Free Giving It Up for the Gods by Kryssie Fortune

power. Just thinking of dragging Saul into her bed seemed sordid when she wanted Jase so badly her nipples peaked. Those things out there left her no choice. Nothing would be as bad as being staked out naked over an altar for Neptune’s pleasure.
    She flung open the sitting room door. “Outside. There’s this ring of car headlights like monsters with glowing yellow eyes surrounding your protected area. Look, forget what I said about waiting. Could one of you please screw me? Like now. Then those fish folk of Neptune’s will up and leave.” Lindy couldn’t help herself. She yawned. “Sorry. I guess everything that’s happened has knocked me for a loop.”
    Jase grinned up at her from the sofa. “Then sleep now, screw later. Or maybe we could just leave.”
    “What? Just walk out through the door? You have got to be joking,” she squeaked.
    Saul’s smile was as condescending as his raised eyebrow. “There’s always the priest’s hole and tunnels.”
    Sirens hated dark places—not that they’d admit it. “A secret way out? Where? And is it well lit?”
    Mercury stuck his head around the door. “Is it safe to come in? Hey, Lindy, I bet you can’t find it. I couldn’t when they told me about it.”
    Siren to the core, Lindy rose to the challenge. “Okay, if I was an early Elizabethan with Catholic tendencies, where would I stash the priest so the Protestants couldn’t find him? I wouldn’t want to forfeit my home and my lands, so let me think. The paneling’s too obvious. What about the fireplace?”
    She started toward it but stopped when she spotted the smirks on the menfolk’s faces. Okay, not the fireplace. Think, girl, think . Maybe the bay window flanked by solid stone cylindrical pillars was an original feature. It certainly looked like it. She ran her fingers over the stonework and even lifted the blue cushion, but nothing jumped out at her. “Common sense says it should be here, but I can’t… Oh, hang on. There’s the tiniest crack in the stonework around this pillar. It’s somewhere around here. Right?”
    Jase sauntered across the room. Despite his arrogance, when he moved he was all fluid poise and come-fuck-me hips. “See, Merc, she’s got brains as well as beauty. Sit on the window seat and kick your feet back really hard.”
    She followed his instructions, but nothing happened.
    “You cheating, Jase?” Mercury asked.
    Jase held up his hand in mock surrender. “Would I?”
    “Yes,” Saul and Mercury answered.
    “Never.” Jase laughed.
    Gods, she’d been right. His smile was as devastating as the way his hips moved with gunslinger grace. Lindy resisted the urge to lick her lips, but their gazes locked as he stepped toward her. Her heart pounded, and her pussy clenched.
    He bent toward her, and she thought he meant to kiss her. Then the blasted man paused, his lips inches from her ear, and whispered, “Kick harder.”
    She’d expected something softer, more complimentary. And he knew it. I suppose I shouldn’t expect pleasantries from an uptight, supercilious demon . Angry that he knew just how to affect her—play her more like—she forced a smile. If she was going to kick anything, it should be him. Instead, she took out her frustration on the stone seat, swinging both her feet into it so hard she winced. One of the pillars swung outward. “Great. How wide is that gap? Eight inches? Didn’t the Elizabethans let fat priests conduct Mass?”
    Jase’s wicked grin said he knew he’d won that encounter. Her fingernails curved into claws, but she refused to rise to his bait. Well… If he offered, she’d still be his best, most-willing girl ever. Damn him, he’d rather torment her than fuck her.
    As Jase sat beside her, he said, “Maybe they didn’t all eat like Friar Tuck. Besides, once they were inside, the passage widens into a hidden room between the entrance hall and here. In a dire emergency, there’s a tunnel out to the barn.”
    Saul smiled at the teenager.