Krystian brings his fist to his lips to hide his smirk.
“I think I know why you’re here,” Aphrodite purrs, sashaying forward.
She reaches for one nipple sticker and tosses it aside, then she grabs at the other.
“Is that a nipple piercing?!” Thea’s voice goes shrill.
Instinctively, I dip my gaze to the goddess’s breasts, noticing that there is, in fact, a metal barb cutting through her pink nipple. That must be new. It certainly wasn’t there the last time she attempted to seduce us.
“Don’t fucking look!” Thea sounds horrified.
I immediately turn away, and that only pisses me off.
Who is she to tell me what to do? To tell me who I can and can’t look at? I barely fucking know her, and we’re certainly not in a relationship.
So, ignoring the erratic thumping of my heart, I force myself to look at the goddess, to take in all of her supple curves and defined lines. Her large breasts, slightly flushed. Her nipple piercings. The black thong that leaves very little to the imagination, accentuating her pubic hairs and slit.
I feel…nothing.
How goddamn concerning.
“I will poke out your eyes and then feed them to my cactus, so help me God,” Thea threatens, moving until she’s blocking the goddess from my view.
Her tiny hands are curled into fists as she glares up at me.
That act of defiance…
The way her cheeks burn with righteous indignation and anger…
All of that honey-blonde hair cascading around her…
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
My cock stirs the way it didn’t before with Aphrodite. I just pray Thea doesn’t notice—or she assumes my reaction has something to do with the goddess before me.
Wait…did she say cactus?
She’s so fucking weird.
“We’re not here for that,” Zaid says with a restrained chuckle, trying to be diplomatic. “You know Ares will castrate us if we touch you.”
Thea places a hand on her hip and cocks it to the side. “That’s the only reason you don’t want to touch her?”
We ignore her, obviously, and keep our attention fixed on the goddess. Well, I try the best I can, but it’s hard with Thea jumping up and down, repeatedly trying to block Aphrodite from view.
I can’t help but notice her breasts jiggle each time she jumps. I wonder what she looks like wearing the bra I picked out for her. Fuck.
Stop. Thinking. Of. Her.
“You sure?” Aphrodite giggles and absently traces a hand down her chest, flicking at the bar in her nipple. “Because you boys look awfully excited.”
“You better be happy to see me and not her,” Thea warns.
I instinctually scowl at her—then remember she’s invisible and stands at Aphrodite’s boob level, so it looks like I’m scowling at the goddess’s tits.
Goddamn reaper.
“We really don’t want to piss off Ares,” Zaid tries again, forcefully ripping his gaze from Thea to give the goddess his full attention. “You know how he is.”
