The Untamable

Chapter 2

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Everything had gone to the hell. I had been kidnapped. I was sure of it now. Although, for the life of me I had never seen a more elaborate plot or a more extravagant setting. Upon our seemingly magical arrival to a lavish mansion, I had been informed that I should feel honored to be the only human to be allowed to feast my eyes on the place. My brain was constantly screaming that they had drugged me and dragged me there. It was impossible to teleport with the snap of one's fingers. That or I had finally gone off the deep end.

Watching the six of them, the supposed gods of the Zodiac sun mutter and grumble between them on how to proceed next, I dropped into a nearby settee and put my head in my hands.

It was just too much.

The first mad little giggle escaped. Oh god.

The men fell silent.

Another one slipped and then I was full on sprawling on the seat, eyes drenched with tears, hiccups scratching my throat as I dissolved into peals of laughter. I'm sorry that's my patented response to stress. It is not entirely in my control and definitely not one of my redeeming qualities.

Leo had collapsed into a throne-like chair across the room while the rest of them gathered around him. They now watched me with growing confusion as I guffawed like gag-bag set loose. "Let me get this straight," I heaved in between a giggle. "You think I am some sort of reincarnated goddess because I have stars in my eyes and you all are banished gods who need me to help you get back into heaven."

No one spoke.

I shrieked and dissolved into another bout of hiccupping giggles.

"Tch." The one called Scorpio scowled and glared at the others as if it was painful for him to be here. "I do not have the time for this. When she sobers up and accepts her fate, let me know." Shoulders still shaking, vision still blurring with tears I saw him lead the other two reluctant men that were his subordinates and supposedly belonged to the Department of Punishments, out of the parlor.

That left the insanely smiley Taurus and infinitely morose Aquarius behind.

And Leo of course.

He sat there, temple propped up by a fist on the arm of the red velvet chair. His eyes bored. "I am almost regretful she had to pick me."

"You can still forfeit your claim Leo."

"Let it go Taurus," Aquarius shook his head. "It is done. The pact is made. It is in Leo's hands now."

I laughed harder, finger pointing to the silent auburn haired man.

Taurus grinned. "She is rather smashing that way. Sure I can't have a taste?"

Leo's gaze sharpened. "Out. I need her alone."

Oh dear god! I swallowed my giggles, tried to calm my hiccupping breath, but it was impossible. I was still caught in throes of laughter as I helplessly watch the two exit the room, Taurus giving me a lascivious grin. I squeaked, trying to smother the mad mirth as Leo rose out of his chair and walked purposefully and menacingly up to me. My heart slid off its kilter for a second as he reached out, ceased my wrist almost painfully and snapped his fingers.

To my horror the white blouse I'd been wearing seemed to start unbuttoning itself. "Wha…what are…hee hee… you…haw haw haw…doing?"

"Getting it over with."

My laughter died in a gasp.

But it wasn't because I was done stressing or panicking.

It was because Leo had reached down and slid one hand into the soft padded cup of my bra and everything exploded into a world of color and fantasy. "Oh my god, stop!"

"Time to be useful human," Leo's mouth twisted into a haughty smirk. "Let's see how long you last before you start begging me."

"Begging!?" I wheezed as a rainbow of sensation began to flood my senses. His fingers had skillfully undone my bra as my skirt happily unzipped itself for some reason. Again I was a creature of two beings. My mind was screaming at me to regain control. To slap him and remember every move my self-defense teacher had taught me, but my heart. Oh dear my heart. It was like someone had amped up every pleasure I'd ever felt in my short little life. Like tasting my first chocolate, the jump from that high swing, the first kiss, the first everything!

My mouth opened and a slow husky moan escaped.

"Enough stalling Goldfish. Give me what I need. It is pointless to try and resist my divine gift. Even goddesses much nobler than you have little power to deny what I can take from them."

