* A retelling of the myth of Orion*
Will the night skies be forever changed?
Those upon Earth would assume the life of a Greek god is a walk through Elysium. They would be terribly wrong. Apollo, the golden son of Zeus, is far from home, banished from Olympus to live and train with the Titan, Helios. To compound his misery, Apollo is still mourning the loss of his first love, Hyacinthus. Life becomes a daily routine of shame, drudgery, and abuse until the hunter Orion appears at the eastern end of the world, seeking the healing touch of a Titan.
When Helios refuses to aid yet another offspring of the usurping gods, Apollo hides Orion and heals the hunter as best as his fledgling powers allow. Blinded eyes mend slowly, and the two young men find themselves falling in love as the seasons go by. But the gods of Olympus see all, and Sky father Zeus disapproves of the budding relationship. Can their love stand against the disapproval and fury of the god of men?
My sonnet must be special. It must convey the passion I feel. The burgeoning desire I have to plunder a mouth sweet as ripening fruit. To run my palms and lips over a torso furred and firm, rippled with muscle and sinew. The words must tell how I yearn to dip my tongue into the valleys of his pelvis and ribs, how I shiver at the thought of caressing his hips and thighs, how I ache to stroke his thick length into stiffness, roll the heavy stones of procreation in my sweaty palms, feel his heated breaths rasping across my shoulders as he moves within me with long, animalistic strokes until we both flare like wild stars in the cosmos. This is what I strive to put to paper. All night I’ve sat writing, letting my heart and body express themselves on papyrus.
I know I love Orion. I stop writing to gaze at the stars. I smile and realize that I’m happy. I find the brightest flare in the black cape of night and think of Artemis. I hope she can feel the joy growing within me. I wish she would visit so I could introduce her to Orion. I think she’d like him. How could she not? He’s the man who holds her twin’s heart in his calloused palms! Ah, I cannot sit here any longer. My body thrums wickedly, knowing he is drawn to me as I am to him. I must go to him. My heart can’t withstand another night of being away from him.
USA Today Bestselling Author V.L. Locey – Penning LGBT hockey romance that skates into sinful pleasures.
V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, Torchwood and Dr. Who, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a pair of geese, far too many chickens, and two steers.
When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in one hand and a steamy romance novel in the other.
