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“Zethan should have let Hades kill Colton when he had the chance.” Castor glanced at the Maat tattoos on his fingers. “Then we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Hindsight’s a bitch.” Finally, Castor’s cluster separated, and I worked my fingers to dissolve the remaining lumps.

He raked a hand through his dark hair. “If we go after him, it will be war, and Slade will make it barbaric and messy.”

Shit. The last thing the club needed. Maybe I could talk him out of it. Then I remembered I didn’t have any power with the club’s men or votes because they didn’t respect my addition to the club. Bikers could get fucked as far I was concerned, my men excluded.

Wanting a change of topic to give Daddy a brief reprieve, I curled my arms around his neck, leaning my face next to his. “You need to stretch and not spend so much time hunched over your desk and books.”

“Stretch? Me?” He chuckled in that dark way the warmed me all over. “I don’t need that when my woman can massage and heal me.”

I smacked him on the chest for trying to cheat his way out of releasing his bunched up and protesting muscles. “You’re asking for a stooped back at age sixty.” I kissed him on the ear. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He brought my hands to his mouth for gentle and grateful kisses. “Thanks for looking after me.”

He took care of himself with a clean and healthy diet. Exercise, not so much. But I dragged him onto the yoga mat for some stretches every now and then. Better than nothing. My dark, dominant man worked too much and I worried for him.

“If you do some yoga with me, I’ll give you a foot massage.” That old trick always worked with Slade. Sometimes I needed to nudge my stubborn men with incentives.

Castor chuckled and shook his head. “Calculating, like your goddess.”

I hopped off his lap and removed the two yoga mats I brought in my bag. “On the floor. Now, buster!” Smiling sweetly, I unraveled them, flicked them, and set them on the floor.

Castor chewed his lip, nodding, impressed by my cunning. “That explains the massive bag. Here I was, thinking you were packing an Uzi.”

I poked my tongue at him. “I always come prepared.” I reached back into my bag to get him a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for exercising in. “Strip. Now.”

He swept me into his arms and growled in my ear. “Are you challenging Daddy’s authority?”

I nipped his ear. “Always. You know I don’t do what Slade says and drive him up the wall.”

Castor’s hand curled around my neck, dragging me down for a hot kiss that left me wired and breathless. “Headstrong, just like your goddess.”

I shimmied at the compliment, which is why Isis chose me. She didn’t want some simpering bitch who submitted to her. Isis wasn’t an average goddess. She was the queen of the Egyptian pantheon. Role model. Mother. Powerful. And in a pantheon full of vicious, deceitful gods, she had to trick them at every turn to remain on her throne when her enemies conspired to snatch it from her.

“Health is what I’m born to do, and I’m going to look after yours as much as I do my three other mates.” No backing down with these men.

He tilted my chin, lifting my gaze to his. “I accept your foot massage, Sorceress. But I have extra terms. You’re going to suck my dick real good. Slow, hard, and deep. Deal?”

The fires of hell swept through me, leaving nothing but ash. Daddy knew how to work me into cooperation.

I pressed my lips together pretending to think. Of course, my answer was a certified yes, but I made him wait, each second passing making his fingers impatiently tighten on my neck.

“Five minutes of flexing and extending your muscles. No less. Otherwise, the deal’s off.” Nurse A could make deals like my solicitor mate, and I wasn’t getting screwed out of this. “And you lick my pussy twice. Slow, hard, and delirious.”

“Consider this my signature.” Castor kissed me, bonfires and domination. Coffee and pastries. Heaven and Hell.

With dark promise in his eyes, he withdrew, leaving me barely able to breathe or cool down as he slipped out of his jeans, shirt, and cut, sliding into the workout gear.

Oh, yeah, this was going to be fun.

CHAPTER15

Aaliyah

Stretches and sex.Not a bad deal. I ought to make bargains more often if I got rewarded with easing my mate’s tension and giving him health benefits.

Before we commenced, he threw out a dark fog of magick, locking the door. A wrecking ball wasn’t getting through that thing.

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