My skin is on fire. His hand loosened from my wrist and slid up my arm to touch the side of my neck. I trembled and gasped out another moan of pleasure.

My instincts were screeching now. The need to take back control nearly painful, but he wasn't holding me down. It was as if he'd taken every fiber of my being and lit it up like a Christmas tree.

The pads of his fingers pressed against the hammering pulse in my neck and he chuckled coldly. It only sent another shiver down my spine. "S..s….stop."

"Stop blithering and give me what I want!"

Gritting my teeth, I groaned as the need to escape nearly reached a crescendo as did the spike of pleasure as he ventured a hand down the slope of my abdomen. "Get…off me!" The scream rallied the last of my self-control and I shoved as hard as I could against one rock hard shoulder.

An eyebrow hiked, he retreated; leaving me in a puddle on the seat, gasping and doing my damnedest not to walk off the cliff he'd been steadily building me towards.

"Intriguing," he mumbled and made his way back to his seat.

The humiliation came enemas. "You…you psycho son of a…"

"Silence Goldfish. I must think on this."

Shoving my blouse closed, my cheeked flushed, my knees too weak to hold my weight, I sat up and glared at him. "What the hell was that!? You tried to…you almost…"

He frowned at me as if I was a pebble under his shoe. "Do you ever do as you're told?"

"You tried to rape me!"

His head fell back as a bark of incredulous laughter filled the parlor. This time, he nearly had tears in his eyes as he finally looked back at me. "Oh this is quaint! The little human thinks I was about to have my way with her! How absurdly optimistic! That you would be worth the effort."

My temper flared. "Are you insane! You had your hand down my shirt! And how did you…"

His temple fell back against his propped up fist as he smiled banally at me. "You were touched by a God. What did you expect? Although, I am a little surprised you were able to pull free if only for a moment. But it was pointless. Giving you pleasure and granting your wish has done nothing to return me to the heavens." He sighed as if it had been all very tiresome for him. "Of course he wouldn't make it that easy."

"Who?" Mustering what was left of my dignity, I straightened my clothes, running a hand through my hair from where it had fallen loose on one shoulder. It was pointless to try and pin it back now. I didn't even know what he did with my bobby pins. Tears began to build behind my eyes, but I slapped them down.

Things were happening around me and to me. I couldn't break down now.

It was inevitable I was stuck in this horribly clichéd episode of the Twilight Zone.

There was no way I was having a breakdown before I got some answers.

"The Almighty." Leo lifted his face and snarled up at the ceiling. "I hope you're happy up there you devious, unforgiving old wretch!"

"THE god?"

He glared at me. "Yes THE god. The one who rules us all."

"If he's almighty why the hell does he keep you around?"

"Do you think he sits up there looking down on you idiot goldfish in his pond and drink beer all day?"

I cleared my throat.

"He's a busy being. Some things need to be delegated."

"And you do what for Him exactly?"

"I'm the Minister for the Department of Wishes." My mouth hung open and he grinned. "Yes. I hear them all. Even the one where you wished for spontaneous Hugh Jackman orgasms every time you click your heels together."

My face burned and I wished the ground would open me and swallow me whole. So maybe he was telling the truth and I hadn't gone off the deep end into an alternate reality.

"I would be delighted to grant you that particular wish, but I'm afraid while we're banished to this world, we cannot use our powers."

I rose out of the chair when I finally had control of my limbs. "You demonstrated your power rather vigorously a few minutes ago."

"Hmmm," he gave me another of his patented cold smile. "Irony of ironies only allows one of us to use our powers when in contact with you it seems." He looked up at the heavens again. "Thanks a lot!"

Rubbing my throbbing head, I took a deep breath. "This is crazy."

"That outfit is crazy. Not to mention excessively ungrateful."

Mouth dropping open I gaped at him. "Excuse me!"

"I will have to," he scoffed, eyes running over me. "You must own something that flatters all the gifts the Almighty gave you."

