Page 118 of Poseidon's Island Flower

Shells.He was freaking huge. He towered over Poseidon, and the veins in his neck and biceps throbbed with each beat of his heart.

“I’m Ares, Poseidon’s sex-ed teacher. I am guessing he pleasured you well? My PowerPoint was very accurate. I had to take pictures of my mate’s pussy to give him an accurate representation. Those line drawings and science books are shit.”

Both Poseidon and I opened our mouths in shock.

“That, that was your mate’s–?” Poseidon stuttered, his hand holding his chest.

“Yup!” Ares beamed proudly.

“You took a picture of your significant other’s body parts? And she allowed that?” I asked.

Ares frowned and shook his head. “Nah, I had to do it while she was sleeping. While she is pregnant, she sleeps a lot. She didn’t wake up, though. She knows sometimes I get in the mood and will fuck her real quick. Mariah usually rolls over when I’m done. That isn’t as fun fucking her while she sleeps, though. I usually like a little action. It’s just that she is so tired during this pregnancy. Mariah sleeps like the dead.”

Loki snorted. “Or you aren’t doing it right. If a woman sleeps through a fucking, you obviously haven’t hit all her right spots.”

Ares turned, glaring at the lean, muscular god. “Don’t you fucking dare. I bet you haven’t even got a tip in a good pussy, yet,” Ares snapped.

Loki rolled his eyes. “I hope not. I just turned eleven.”

“Eleven?” I squealed. He looked like a full-grown adult.

“God’s physical bodies mature quickly,” Lucifer said. “And combined with his intellect, he can get himself in the most trouble.”

“So, about Ares’s inability to please his mate,” Loki spoke, “Do you think it is because his dick is too small?”

Ares puffed up his chest, stormed over to Loki, but the fridge shut and exposed a beautiful woman with strawberry blonde hair. “Ares, don’t you dare!” She wagged her finger. “I will call Mariah and have her put you straight. You know she hates to be woken up. Don’t touch my son.”

Ares growled, stomping over to the corner of the room. He crossed his arms and huffed in annoyance. “I can so please my mate,” he muttered.

“Pencil dick,” Loki taunted.

What a group of gods.

“Tell me about it,”I heard Poseidon.

I blinked, swearing I was just thinking in my head. Poseidon rubbed my back, smiling.

“Did you just read my mind?”

“We can speak to each other through a mind-link, much like some supernaturals,” he said.

I pinched my lips together.

I’ve got a lot to learn.

“You do,” he replied. “But I will be with you the entire way.”

The strawberry blonde woman made her way over to me. She held out her hand. She was smaller than me, but the power she radiated was heavy. She smiled, and I swore I felt like I already knew her.

“I’m Ember, I’m the goddess of pairing, along with Selene,” she laughed. “And welcome to the family.”

The introductions progressed, and more gods seemed to appear from nowhere. They would come from either Koma’s bedroom or through the front door and sometimes even out of a closet. It was odd, seeing so many faces of the gods that I once thought to be fiction.

They were real, and damn, I was one of them.

Hades was certainly brooding, but his attention was mostly on his mate, Ember, who bound Poseidon and me. She was a breath of fresh air, certainly easier to talk to because she wasn’t born a goddess either.

“Selene is just on hiatus; she will be back with us soon,” Ember said as she picked up a glass of wine. “I can’t keep doing all of this myself. The past fifteen years without her have been difficult. The more time I spend bonding with people, the less time I have with Hades, and he doesn’t do well with separation.” She whispered the last part loudly enough for Hades to hear.

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