Chapter 27 #2
‘You look…’ he rasped, his eyes never leaving my breasts. ‘Delicious.’ His gaze finally found my face, and blood poured into my cheeks as my eyes anxiously searched for Tee.
‘Thank you,’ I muttered, finally relaxing as Tee appeared beside me, offering a plate of canapés. I took several and stuffed them into my mouth, chewing self-consciously as Ares’ gaze zeroed in on my moving lips.
‘Gods, you’re ravishing,’ he murmured, gingerly adjusting his crotch.
Tee snorted a laugh, and I almost spat the canapés in his face as I spluttered in surprise.
‘Let’s go.’ He offered me his arm, and I placed my hand on his bulging forearm as he led the way.
Glancing around, I realised the room had all but emptied.
‘You’re going to love the trials,’ he said excitedly as he led Tee and me to what appeared to be a box like those at the theatre, but much bigger.
‘Wouldn’t it be funny if I won this competition for your hand in marriage?
Gods—’ He stared down at my breasts again.
‘I really want you to choose me this time, Persephone.’ He adjusted his crotch with a wince and then turned away to address the crowd.
‘Yeah, about as funny as a Greek tragedy,’ I muttered, causing Tee to spurt a laugh. I watched him puff out his chest and wave majestically at the raucous crowd. ‘Ugh, he’s like a parasitic toenail infection.’ This time, Tee nearly choked on her wine as she thumped her chest to clear it.
Tee and I sat in the plush seats. The box was situated centrally, overlooking the enormous amphitheatre, which featured a full orchestra on a stage. Built in a semicircle, the amphitheatre featured tiered seating rising on one side of a central arena.
‘Welcome to Thrace Trials!’ Ares yelled, and the crowd screamed in delight.
The acoustics of the amphitheatre were superb.
‘We have the first soldiers to fight, one-on-one.’ Two giant men, who also resembled mountain ash on steroids, strode into the arena, and the crowd went wild.
‘Then we will move on to the pairs’ battle! ’ Ares yelled, and the crowd roared.
It was an ‘oh fuck’ moment. ‘They’re gladiators?’ I turned to Tee with wide eyes. ‘I don’t do blood sports,’ I croaked, starting to panic.
‘Calm down, babe. It’s simulated warfare.
It used to be a major form of entertainment in ancient Greece.
Being the god of war, Ares still has a hard-on for it.
’ She tutted. ‘Ares’ soldiers are an expensive investment, so it’s preferable that they don’t die on the field…
but they must be strong enough to last more than one fight. ’
The orchestra started to play dramatic music, and I took deep breaths as I watched the soldiers come together in a clash of swords and shields. Ares sat down beside me, handed me another glass of fizzy wine, then placed a large hand on my bare knee, making me squirm internally.
‘The spear they carry is known as a panoply,’ Ares said, leaning close to my ear, his eyes fixed on the arena. As I studied the soldiers, I noticed they also carried a short sword and a circular bronze shield, and wore a bronze helmet, a bronze breastplate, greaves for their legs, and ankle guards.
He turned to me, his eyes zeroing in on my breasts. At the thought of him drooling, my temper sparked.
‘Are you completely psychotic?’ I gestured with my chin towards the bloodied, battling soldiers. ‘I’m about two seconds away from throwing up.’ He chuckled softly, shaking his head, then stared at my breasts again.
‘Gods, what I would give to get my hands, lips, and cock on your tits, Persephone.’
‘Excuse me? You’re such a fucking creeper!’ I snarl-whispered, and Tee sounded as if she was choking on air.
‘I know.’ He grinned. ‘But I’m a great fuck.’ Then the prick winked at me, his eyes turning back to the battling soldiers. He stood and walked to the box balustrade, yelling instructions to the fighting men.
‘I’m about two seconds away from sharpening a shiv from my toothbrush,’ I whispered to Tee, seething.
‘Did you bring one?’ Tee cocked her head.
I glanced in my clutch. ‘Nope.’ I chuckled, and she almost spat out her wine. ‘I want you to fetch my divine blade, Tee. Please?’ She’d flatly refused several times.
She shook her head. ‘Nope. If you had that blade, both Ares and Hades would have been castrated by now.’
I snort-laughed. ‘Meh… you’re probably right.’ After another ten minutes of watching grown men fight, I turned back to Tee. ‘Please take me home, Tee. I’ve had enough of this crapfest.’ Tee gave me a furtive smile. ‘I mean, to the Underworld,’ I added hastily.
We stood to leave, and Ares darted to my side, making me jump.
‘We’re leaving, Ares,’ Tee said gently. ‘Persephone isn’t feeling too well.’
‘Persephone, please don’t leave me.’ Ares looked close to crying, which made me feel horrible—well, until I realised he was talking to my breasts.
I smiled warmly at him as I took his hand. ‘Did I, the original Persephone, like you?’ I asked.
