Taking in her unbitten nipple was a homecoming, the flesh resplendent in my mouth. She sped up, riding me even faster, rubbing her tender clit against me as I pressed deeply inside her. She was so tight, squeezing me with the finest friction.
I used my hands to guide her movements, grinding her against me as I pistoned up into her heat. She moaned and threw her head back, the waves of her hair flowing around her in golden ribbons. I had never seen a more beautiful sight and knew I never would. She was my goddess. None on Olympus could ever match her strength or beauty.
She came with a cry, my name on her lips and her walls clamping around me, tighter and tighter still. I finally gave in, her moaning voice the key to my release. I emptied into her, the hot jets pulsing out of me with such force that I bit my lip to keep from yelling at the top of my lungs. She kept undulating, wringing every last bit out of me before collapsing onto my chest.
She dotted kisses up my neck and grazed my lips with hers. A sweet thank-you that I returned. She nestled into my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her, loving the feel of this. It was so right. The way it used to be and the way it would be from then on.
“Elena—”
“It’s Helen.” She gave me a deeper kiss.
I opened my eyes wide, suddenly drawn from the mind-blowing stupor she’d put me in. What? I rolled over, still inside her, and pinned her beneath me.
“What? How? What?” My mind wasn’t firing at all.
She smiled up at me. “I may have gotten my memories back.”
“It’s you?” I couldn’t stop the mist that sprang up in my eyes.
She kissed each of my cheeks. “It’s me. I mean, it’s me Elena and it’s me Helen. Maybe I should change my name to Helena?”
I didn’t care if she called herself Medusa as long as she was mine. “You remember us? All of us?”
“I do. But we may have a problem,” she said and furrowed her brow.
My heart sank. There was always a price to be paid for such miracles. Always. “What is it?”
Her eyes twinkled, two mischievous emeralds. “Remember that time, when we were leaving Greece and we were in the stern of the boat?”
Of course I remembered it. The sex we’d had at that moment was burned into my memory. Her breath, her sweetness.
“Yes.”
“Well, I don’t think we’ve managed to top that, so we’re going to need to go again.” Her smile was both cherubic and devilish.
My cock tingled back to life, still couched in her wetness. “Oh, I think we can beat our high score.”
“You’d better hope so.” She licked up my neck.
There was a sharp rap at the door.
Faren’s voice barely penetrated the wood. “My lord, the nobles are assembled. It’s time.”
I gave a smooth thrust into her, my cock coming back to life with a roar. “They can wait.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Helen
After Paris left with Faren, Shildreth stayed to help me get ready for the audience. Shildreth was already prepared, dressed in a gown of gold with her gleaming hair done in a crown braid atop her head. She looked like a princess, beautiful yet also solemn.
Shildreth brought a gown of azure for me, the stitching done in the same gold to match Paris’s robe. I hadn’t been dressed this formally since my days in Troy.
I sat at the vanity as Shildreth expertly managed my hair into an attractive formal coif. It was half up, leaving the waves free to fall down my back.
Shildreth beamed at me in the mirror, admiring her handiwork. “A servant gave me your dress. She had hidden it behind her wardrobe when Desmerada swept through the castle. It once belonged to Queen Hecuba. I think it should fit you nicely.”
I lifted my arms and shimmied into the gown. It draped across my breasts, skimmed my waist, and hugged my hips before flaring out at the bottom.
Shildreth stood back and admired the total package. “You are a vision. And I brought the perfect piece to set it off from the vault.” She spoke through the hairpins in her mouth.
She drew a velvet bag from the counter and opened it tenderly to withdraw a stunning tiara. It glittered platinum in the light and was adorned with diamonds and some strange stone that was at once blue and then gold, depending on the angle.
“These stones are the most precious in all the Underworld. We call them changelings. These were mined by the vampires in ages long past and given to each king or queen in turn. This tiara hasn’t adorned any vampire royal in ages. But now”—she gingerly set it atop my head and pinned it—“it’s yours.”
I was mesmerized by the gems, and the whole look of vampire royalty, really. But I shook my head, only slightly lest I unseat the priceless jewels. “I’m not vampire royalty, Shildreth. This tiara doesn’t belong to me.”