Aphrodite scoffs and moves towards the bed. Thea has to practically dive to not be run over by the raging goddess.
All of us look away as Aphrodite bends over to grab something off the bed. Everyone, that is, except for Thea.
“Dude! She’s wearing a butt plug!” Thea points at Aphrodite’s ass, then she lowers slightly and squints to see better.
“Oh my god,” Krystian murmurs, gawking.
Thea remains oblivious. “Yup. Definitely a butt plug. It looks like it’s vibrating. Ohhh. That’s on my bucket list. I’ve always wanted to try one.”
Now, all I can envision is a naked Thea with a plug shoved up her perfect ass.
Goddammit.
I blame the pheromones in the air, exacerbating my lust.
Aphrodite straightens and wraps a silky bathrobe around her. It’s practically transparent, leaving very little to the imagination.
“Do you think I care about Ares’s precious feelings?” The goddess’s lips curl. “He certainly didn’t care about mine when he was fucking his lover.”
We’ve all heard the story dozens of times before.
Hundreds of years ago, Ares started an affair with a woman he met—a woman who wasn’t Aphrodite. Ares became obsessed with his new lover and broke things off with Aphrodite, and she became infuriated. Ares begged for Aphrodite to come back to him years later, and they’ve been hate-fucking ever since.
“You might not care, but we do,” Krystian says with a chuckle, holding his hands up in the air placatingly. “He’s a scary asshole on a good day.”
I can’t even imagine what he would do if he thought we were moving in on his girl.
“If you’re not here to fuck me, then what do you want? I’m awfully busy.” Aphrodite sniffs and perches on the edge of thebed, reaching for a bottle of lotion. “I have an orgy scheduled to take place in just under an hour. So unless you want to join…”
“An orgy?” Thea perks up.
“No,” Rafe growls, that one word directed at Thea, though Aphrodite nods as though he was responding to her.
Yeah, no fucking way will we allow Thea to partake in an orgy with a bunch of random-ass humans and supernaturals. Just the thought of anyone touching her makes me want to slam my fist through a face.
Not that I care.
She can do whatever the fuck she wants.
Just as long as it doesn’t involve other men or women, obviously.
“We just wanted to get the details on the latest gossip.” Krystian waggles his eyebrows.
Aphrodite perks up. “Gossip?”
Hook, line, and sinker.
“Something about Hades’s favorite reaper…” Zaid scratches absently at his chin, gauging her reaction carefully.
But he doesn’t have my enhanced senses, so he doesn’t hear the way her heartbeat picks up speed. He doesn’t see the sweat that dots her forehead.
“What are you talking about?” She sniffs and refocuses on her task at hand—sensually rubbing lotion into her thighs and calves.
I scowl and continue watching her, studying every micro expression, every twitch of her lips and tightening of her eyes.
“Just a rumor we heard,” Krystian says, moving to claim an armchair closest to the bed. He rests his elbows on his knees and leans forward. “It made us curious.”
“None of us know a lot about the Big Three,” Zaid takes over, speaking of the three most powerful gods in existence.
