Page 6 of Charmed By Apollo

Oh, I can tell you what to do.

She huffed. “There’s really not much more to do.” Walking toward a shelf filled with tools, she crossed her arms. “You can go now…like, do whatever it is gods do.”

“We do pretty much whatever,” he said with a chuckle. “Now c’mon, tell me what else I can do? Do you want me to put up decorations? Help with the booths? Maybe wrestle a minotaur or two?”

“None of that is necessary.”

“Hey, now.” He strode over to her. “Did I do something wrong? I feel like I offended you somehow, but I don’t know how.”

“You didn’t.”

“I think I did,” he countered. “You’ve been prickly this entire time.”

“I hardly know you.”

“So, get to know me.” He leaned in closer. “Am I that terrible? Does my breath stink? Or do I have B.O.?”

None of that was true, especially the last one. To her wolf senses, he was delicious—intoxicating and potent and difficult to ignore.

“Stay out of my way, okay?” She pushed past him, accidentally brushing her shoulders against him. Big mistake because she got a whiff of him again, the heady scent sending all kinds of signals to her brain. A strange, primal need—an urge from deep inside, tugged at her chest.

“Hey”—his hand reached out to grab her forearm—“just tell me what I did wrong.”

Existing? Being so damned sexy? With a feral growl, she yanked her arm away, but instead of running off, she pushed him against the wall. “Gods, you talk too much. Don’t you ever shut up?”

“I’ve been told it’s my most charming—mmm!”

Unable to help herself, she pressed her mouth to his. He froze for just half a second before he pulled back.

“Wait…are you sure…Geri…”

“It’s just sex,” she stated. “Don’t worry, I promise not to be a stage five clinger or anything.” That wasn’t her style, after all.

“Oh, well then…”

He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for another kiss. This time, he was the aggressor, his mouth moving over hers urgently, devouring her—and she loved every second of it. His lips slanted over hers as his tongue licked at the seam of her mouth, urging them to open. Once they did, his tongue snaked into her mouth.

Oh…

He tasted like sunshine after a rainy day, sweet and warm and luxurious. This close, she got an even deeper whiff of his amazing scent. A deep growl reverberated from her chest and desire shot straight to her core.

Too many clothes. Desperation clawed at her, wanting to feel his naked skin against her. So she grabbed the neckline of his shirt and tore it down.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed against her mouth. “Wow. Did you?—”

She nipped at his lower lip. “Less talking.” Reaching done, she fumbled at the fly of his jeans, opening them, and then pushing them down. She gasped as her hand felt the significant bulge growing under the fabric of his briefs.

He thrust his hips at her. Taking that as a positive sign, she eased the fabric of his underwear down, wrapping her hand around his thick, hard cock as it sprang out. It was warm in her palm, and it gave a small twitch when she tightened her grip around it. Lifting her head, she stared at him as she began to move her hand.

He let out a low moan. “Yes…faster.”

There was something intoxicating at watching his face twist in pleasure as she stroked his cock—he was a god, after all, but she, quite literally, held the power in her hands. She focused her attention on his expression as she moved her hand faster, tightening her grasp as she pushed him closer to the edge.

“F-fuck, baby,” he said with a savage groan, then pulled her hands away. “I don’t wanna come yet.”

“No, we wouldn’t want that.” She smirked at him.

“Let me make you feel good.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer for another kiss. As their lips met once again, he moved a hand into the waistband of her jeans, deftly unzipping the front and slipping into her panties. “Soaked already.” A finger traced over her slit, pushing her lips apart. When it grazed over her clit, she shuddered and pushed her hips toward him.

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