He scratched his chin and looked pensive. ‘I don’t think so. You once called me an egotistical cock.’ He tilted his head as if in thought.
Bingo. Nothing had changed there. ‘Then, perhaps you need to find someone you’re more in tune with.
You know? A female warrior. Someone who enjoys hunting and killing things.
A woman who revels in torturing and maiming people, perhaps…
like a serial killer?’ Tee covered her mouth to cough, likely trying to stifle her laughter.
‘But Persephone. Apart from Hecate, you’re the scariest chick I’ve ever met. Plus, your breasts are every man’s wet dream,’ he added quietly.
I took a step back, pointing at myself. ‘Me?’ He nodded. I shot Tee a worried look.
‘Told you we weren’t to be messed with.’ She grinned. I widened my eyes at her before turning back to the god of war.
‘Ares, I have to be honest. You and I—we’re just not a good match. I’m sorry.’ He pouted as though I’d just asked him to file a tax return. I squeezed his hand, and then Tee flashed me the fuck out of there.
‘I’ll make us some food. I said I’d meet Hedone and cook with her. Do you want me to bring you some?’ Tee asked. I nodded, and then she disappeared.
I poured myself a glass of nectar, kicked off my shoes, and stalked the sitting room.
Hades—the arrogant, ignorant tosser—had actually told Poseidon about going down on me.
The more I thought about it, the hotter my anger burned.
Was it just a game to him? Doubt hissed through me like bitter smoke, sour and suffocating.
I downed two more glasses of nectar, each gulp stoking the fury coiling in my gut until I was vibrating with rage.
Finally, I stormed to the double doors, slammed them open, and marched inside.
There he was—Hades—lounging on the sofa with a book, calm as a cucumber on ice.
Grrr.
‘You loud-mouthed tree frog!’ I fumed as I stood before him.
He glanced up from his book, and his expression darkened as he looked at me, his eyes fixated on my breasts.
‘Did you go to Ares’ court looking like that?
’ he bellowed as he jumped to his feet, still staring at my breasts.
His eyes turned into golden aether, and his mouth was nothing more than a thin slash.
‘Hey, blame Hedone, not me. I didn’t particularly want to get my breasts out for anyone.’
Apart from you, that irritating little voice in my head said. And you can pipe down! I growled at the little fucker.
He continued to stare at my breasts. ‘Hades.’ No answer, his eyes fixed solely on my chest. ‘Hades!’ I yelled, and he jumped, his gaze finding my face. ‘You told Poseidon you’d given me oral sex. How could you?’ I gave him a look that should’ve shrivelled his balls.
He groaned and slumped back onto the sofa. ‘He told you?’
‘He insinuated,’ I barked. ‘Is this some twisted game to you? Tell me the truth.’
‘No.’ He sighed wearily. ‘He wanted to know why you kissed Apollo.’ I gulped. Damn. ‘He was apoplectic. I had to explain how you were well within your rights to kiss him.’ His jaw hardened. ‘How angry you were when I left you without an explanation. I trust him, Persephone. He’s my ally.’
‘Oh,’ I squeaked. ‘Right. Well, no more gossiping about my sex life. Okay?’
‘Yes. I’m sorry.’ His eyes were back on my breasts. He was focused on them, and I noticed his beautiful big cock straining against his jeans. I wanted to taste him again. Gods, I was going insane.
I don’t know what came over me… something primal stirred within, but that sensitive area between my thighs tingled and was flooded with wetness and heat. I sauntered over to him, hiked up the dress, and straddled his lap.
‘Persephone,’ he groaned.
‘Hades,’ I whispered, nuzzling his neck. His low growl reverberated through me. ‘Would you like me to taste you again?’ At my words, I felt a shiver roll through him.
‘Yes. Or…’ He hesitated. ‘I could—’ He stopped.
‘You could what?’ I breathed as my teeth grazed his neck.
‘Fuck you with my tongue,’ he said in a low, animalistic whisper.
Oh, hello, Mamma! ‘Okay.’
He lifted me, and I yelped as his hands grasped the front of my dress and tugged.
The dress tore straight down the centre, and he pushed it away from my shoulders.
As I stood in my lace underwear, he feasted on me with his eyes, then palmed my breasts, making me moan softly.
He licked and sucked my taut nipple through the lacy bra, and then did the same with the other.
As his fingers rubbed and tweaked and his mouth played erotic games, I felt myself turning to goo—a pile of aroused goo—and I was on the edge of an orgasm.
‘More,’ I rasped.
‘Gods, Persephone.’ He raised his head, and I whimpered. ‘Your breasts are fucking delightful.’ He gave me an indecent smile, then carried me to his bedroom, placing me face down on his bed.
He hovered over me, and I groaned softly. He trailed his fingers down my spine. ‘Are you okay?’ he whispered.