Chapter Five
Geri
The wolf padded silently across the sun-drenched grounds of Apollo’s home in Olympus, its sharp eyes scanning every detail.
Ornate columns rose like trees in the distance, and marble pathways gleamed under the golden light.
Immaculate gardens lined the walkways, bursting with radiant flowers in impossible hues.
It was beautiful—but not wild. Not home.
It’s big, the wolf grumbled. But it’s not Alaska.
You’re the one who chose him as our mate, Geri’s voice echoed in its mind, teasing. Amusement colored her tone. Don’t blame me now.
The wolf huffed in response, and Geri snickered.
"Hello, wolfie," came the overly cheery voice that made the wolf's ears flatten.
It turned slowly, already bristling at the nickname.
The Sun God stood casually, hands in his pockets, a cocky grin tugging at his lips. The wolf huffed again. What is with those stupid nicknames? it grumbled to Geri, who only laughed harder.
Apollo held up his hands. “Can I talk to my mate?”
The wolf promptly ignored him and resumed its pacing.
“Okay, come on—it can’t be that bad here.”
The wolf turned, fixing him with a glare so pointed that he blinked in surprise.
“Whoa. That’s the same look Geri gives me when she’s annoyed.”
Another huff. This time, the wolf’s tail gave a slight twitch.
“Alright, alright,” he said, backing up slightly with a chuckle. “How about a run? There are woods here in Olympus, you know.”
The wolf didn’t move.
He sighed. “Okay, I’m going to have to touch you to teleport you there. Don’t bite me.”
He stepped forward and, without hesitation, rested a hand gently on the wolf’s thick fur. In the blink of an eye, the scenery shifted.
They landed in a grove that shimmered with divine energy.
Trees with bark like polished bronze and leaves of the deepest green surrounded them.
The air carried the scent of myrrh and pine, and sunlight filtered through the high canopy, brightening everything with a tinge of gold.
A cool breeze danced through the underbrush, and somewhere nearby, a brook trickled softly over smooth stones.
The wolf’s ears twitched. This…was better.
“Let’s see how fast you can go,” Apollo said, a cocky edge in his voice.
But before the words were even fully out of his mouth, the wolf launched forward, a brown blur streaking through the golden woods. Its howl rang out like laughter caught in the wind.
“No fair!” he shouted behind it, already giving chase.
The wolf raced through the divine forest, its paws barely touching the ground. It wove between the shining trunks and leapt over roots and glowing streams, fully alive in the way only a run could offer. It could sense Apollo far behind, struggling to close the distance.
Then, suddenly, the god was beside it—his divine speed catching up in a burst of solar energy.
The wolf growled playfully and slammed its shoulder into him.
Apollo let out a startled, delighted laugh. “Oh, it’s like that, huh?”
The wolf took off again, tail high, paws pounding the soft forest floor. The wind raced past, filled with wild scents and the thrill of freedom. This—this—was what it missed.
And then—arms. Strong, warm, divine arms wrapped around it.
Apollo tackled the wolf mid-stride, and they tumbled into the brush in a blur of fur and laughter. Leaves scattered around them like confetti. The wolf whined, squirming in protest, but he just held on, laughing.
“I’ve got you—”
The moment his grip loosened, the wolf wiggled free and shot off again, kicking up moss and dirt.
It glanced back, eyes gleaming with amusement, and let out another bark that sounded far too much like a laugh.
But then—there he was.
Apollo stood right in front of the wolf’s path, arms crossed, a smug grin on his face.
The wolf skidded to a stop and growled, hackles raising in mock irritation. He’s using his powers, it grumbled.
In its mind, Geri laughed. I think it’s time you let him be with his mate.
The wolf gave a dramatic huff, then sighed. With one graceful leap, it shifted mid-air, fur giving way to skin, muscle, and bone reshaping in a flash of light.
Geri collided into Apollo’s chest with full force, laughing as they tumbled to the ground for the second time that day.
Apollo’s arms instinctively caught her. “I was wondering how long I’d have to wait to have you back,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.
She answered by kissing him.
It was warm and lingering, full of affection and fire, like the sun dipping low over a snowy horizon—soft, golden, and alive with promise.
His lips moved against hers with a certainty that melted every last bit of resistance she’d ever harbored.
Her fingers curled against his chest, and he pulled her in tighter, like he never wanted to let go.
