Page 101 of For the Love of the Gods

“No, Dominic,” I said, then brought my hand up to brush a loose strand of hair out of his face. “You are the only person who’s been inside of me this year.”

Dominic hummed in satisfaction, but Lukas’s “Ew, for the love of Zeus” through the door distracted both of us.

“I’m just going to spar with him,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. Then I mouthed, “Daphne.”

Dominic’s eyes widened in understanding and then nodded to himself.

“Go,” he whispered back, his genuine tone assuaging the little flicker of guilt in my chest. “Take care of him.”

Dominic placed me in front of him then opened the door. Lukas had retreated a little down the hallway, clearly to avoid any more overheard declarations about Dominic and I’s sex life, but when he saw me, he walked back over to us.

“Are you also going to refuse to apologize to Loretta?” The question pulled my focus from the darkened, haunted blue of his eyes.

“I’ll send her a gift basket of tuna. I’ll throw in some sardines too,” I said, feeling Dominic chuckle at my back.

“Good,” Lukas said. “Ready?”

I nodded and Dominic said, “Return her in one piece. Please.”

Lukas dropped his gaze to me for half a second. A very loaded, knowing half a second that meant I had some explaining to do. “Did he just say please?”

“I think he did,” I answered through a smile.

“I mean it,” Dominic said. “One piece.”

“Be careful, Dominic,” Lukas chastised. “You’re sounding quite possessive.”

“I damn well should,” Dominic shot back. “Allude to fucking my wife again and I’ll break your nose.”

“But I like my nose,” Lukas pouted.

I laughed then turned to Dominic. I swiped a hand over his chest and down to squeeze his hand once.

The action seemed to settle him a bit and he looked at me, amused but still a little traumatized. I tilted my chin up slightly in invitation, and Dominic took it. He gripped my head in both hands and planted a deep kiss on my lips.

“Find me later,” he said, after releasing me.

“I will,” I promised and then I turned to walk down the hallway to the gym with Lukas.

Right as we were about to turn and leave the sight of our—Dominic’s—door, Lukas called over his shoulder, “Bye Dom! Thanks for letting me borrow your wife without breaking my nose!”

Dominic flipped him off, but laughed, full and throaty.

Lukas and I walked down to the gym, chatting about mutual friends, specifically about the end of summer party Sebastian was planning. Sebastian hadn't apologized for his comment at the Council meeting, but I chose to ignore it since he had obviously been drunk.

For now.

Lukas made me promise to stay long enough to see Sebastian sing again and I told him I’d make sure Dominic didn’t pull anything this time.

The poison Lukas picked today was hand to hand combat. Lukas and I spared for over an hour, my body growing more flushed with every swing and blocked punch. I tapped out the third time I pulled a punch and Lukas used it to his advantage to grab my elbow and flip me onto the ground.

That was always my weakness. Pulling back at the last second for fear of hurting someone.

But when had breaking that pattern ever done me good?

We switched to knife throwing after that, which allowed for easier conversation. It also meant Lukas could pepper me with questions about the shift in Dominic and I’s dynamic.

I assumed he knew we were sleeping together, but a late night rendezvous in the Aegean was too romantic to write off.

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