“What the fuck are you doing here?” Alastor, Morgan’s stage-partner asked as Calliope squeezed Athena’s arm tighter.
“This isn’t the fucking DeLux Cafe, we don’t socialize. If you’re here to get fucked, get a room. Otherwise, take a seat and enjoy the show.” The dark-haired man looked at Calliope briefly before turning to Morgan. “Which weneedto get back to.”
Athena could see her friend’s blush, feel her heated skin, and she knew how overwhelmed she must be in the presence of the wicked pair in front of them. Especially with Alastor and hisgrade Adick straining in his pants, his cocky attitude making him all the more encompassing to someone prone to ideation and inspiration.
“I’m afraid this trip is a business one, and not so much pleasure,” she said, her excitement turning into annoyance at Alastor’s tone.
“I am looking for my brother.”
Morgan raised a perfect eyebrow.
“Well, you are in luck, he is here.”
As I knew he would be.
“I figured as much. Licking his wounds after a fight.”
“For some of us, the fight is all we know. It is what we live for,” Morgan said, her eyes lighting up with both animosity and arousal. Alastor let out a groan of agreeance.
Athena herself did not dislike a fight.
The thrill, the quickness in which one had to think on their feet, and not to mention the match in skill, the overpowering... Images of Brian pushing back against her, holding her hands behind her back surfaced.
For the first time in her long, long life, Athena did not put up a fight. She didn’twantto fight him.
She wanted to submit.
And submit she had.
Athena cleared her throat as she tried to combat the memories threatening to pull her under.
Just as Morgan opened her mouth, she sawhim.
Languidly lying about in a booth with two women between his legs running their hands over him whilst sloppily kissing one another, Mars’s head was thrown back against the booth, not even paying attention to the display in front of him.
Which was highly unlike him.
Perhaps her father was right. Perhaps things were more serious than they appeared.
“Excuse me, I think I’ve found my target,” she said as she extricated herself from Calliope and her acquaintances, striding over to her brother.
“Ladies, find somewhere else to get sloppy. This one belongs to me,” she said callously as the two dark-haired women looked back at her. Athena’s shifting energy ebbed, casting a golden glow around her that most mortals would not be able to see, but would ultimately tell them to fuck off. Animal spirit, no matter what it was, exuded a sort of prowess that most humans were unable to resist.
It was what made Gods and Goddesses like herself and her brother so magnetic. They didn’t have to think about it, it was just an extension of their personality.
Like the lion he was, he perked up at the sound of her voice.
“The fuck you doing here, Atty?”
Athena bristled at his moniker. She cursed Orion for ever calling her such a name in the presence of her brother, for now she was stuck with it for the rest of eternity.
While she didn’t mind if Orion did it, she hated how her brother said it.
Because it carried the tone of animosity, jealousy, and anger.
Mars was everything she was not.
He was an idiot and did not know when to say when.
