping both of them alive. He was my first delivery after I graduated from veterinary school just three years ago.

  A man walked from the back of the barn. Dean, Hank’s son. Plenty of women around the county drooled over Dean. I could see why. He was tall with broad shoulders and an open smile. His jeans hit him in all the right places and his plaid button down was open at the throat, revealing a dusting of dark hair on his chest.

  He tipped his hat to me. I gave him a little wave before turning to my charge.

  “How you doing, Lefty?” I smoothed a hand down his flank as he nickered in greeting.

  I knelt next to his back left leg. He was clearly favoring it. “Got a problem back here, boy?”

  The thunder rumbled louder as I felt around the tendons, muscles, and bone. He didn’t shy away though I knew my investigation hurt. I closed my eyes, just going by the sensations at the tips of my fingers. It wasn’t the worst news, but it wasn’t good either.

  I stood and gave Lefty an affectionate pat.

  “Well, Tara?” Hank held his beat-up cowboy hat in his hands.

  “It’s a medium sprain. He’s going to need to be box-rested for a few weeks or so and then we’ll check him again.”

  “Oh, thank goodness.” Hank swallowed hard. “When he came up lame, I thought…”

  “Oh, I think he’ll recover. The ligament will never be as strong, so you’ll need to maybe give him to one of your girls to ride. I’ll call back to the office and have them bring out some anti-inflammatory meds for him. He’ll be just fine, really.”

  “That’s good to hear.” Dean’s pleasant baritone came from right behind me.

  I kept inspecting the horse, even though I could feel Dean’s eyes on me. I walked around to Lefty’s front. He stared at me with intelligent eyes. “You’re pretty much on bed rest, buddy.”

  He nickered again. I gave a quick listen to his heart and checked his other hooves. He looked fine. I let out a sigh of relief that I wouldn’t have to take any more drastic measures. Being a large animal vet came with highs and lows, but nothing was lower than putting down an animal in the prime of life.

  “He’s looking great, Hank. Really. You take great care of your animals.”

  “Thanks, Doc. I think that’s the highest praise a man can get from a vet.” He smiled, kind wrinkles around his eyes.

  The distinct smell of rain cut through the air. I needed to get on the road before I got stuck out here for the night.

  “I think my work here is done.” I hefted my pack.

  Hank settled his hat back over his salt and pepper hair. “Thanks, Doc. I appreciate you coming on out here. Can I interest you in dinner? Lina’s frying up some chicken.”

  “Yeah, you should stay.” Dean offered to carry my bag.

  I shook my head. “I’ve got it.” I had to stand on my own two feet. Vets were mostly men, especially ones in my specialty. Carrying my own bag and doing my own heavy lifting was part of the job, especially if I wanted to make inroads with some of the more old fashioned farmers in the region.

  Dean gave a heart-stopping grin and dropped his proffered hands. “Well, if you won’t let me help you, you could at least stay for dinner.”

  I could have stayed, but the lightning in the distance told me my time was up.

  “Maybe next time. I have to get back.” I strode back toward my Jeep.

  Dean opened the door for me and I tossed my bag in.

  “Thanks again, Doc.” Hank tipped his hat and left to tend to Lefty.

  I climbed up and started the engine just as a particularly bright flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

  “Be careful out there, Tara. Come on back if it gets bad.” Dean closed my door and rested his arm on the open window. He stared at me for a beat too long, causing warmth to creep from my collar and stain my cheeks. He was expectant, as if he thought I’d change my mind.

  What was I supp
osed to say? I had no real experience with men. I’d never been popular in high school – too busy looking after animals and volunteering at shelters. In college, I was completely focused on getting my veterinary degree and getting out so I could do some good. I was the youngest graduate my veterinary school ever had. I never made time for men. I never even had a boyfriend.

  When I didn’t say anything, Dean laughed and backed up a step. “See you around, Tara.”

  I got the feeling from the way he said it that I’d be seeing him sooner rather than later.

  “Okay. Yeah. See you soon.” I reversed away from the barn and headed down the dirt lane. I watched him in my rear view mirror, his lanky frame enticing even as I fled. I ripped my gaze forward, focusing on getting out of the dirt lane in one piece.

