Rumor has it Athena started a relationship with her warriors, which ended when they all passed away on one failed mission. She hasn’t been seen since.
“There’s only one other person I can think of asking,” Zaid begins hesitantly. “Someone who knows everything about everyone.”
We all groan—except for Thea, who volleys her gaze between us, confused.
“Who are you talking about?” She uses a napkin to wipe away pasta sauce that has gotten stuck to her lips.
“Aphrodite,” I answer, internally cringing.
“You mean the Goddess of Love and Beauty?” Thea’s frown deepens.
“The one and only.” Everett blows out a breath and reclines back in the booth.
Aphrodite is also Ares’s ex, though their relationship ended horribly. I don’t know all the details, but apparently, the God of War fell in love with another woman centuries ago. He became so obsessed with the new girl that he stopped giving Aphrodite attention. She was absolutely furious, but her anger only grew when her own team of warriors passed away and we took their place.
It’s her mission in life to destroy us. And how does she go about doing that?
Attempting to seduce us.
She knows, as well as we do, that if she were to succeed, Ares would murder us. They may not be together, but Ares is still insanely possessive of her.
Once, when we arrived at the compound, it was to the sight of a naked Aphrodite splayed out on Rafe’s bed, one of her hands fondling her tit and pinching her nipple while the other played with her pussy.
I jacked off to that imagery for weeks.
Now, my cock doesn’t even stir at the memory of the Goddess of Beauty pleasuring herself.
What the fuck?
How can I get a boner from listening to Thea moan but not feel anything when I think about the most beautiful woman alive in the throes of passion?
Well, second most beautiful.
I’m not sure even Aphrodite can compare to Thea.
For experiment’s sake, I close my eyes and think of Aphrodite the last time I saw her.
She lay on the cot, her long hair cascading around her in a curtain of silk. Her large, perfect breasts were peaked from the chill, her pink nipples hard. She squeezed the tight nub and threw her head back, crying out.
She gasped, continuing to twist and flick her nipple. “Yes!”
Her other hand crept over her toned stomach, through her perfectly trimmed pubic hair, and finally to her spread pussy lips. She rubbed her finger through her folds, then she added a second.
“Oh, fuck. Yes.Yes.” She began to stroke herself even faster, her back arching and her tits bouncing enticingly.
Then she came around her fingers, her pussy convulsing, liquid gushing down her tan thighs.
At the time, I was hard as steel and had to quickly leave the room before I did something I regretted—like getting her on all fours and fucking her.
Now? I feel absolutely nothing. Not even a stirring of lust.
I think of Thea instead, sitting beside me in a hideous oversized T-shirt and pants that do nothing to accentuate her figure. Her lips sucking on the straw of her shake as moan after moan escapes her.
My cock strains against the denim of my jeans.
“Dude.” Zaid nudges me, and I force myself to reopen my eyes, to rejoin the world of the living. “What the fuck was that? You zoned out for a second.”
“Nothing,” I say quickly.
