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He’s no god,” the dark one said. “He’s merely named for one.”
    “I’m as powerful as a god. Would you care to find out how powerful I am?” The blond squeezed Mara harder. His cock indented the flesh of her thigh , and it felt like a branding iron. She pressed against it, unable to help herself. When he laughed in her ear, her blood began to cool, though.
    “You’re frightening her, Poseidon. Let her go.”
    “She wants to be frightened. She wants to be chased and captured and held down…don’t you, pretty one?”
    “Maybe later…right now, do you think you could let go, just a little bit?”
    He let go.
    She wobbled while the blood rushed back into her upper torso. “Thanks.”
    Poseidon crossed his massive arms over his chest and glared at her. “Are you losing your nerve? When your fantasies come to life before you, you shy away?”
    “Uh…I’ve never actually had a fantasy come to life in front of me before, so I don’t have much frame of reference. Can you give me a minute to process?”
    The dark one laughed. What had Poseidon called him? Tiran? God, he was beautiful. They both were exquisite, but Poseidon’s was a cruel beauty, a frighteningly complete perfection that left Mara just a little cold.
    Suddenly she felt naked under their combined scrutiny. She pulled the edges of her cover-up closed . “Where did you both come from?”
    Poseidon sneered. “Your imagination. You were dreaming of a good hard fuck, weren’t you? Not pleasant conversation.”
    The other looked daunted. He extended one hand toward Mara, coaxing her a step in his direction. “Forgive my brother’s insolence. Would you like to walk with me?”
    Mara’s gaze bounced from one to the other. Some dream, she thought. Maybe it’s time to wake up. She concentrated for a second, but nothing changed. The two men stared at her, Poseidon with impatience and Tiran with benign curiosity.
    “So you’re saying you’re not real?”
    “This is a waste of time, Tiran. She asks too many questions when she should be prostrate, waiting for her champion to make use of her.”
    “I what ?” Mara took another step away from Poseidon.
    “I’m bored with this game, brother. I’ll leave her to you and find sport with a woman of our own race.”
    With that, Poseidon turned on his heel. In five powerful strides, he stood knee deep in the waves, and Mara’s jaw dropped when his body seemed to liquefy into a shimmering pillar of water. She gaped as the pillar folded into itself and merged with the beating surf.
    Definitely a dream. She gave Tiran a bewildered look.
    He laughed. “It wasn’t our intent to frighten you. I’m glad Poseidon decided to leave. I wasn’t interested in fighting with him.”
    Me, too, she thought. “You come from the sea?” Lame question. She was full of them, it seemed.
    He nodded as if the revelation was of no consequence. “Sit down. Don’t fear me. I won’t hurt you. I wasn’t sure I believed Poseidon when he told me of your fantasies.”
    “My fantasies? How would he know about my fantasies?” Despite her alarm, Mara felt strangely compelled to sit. She folded herself down on the beach towel and her naked visitor crouched beside her. When her gaze strayed to his impressive erection, she realized he now wore dark blue swim trunks. Where had they come from?
    “Poseidon entered your mind. It’s against our laws and I apologize for him. I will never intrude on your thoughts in that way. I promise you.”
    “Oh. Good.” Now Mara felt dreamy and tired. Her surroundings seemed to waver and blur, and she indulged the sudden desire to lie back on the warm towel.
    Tiran loomed over her for a second, his broad shoulders blocking the orange light of the setting sun. She imagined he cupped her cheek with one large hand and caressed her skin almost reverently. The gentle touch made her nipples harden and the muscles of her pelvis clench. His hand trailed down her neck, fingers teasing the skin and