Calliope was her oldest friend, and perhaps one of the only immortals who truly knew her inside and out, who held her heart with the strength it deserved.
She also knew the intricacies of Athena’s dysfunctional family in great detail.
“When’s the last time you’ve been in these walls?” Athena asked with a raised eyebrow.
Calliope clung to her, the sweat of her palms making Athena smile. Unlike her, Calliope could present a bold, brave front, but on the inside she was subject to overwhelm. In the presence of lust especially, Calliope became all too encompassed, too inspired, and unless she had a way of documenting or recording all of her inspiration, she could become rather testy.
Where Athena had no qualms about taking pleasure where it was offered, Calliope was not so confident in such matters.
Which meant her presence at the Den was purely because she knew Athena’s plans before she even said them, and she’d shown up as usual to provide her the support she needed.
Everyone should have a Callie.
“It’s been a while,” Calliope said as a blush crept on her cheeks.
“Well, I hope you didn’t come herejustto watch me kick my brother’s ass.”
“Perhaps I came to be damage control,” Calliope sweetly mused as they entered the main room. The bar was packed, and the dance floor itself was dense, just as the seats were filled for the current show taking place.
Athena could not help but smile as she recognized the female on stage, her unique raven tattoo that curled around her alabaster skin, her round, beautiful ass on display for a throng of patrons as the man on stage—who was wearing nothing but leather pants—flogged her, turning her pale cheeks a delicious shade of crimson.
Like the center of a blood orange.
Athena could not take her eyes off of them, as memories of the previous night filled her brain. Of Brian’s hands wrapped around her wrists, of his cock filling her to the brim, pushing her over the edge, over and over again.
The hazy memory of a night filled with such satisfaction, ofmultipleorgasms made her insides twist deliciously as a welcome wetness bloomed between her legs.
She pressed her legs together, trying to stifle the sudden arousal, trying to bury the thought of Brian and the sound of his delectable moans, the memory of his warm release coating her skin.
This is not why I came here!
But perhaps this visit does not have to be strictly business...
Though the very thought of sequestering one of Samael’s dungeons did not feel right to her, not in the slightest; a notion that should have been quite alarming to her.
She’d never felt opposed to such things before.
But instead, she shook off the strange feelings, just asMorganand her Dom exited the stage, making a beeline for them.
“Athena! Calliope! Long time no see!” The Morrigan herself purred as she pulled them in for a hug, her pert nipples brushing against the leather of Athena’s dress. Athena slid her arms around her friend’s sweat-slicked body, feeling a burgeoning camaraderie she hadn’t felt in ages.
It was truly good to be home.
“It has been too long, hasn’t it?” Athena said sweetly.
Calliope brushed some strands of loose dark hair over her shoulder, avoiding the leather-masked man’s gaze. Up close like this, Athena could appreciate the man’s build. It reminded her of the gladiators from her yesteryear, the sight of the muscles, the sweat, and the almost perfect design.
In all her years, she’d never truly favored one body type over the other, just as she hadn’t favored one gender over the other. It was all the same to her. Sex was just sex. It was gratifying, a means to an end. It did not hold the same weight for her kind as it did for the humans.
Humans themselves were rather fertile creatures, and the ever-present need to procreate was crafted into their DNA. It was a compulsion, aneedto prolong life because they were not immortal.
Humans could not live forever, but if they managed to spread their seed, they lived long past their death in the genes of the next generation.
It was much more rare for immortals such as herself to experience this act of longevity. Though plenty of gods and beings were capable of producing children and heirs, Athena was not one of them.
In all the years she’d been involved with supernatural beings and humans, she’d never once found herself with child, a situation she hadn’t felt too broken up about.
Especially after she’d had experience with the repercussions of such trysts, what with being a child of Zeus and all.