When they finally broke apart, she was breathless, but smiling.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered.
“Definitely not,” he agreed, his voice low, full of heat—and then he kissed her again, deeper this time, like the moment had been waiting for them all day.
When they finally pulled back, she studied his face, heart pounding. “Am I reading this right?” she asked, her voice husky.
“Yes,” he said without hesitation, fingers brushing along her jaw. “You’re reading it exactly right.”
“Here? In the forest?” she asked, glancing around the glade where soft moss covered the ground, and the trees filtered the golden Olympus light.
“Yes,” he said again, more amused now. “Sex isn’t taboo here like it is in the Upperworld. It’s part of life here, nature, connection. Though,” he added with a grin, “things are a bit more toned down than they used to be. No wild orgies in the rivers these days.”
She gave him a look. “Please tell me that’s not a real memory.”
“I’ll save those stories for after the honeymoon,” he smirked. “Besides, no one is around.”
She paused, tilting her head as she used her shifter senses to catch any sound beyond their little haven. When silence answered, she turned to him, a sly smile curving her lips.
“I guess we can try something new,” she murmured.
A plush blanket materialized beneath them in a shimmer of golden light. She let out a breathless giggle, brushing her fingers over the soft fabric.
“Look at you, being all thoughtful,” she teased.
“Anything for you,” he murmured, leaning in, his breath warm against her skin.
But she pushed upright instead, and watched his brows lift in surprise as he straightened too. And then she reached for his jeans, undoing the button and zipper. He helped her as her fingers pulled his pants and briefs to free his erection.
Sliding her tight fist along his length, she drew closer with a grin that promised mischief. “Anything for me?” she echoed.
“Well, yeah, with my cock in your hand.”
“Hmm, I think it will be anything for you,” she said before trailing her tongue down the underside of his cock and started working it with her hand. He moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head before taking it into her mouth. And then she slid him deeper, sucking hard as she pulled back.
He gathered her hair from her face. “This is my favorite view, too.”
“Hmm,” she hummed, sucking just the tip. With her other hand, she reached for his balls, scraping her nails against the sensitive flesh.
“Fuck,” he groaned, hand tightening into a fist in her hair.
She moaned and cupped his balls so she could stroke his perineum, which never failed to drive him crazy.
He jerked into her mouth, and she quickened her pace.
“Don’t stop, that’s so good.” Nothing could stop her now when she could feel his muscles tense beneath her touch.
She heard her name and knew he was close.
She thrust her head down, taking him deep as come shot down her throat.
And she swallowed every pulse, until he was quaking and breathless.
Their eyes stayed fixed on each other as she licked his cock clean.
Then, without warning, he hauled her up, and his lips crashed onto hers, hot and urgent, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins.
Her heart slammed against her ribs, heat flooding her skin as his grip tightened around her waist. Every nerve seemed ablaze, tingling under the press of his mouth, the scrape of his teeth, the possessive way he angled her head to deepen the kiss.
Breathless, her body melted into his, a delicious tension coiling low in her belly as sparks danced behind her closed eyes.
“Let me guess, your greedy, little pussy is begging to be fucked.”
She smiled and climbed into his lap, deciding it was better for him to feel just how much she wanted him.
“Soaked, just like I thought,” he grinned and grabbed her hips to drag her pussy over his cock.
It was no surprise that he was hard again. Apollo’s recovery time was practically nonexistent, and that fact alone sent a wicked thrill through her. Nothing turned her on more than knowing just how much he wanted her.
Geri gave him a teasing grin. “You’re still overdressed for what I have in mind.”
With a snap of his fingers, his clothes vanished, leaving nothing but golden skin and sculpted muscle. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding—no matter how many times she saw him like this, it was never enough.
Her fingers traced the lines of his abs and guided his cock through her slick folds, and that first slow slide—hot and edged with delicious friction—was always the sweetest. She took her time, knowing he loved to watch every second of it.
And, sure enough, his eyes were locked on his cock disappearing into her.
So, she decided to give him a little something more to look at.
When her hips were finally flushed with his, he managed to raise his eyes to hers.
She pressed a soft kiss to his lips before leaning back, bracing her hands on his thighs.
His eyes swept hungrily over her curves, and a slow, sinuous roll of her hips made him growl low in his chest.