  The fields of corn swayed on either side, the wind making them dance. I flipped on my headlights as the darkening clouds turned the afternoon into twilight. I stepped on the gas, trying to make it to the paved county highway before the bottom dropped out.

  Lightning struck all around, electricity crackling in the air. I floored it, bouncing along the dirt road so hard my teeth chattered. I had less than a mile to go when a huge blast of lightning rent the sky directly in front of me and blinded me for a second.

  When I could see again, a huge bull stood in the road ahead of me. I slammed on the brakes, skidding to a halt only a few paces from him. It was the largest bull I’d ever seen, and its enormous horns glinted, as if someone had dipped them in molten gold. He was a tan color with a diamond on his chest of the purest white.

  He didn’t move, simply faced my car and watched as I skidded toward him. He was huge, proud, beautiful beyond all reckoning. He was also lost. I knew Hank Sullivan’s bull, Danny, and he was nothing like the animal in the roadway. I couldn’t imagine who would own a bull with gilded horns. He was completely out of place in this area. Maybe he’d escaped from a travel trailer?

  He remained still. I was almost glad. I wanted a closer look. I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened my door. I slid out and left my door open in case he decided I was a threat. Getting gored by a golden bull wasn’t on my to-do list for the day.

  Lightning still crackled all around, the sky brightening with each bolt. The thunder was almost deafening. The very first drops of rain spattered down, wetting my gray t-shirt and jeans. My long hair whipped around me, pulled every which way by the rising storm. I took a few halting steps, testing to see if he would charge. He watched me with golden eyes. I had never seen a more beautiful creature.

  “Are you lost, fella?” I edged closer as the rain began to pour.

  He inhaled as I put my hand up to scratch his ear. When I made contact, the lightning picked up, electricity roving the surface of the earth and creating a blanket of white light all around us. And then it all went black.

  Chapter Two

  I was in a cloud. Soft fluffiness surrounded me, embraced me like a long lost friend. I tried to squeeze the velvety cloud to me, but I couldn’t move. My eyes fluttered open.

  I was in a huge room, the ceiling open to the brilliant blue heavens above. Everything glittered with crystal and gold. The walls were covered with hand-painted murals of the bull I’d seen, a rain of gold, a huge swan, and a golden eagle.

  Where am I?

  The last thing I remembered was the road at the Sullivan farm. This sumptuous room was definitely not on the farm, and I was certain there was no dwelling like this anywhere in the black belt of rural Georgia. The bull wasn’t here, either.

  I tried to move my hands again but they were stuck fast. I turned to look at what held me. I was roped to the largest bed I had ever seen. I was awash in white satin, the soft cloud I’d felt as I’d slept. I was naked beneath the material, my wrists bound to the bed. My legs were free, so I drew them up.

  “Don’t do that.” A deep voice rumbled over me.

  “Who’s there?” I peered around.

  A bright flash, as if the lightning was back, and a man stood at the foot of the bed. He was tall, seven feet perhaps, shirtless, and perfectly sculpted. His eyes were gold, the irises like the molten precious metal. His hair was far lighter than mine. It was almost white and fell to his shoulder in tousled waves. Beautiful.

  He stared at me as if he could see what I looked like beneath the layers of satin. He looked hungry and rubbed a hand over his smooth jaw. He ate me up with his eyes. My body responded, my core growing hotter, tighter. I had never been looked at like that before, like I was a meal.

  I blinked hard. Snap out of it. “What’s going on? Why am I tied?” I yanked on the ropes.

  He smiled. My heart did a back flip. He was beyond perfect. I was certain there was no such thing as a more gorgeous man – and maybe even woman.

  “You’re tied for my pleasure.” He pulled on the rope that held the toga-like material covering his hips. The fabric fell away and revealed his large length. Oh my god. “And yours.”

  My mouth watered even as I tried to retreat farther up the bed. Just clenching my legs together and drawing away from him rubbed my clit, making it desire the opposite of escape.

