'I'm not going to last,' whispers through my mind.
Turning to look at the woman, I quickly jump up, putting myself between her and Thomas. Her mind is screaming for release and dominance.
Looking over my shoulder at Thomas, I shout, "You have to decide now! She can't fight who she is, and we're the only ones who can help her."
The argument in Thomas's head is confused and scared. Unfortunately, there's no time to reassure him as I feel her mind focus on me.
Keeping my voice calm, I ask, "Thomas, what's her name?"
"Callie," he breathes, making it almost sound like a prayer.
I put my hands out in front of me and slowly walk to where she's laying on the floor, moaning and panting as she rubs her hands over her body.
"Callie? You need to listen to me. I know you can't understand what I'm saying, but I need you to relax."
I make my voice level and smooth, hoping to get close enough to her, so I can keep her from hurting herself or us. Her mind is nothing but need. A need for release, for something, anything, to take away the burning fire in her veins. I watch as she scratches and pulls at her clothes, trying to rip them away from her overheated skin.
Humming softly and shushing her, I carefully reach down and grab her wrists. Her eyes lock with mine and I have to put a strong shield, stronger than I've ever had to before, around my mind, so I'm not sucked into her lust filled madness.
'Brigit, help me,' I beseech my Goddess. Warmth and love flow up my spine, pooling at the base of my skull, before I feel the veil of her Will ripple over my mind.
Callie is making mewling sounds and trying to pull me to her while pushing her body towards mine. Her claws elongating and retracting erratically as she attempts to grab me, but I easily hold her at bay, the Will of Brigit and my own stronger than hers.
'Thank Goddess she hasn't learned how to use her own Goddess yet. I'd never hold her then,' I think as I gently but firmly hold her arms to her sides as she thrashes on our living room floor.
Turning to Thomas, I ask, "Can you get chains? I can't help her if she shreds me to death."
My voice startles him, but he nods jerkily before quickly walking out of the room. Sighing, I look down at Callie and do the only thing I can think of to calm her, at least temporarily. Our lips touch, and the fire raging through her body rushes into mine. Unlike the first time, I'm prepared for the onslaught, barely managing to channel the energy, so it merges with mine. Though I'm trying to be gentle and concentrate, the feeling of her tongue running along my lips demanding entry is hard to resist.
'Hurry, Thomas,' I plead.
Just before I lose the battle and surrender to her insistence, the sound of chains rattling reaches my ears, and I sigh inwardly.
Breaking the kiss, I turn to Thomas as he leans next to us, and I instruct him to bind her hands away from her body with the chains. With his affinity for metal, it's an easy task. Relinquishing her hands to him one at a time, he wraps the thinnest part of the first chain to her wrist and seals it together with his Will. Shuffling on his knees, he screws the eye bolt connected to the chain into the wooden floor before clipping the chain to it.
To distract Callie from what he's doing, I use my free hand to undo the buttons of her shirt, exposing the cloth wrapping around her breasts. Her n*pples show proudly through the thick material, making my mouth water. Understanding that much of my reaction is caused by the pheromones she's secreting and my continued exposure to her energy, I fight my body's response.
'The Gods are cruel in their kindness,' I remind myself as I reach for the emergency knife in my boot to cut the wrapping off.
At the sight of the knife, she stills and her panting becomes more pronounced as I hear her scrambled thoughts go into fight-or-flight mode. Without my full attention, she noticed that Thomas had finished binding her wrists. Her eyes widen, and she jerks at the chains, both arousal and fear in her mind.
"It's okay, you're okay. The chains are to keep all of us safe. I'm going to remove your clothes, so the material will stop itching, okay?" I talk slowly, hoping to keep her calm, so I don't cut her as I raise the first layer of her wrapping and make a small cut, so I can rip the fabric.
The sound of her chest wrap tearing makes her moan deep in her throat. Her breathing becomes a rumbling purr that has me chuckling as I cut and tear each strip holding her br*asts down.
Her n*pples become more pronounced as each piece is removed, slowly revealing their dark brownish pink color. Intrigued and aroused, I bend down until my mouth is hovering over one of the erect buds. Our eyes stay locked as I place my mouth over it and I suck, hard.
She throws her head back, rising on her elbows as far as the small amount of slack in the chains allows to thrust her br*ast further into my mouth. Picking out the most coherent words she's supplying in her mind, I bite down until her thoughts are screaming in ecstasy. Slowly, I release the pressure in my jaw until I'm no longer biting down and release her n*pple, giving it a kiss as I raise my head to look at her.
Callie's eyes are glazed with post orgasmic bliss, and a small smile is playing along her lips.
"More," she demands with a purr in her tone that makes my d*ck jerk.
Shifting to relieve the pressure, I faintly hear Thomas as he walks up behind me.
Placing his hand on my shoulder, he leans down and kisses my cheek before whispering, "That was hotter than I thought it would be."
We both look at Callie, who is watching us with a wicked smile.
"Yesss," she hisses and bucks her hips.
Indecisive about whether we should continue, I feel both mine and Thomas's God's Wills mixed with the other I felt on the street enter the room.
"You must save my Chosen, child. She is the key to it all." The voice is feminine and seductive, purring and growling with the echo that all voices of the gods have.
"You are my Avatar. I will give you what you need," Brigit whispers to me, her voice warm and soothing in my mind.
Turning to Thomas, I can hear Hephaestus encouraging him as well. I place my hand over his, still resting on my shoulder, and give it a squeeze.
"I can handle it, my love," I reassure him before turning back to Callie.
Her eyes are unfocused, and she's frowning but nodding her head, her conversation with Bast a whisper that I can't hear.
When her eyes refocus, she looks from me to Thomas and says clearly, "Bast is holding my heat back, so I can say this; I do find both of you attractive. It doesn't bother me that you're together, in fact I find it a major turn on. According to Bast, if I don't get rid of my heat, I'll go mad. I guess I always knew that instinctively, but whatever. The point is, you need to make a choice. Just know that if I go mad cuz you two take too long, I'll beat the sh*t out of you."
She glares at us as her heat consumes her, and she takes a moaning breath before she's completely incoherent again. Thomas's body shudders before he tightens his hand on my shoulder, and I hear his resolve in his thoughts.
Blowing out a breath, I nod and pull my shirt over my head. It's been two years since I was with a woman. Ironic, really, that in both situations the woman had been picked for me. Not that I would be complaining this time.