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Aphrodite and Ares were still going at it in the kitchen while I got whisked off toward the front door without another word. Was it wrong that a not-insignificant part of me wanted to stay and listen? I glanced back over my shoulder with a strange longing burning in my gut, and of course, Deimos was there.

He met my eye, smirking. “If you decide to play fair on that deal, let me know. I’ll be waiting to hear from you.”

Phobos slammed the door behind us, blocking my sight line. “What was he talking about? You have to be careful making deals with my brother. He will always be the one to come out on top.”Which would put me on the bottom.

“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing. He was just… joking.”

We rode home in silence, and as soon as we parked in the garage, I made my excuses and headed for bed.

“Cameron? Are you sure you’re okay?” Phobos called after me when I was halfway up the stairs.

“Sure. Just tired.” And yet, sleep eluded me. I laid in bed most of the night, replaying in my head what it felt like to have Deimos pressed against me, all while I had a hand wrapped tight around my cock.

Chapter 12

Deimos

TW: this chapter contains mention of suicide

“The Faywood Hunters’ Guildhave arrived with those shifters you asked for, my lord,” Zeek said. When I didn’t acknowledge him, he tried again, raising his voice to be heard over the sound of the acetylene torch. “My lord? I said I—”

“Yeah, not now. I’m busy. Just have them put in the cells, and I’ll get to them later.” I waved him off, bending over my task.

This feeling I had—my heart racing in anticipation, butterflies in my stomach—it was close to what I’d once felt for my lost lover, Gorgias. Although this time, it wasn’t tainted with the sharp slap of betrayal.

Nope, I wouldn’t let thoughts of him ruin my good mood. This was going to be epic. I focused on my task, and even surprised myself when I started whistling.

I wasn’t sure how strong Cameron was, but surely not enough to bend steel, right? Although, the bars would need to withstand extreme hot and cold at the very least.

“Sir? Can I… help in some way?” Zeek sounded curious and eager to please, as usual.

I sighed deeply, leaning back on my haunches and pulling off the goggles. I wiped the sweat from my brow and stretched my back. I’d been at this for an hour already. “I guess I could use another set of hands. Here, hold this.” I gestured to the bar I was trying to keep in place.

He hurried over and grabbed the inch-thick steel bar from my hands, swinging it around in his clumsy zeal so enthusiastically that I had to duck or else get clipped in the head. “Hey! Watch it!” I snapped.

Zeek bowed his head in meek obedience. “My most exuberant apologies, most valiant master.” He needed to work on those exaltations. It seemed like he was running out of adjectives.

I snapped out and grabbed his wrist, positioning the bar exactly where I wanted it. “Right…here. Now don’t move.”

Though I’d never been someone to admit when I might be wrong, he did make the work go faster. In no time at all, we had a fairly sturdy-looking cage in place.

I stood back to examine my handiwork. “Yes,” I purred, stroking my chin. “This will do nicely.”

It was nowhere near as tiny or insignificant as the shifter cells. This cell was made to hold a god.

Zeek fidgeted behind me, and the scuffling of his calloused feet on the concrete was starting to get on my nerves. I knew he had questions, and I also knew it wouldn’t take long before the curiosity got the better of him. His face turned red as he seemed to be holding his breath. Then, all at once, he blew out a huge sulfur-scented breath. “Donicely for what, sir?” He seemed to realize his mistake immediately and clamped a hand over his mouth, shaking his head.

For once, though, I didn’t mind him prying. I wanted tobrag.

“This…” I began, tracing my finger along one of the bars, “is a very special treat for a very special friend of mine. We will be welcoming a guest soon, and I would like him to be comfortable for the duration of his stay.”

I wasn’t sure the exact moment I had come up with my plan. Between staring at his pictures and feeling his cock harden in response to me, it seemed like such a logical decision. Add to that the power that thrummed under his skin and my need to claim it, and it was an inevitability.

Cameron would be mine.

“Zeek, I want you to fill this space with luxury. Spare no expense. A wide, plush bed, thick carpet, lamp, bedside table, art on the walls. Something for his clothes, like a dresser. Oh, but then we would have to steal his clothes too. Forget it, too much hassle. We’ll simply have to buy him a whole new wardrobe.”

Zeek had pulled out a notepad and pencil from somewhere inside his wrinkled and for some reason damp suit, and was scribbling furiously to keep up. “Size for the clothing?”

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