I found myself speechless and furious and a myriad of other emotions that will soon become familiar in Leo's presence. With time I will learn that it's better to just assume he's an asshole, help him get back to heaven and get on with my own life. To think our wishes get granted by him. I was partially gratified to learn that his department handled much of the load of the world. Why my wishes went to him, I will never be able to forgive God for.

"If I'm going to help you, we need to set some ground rules first."

An auburn eyebrow arched. "You're bargaining with a god?"

"A banished god who can't return to the heavens without my help, remember?" Crossing my arms, I went to stand before his supposed throne. "Look, I don't like this anymore than you do. I did not choose you, but we do seem to be stuck together for the time being. I think it'll be in both our interest to just find a way to fix you problem so we can both get on with our lives."

His eyebrows drew together with each world, his eyes cutting into me as I ploughed on. To be honest, he scared the shit out of me most of the time, but if I didn't stand my ground, I'd never forgive myself.

"First rule. You do not get to polish your powers on me."

"Unacceptable."

I blinked. "What? You want to—"

"No!"

"Then what the hell is unacceptable!"

"That you are dictating terms."

"Do you want my help or not?"

"Do you think you have a choice?" He snorted, looking down at me like a worm. "I could have you on your knees with a snap of my fingers."

I glared at him. "And God Almighty thinks it's perfectly ok to toy with us as you please. To rape and pillage to your whim?"

Flinching, he looked away, eyes cast somewhere in the distance. "Of course not."

"You all but attacked me. How does that make you any better than those men who get off on making a woman scream?"

"Enough!" He thundered and for a moment my knees turned to jelly. "I will not use my will on you by force." When he saw the corner of my mouth tilt, he leaned forward in his seat, elbows on his knees as he fixed that intimidating gaze on me. "You should be nothing but honored, you filthy human."

"I shall endeavor to contain myself. And I have a name. I want you to use it."

"Goldfish?" He smirked.

"Storm."

Leaning back in his seat he relaxed there languidly, one leg draping over the arm of the chair. "I rather like Goldfish."

Gritting my teeth, I decided that my dignity had been saved. I was pointless to push him further. "Whatever. Rule number two."

"No."

Throwing up my arms I paced away from him. "For the love of… are you going to protest everything on principle?"

"Are you aware that I do not need to agree to a single rule your piddling little brain comes up with?"

"Do you always answer questions with other questions?"

"Do you realize, I don't give a shit!"

I sighed and pressed my fingers against my throbbing temples. "I'm assuming your shining personality is not the reason you were thrown out of heaven."

"Speak your rules and be done with it." He sulked rather fantastically. Even that he was so good at.

"You will not screw up my life any more than you already have. You're temporary; I want things to be able to go back to the way they were."

"Meaning?"

"No showing up at my office. No talking to my co-workers or friends. Just no insinuation into my life."

He chuckled derisively. "You assume that I actually give a—"

"Just say it!"

"Agreed," he rolled his eyes.

"Good. Rule number three." I waited for him to interrupt but he only watched me with hateful distaste. "You will reveal everything that will help us find a solution to getting rid of you. No holding back."

"That, I have no problem agreeing with. I would like this arrangement over as quickly as possible as well." He came out of the chair and my voice died in my throat as he suddenly towered over me. "Three is all you get Goldfish. Don't push your luck."

I stared up at him and marveled again how such a handsome creature could be such as asshole. "You're in my personal bubble."

"You're weak kneed and I didn't even have to use my powers," he purred, his eyes mocking.

A shiver skirted down my spine at the very interesting way his voice reverberated through me.

Oh crap.

He really was hot.

The mansion the Gods were occupying gratefully had a teleport system that allowed me to get home with the help of a snap of Leon's fingers. They formed a link to my storeroom door for future. It felt silly, but I let it slide. There was a lot of fantastical aspects to my life now. I decided to just go with the flow.

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To be continued…