  “You can’t just kidnap me and-and-and—”

  “And what?” He stalked up the bed to me, and yanked both my ankles down. His hard body settled on top of mine, crushing my resistance easily. He pushed his knees between mine, spreading my legs and opening my pussy. The only thing separating us was the satin. Was that a good thing?

  “And just…” My breathy voice trailed off as I looked into his golden eyes. So much desire was there. Knowing it was for me made me melt.

  His gaze flicked down to my lips and back to my eyes. “I’ve watched you for a long time, Tara.”

  “Wh-what? Like a stalker?” My heart pounded. It should have been pounding with fear. Instead, it was the fiercest desire I’d ever felt that spurred its beat.

  He laughed, the sound rich and delicious. I wanted to bathe in it. “Quite so. Every animal you’ve saved, every time you’ve helped someone and expected nothing in return, every time you’ve wisely spurned mortal men’s advances.”

  Wait, what? “Mortal men? What are you talking about?” I met plenty of amorous farmers in my line of work, but I never had time for them, never had time for anything other than my practice.

  Oh, god, does he know I’m a virgin?

  His stunning smile widened, as if reading my thoughts. “Yes, I know.” His hips pushed against me, his hard cock against my thigh.

  My mind rebelled against the implications of what he’d said. He couldn’t read thoughts. No one could.

  Even so, I shivered at the sensations he was creating in me. The heat between my legs, the palpitations of my heart, the muddling of my logic, reason.

  “Who are you?”

  He dropped his mouth to my ear, his breath maddening along my skin. I clenched my hands shut and forced my hips to stay put. I wanted to move against him, to get just a touch of friction against my clit. I’d never felt such need before. He laughed, the low rumble raising goose bumps all over my body.

  “Can you keep a secret?” His voice was a seductive whisper and his lips grazed my earlobe.

  “Y-yes.”

  He moved down to my neck and dropped soft kisses against the fluttering vein there. I moaned low in my throat and couldn’t keep my hips from pushing up from the bed.

  He returned his gaze to mine. “Zeus.”

  My mind whirled with disbelief. “Are you saying you’re a Greek god?”

  He smirked. “I’m a god. Not a particular nationality.”

  I wanted to deny it. To tell him he was insane. That what he said couldn’t possibly be true. When I looked around the room at the sheer immensity of it, the blue sky above, the gold, the crystal, and the stunning man above me, something in my heart told me it was real.

  “Let’s say I believe you.” I chewed my lower lip. His eyes followed the movement and his cock grew harder against me.

  He moved a large palm to my breast and cupp
ed it through the satin. I hitched in a breath. When he rubbed his thumb over my stiff nipple, I bit my lip harder.

  “Let’s say that.” He bent his head back to my neck, continuing his kisses from earlier, moving lower.

  “Why did you bring me here? Why—” I let out a strangled sound when he fastened his mouth on me through the sheet. “Why pick me?” My mind scrambled, the touch of his hot mouth making my thoughts dissolve as soon as they arrived.

  He released my nipple, rose up, and ripped the sheet from me. The cold air assaulted my skin as his eyes roved every inch of me.

  “Look at you. I’ve wanted to taste you from the second I saw you. I want your taste in my mouth, down my throat. I want to make you scream. And,” his eyes darkened, “I’ve wanted to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to think about anyone but me ever again.”

  I shuddered under his possessive gaze, the dark heat in his eyes. Clouds gathered above us, lightning playing from one to the other in spidery streaks.

  “You’re mine, Tara. I need you to understand that.” His voice was a growl, so different from the smooth seduction of only moments before. I couldn’t tell which one I liked better.

  His gaze pierced me, reinforcing the intensity of his words, until he bent his head down to my pussy. He parted my thighs wider with his large palms. I was completely spread beneath him. When his warm breath played across my skin, I bucked.

  His laughter, erotic and tinged with power filled my mind. “That’s it, Tara. Give it all to me.” He kissed my inner thighs, back and forth as I trembled beneath him. I was awash in desire, on fire for his touch. But there was trepidation mixed in, too. No man had ever seen me like this, much less touched me. And with his tongue? I wanted it but feared it at the same time.

  “Don’t. Please stop.” My voice quavered, the need and fear warring. “I-I’ve never had anyone touch me—”