“You gave that bitch my Dolce?!”
“Witch, Aphrodite,” Blue corrected—still utterly calm. “She's a witch, with a W.”
“I demand my property back,” she snarled.
“Do you see her here?” Blue's voice finally hardened. “I will reimburse you for your dress and the perfumes.”
“Not good enough,” she growled.
“Do not let my new attitude toward humans fool you,” Blue's voice sank into sinister tones. “I am still the God of War, and I have no problem with showing you how very violent I can be.”
Silence. Then Aphrodite's footsteps hurried away, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“She will be trouble,” Kuan Ti said.
“I will handle her,” Blue vowed. “Don't concern yourself with it.”
“Congratulations on your new relationship,” Lir said. “And your healing.”
“I wish you both the best,” Kuan Ti added.
“Thank you,” Blue said. “And thank you for the years you've put into our work. I may not approve of it now, but you were both loyal to our cause and to me.”
“You're all pathetic,” Aphrodite snarled as she strode by for a final time.
After she left, the men bid each other farewell, and then two sets of footsteps walked away. The handle on the bedroom door moved, and I stepped back. Blue opened the door and froze when he saw me.
“Vervain?” He asked. “How long have you been here?”
“Long enough to hear that you made good on your promise,” I whispered. “Thank you, Blue.”
“I did it for both of us,” he said. “My magic craves war, but I do not any longer. I think it's time for some peace.”
“I agree.” I smiled. “Once we kill Aion and Nyx.”
Then Blue blinked and looked me over. “You look magnificent. Your hair; is it longer? And your face.” He lifted a hand to my cheek. “You... you took an immortality potion, didn't you? Was it from Re?”
“You're quick,” I said with surprise.
“I've seen the effects of immortality on humans before,” he reminded me. “But it has especially done nice things for you.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Blue's stare heated as it roamed my body. “Are you ready to hold up your end of our arrangement?”
I nodded; my mouth gone too dry to speak.
“Good.” He took my hand and led me over to the fireplace.
There were two chairs there with a marble coffee table between them. Blue stopped me between a chair and the table and then removed his shirt as he kicked off his shoes. My breath quickened as I watched his sleek chest emerge, and my eyes dropped to the thin trail of hair disappearing into his pants. Blue's elegant hands came into my line of sight; undoing his belt. He yanked it out of the trouser loops and then tossed it on the coffee table.
Then Blue crouched in front of me and folded up the hem of my dress. It was so tight that it stayed in a thick band across my belly; revealing my sex to him. Blue was mere inches away from me, and he took his time admiring the view, but he didn't touch me. He just stood and folded my dress again and again until it only covered my breasts; pushing them even higher than they were before. Then he sat in the high-backed armchair.
Blue would have looked like an English lord, relaxing after a day of hunting foxes, except that he was half naked and fully Aztec. I admired the way the light created shadows beneath his high cheekbones and how his full lips parted as he watched me. Then those lips pressed together, and Blue spread his legs.
“Kneel between my thighs, little witch,” his velvet voice rubbed over me.
I swallowed roughly and settled myself between his legs as he undid his pants. His erection sprang free; the tip glistening. I licked my lips, and Blue smiled sensuously.
“You made me wait,” he said. “Show me how sorry you are.”
I moved forward and took him in hand. Blue leaned back in his chair with a deep sigh; one hand going to my head to stroke back my hair. He watched me indolently as I ministered to him, but when his thighs started to clench, and his breaths come faster, he tightened his hand in my hair and pulled me back.
“Enough,” he said. “I am not convinced. Try it with your breasts.”
“What?” I blinked in confusion.
Blue pulled me forward—forcing me to bend my back a little—and pushed my dress up one more inch. This exposed the lower curve of my breasts and the underside of my cleavage. Blue slid his wet member up into that cleavage. The tightness of the garment held him in place; surrounded by my breasts. He groaned and angled his hips to get deeper. The wet tip of his manhood slid out of the top of my dress.
“Work yourself on me,” Blue growled as he took my hands and placed them over my breasts; pushing them together to make the passage even tighter.
A flush rose over my skin and arousal spread through my body. I don't know why it was so erotic, but it was. I began moving over him and the feel of that hard flesh between the mounds of my sensitive breasts was enough to make me go wet. I began to moan nearly as much as Blue was, and then inspiration took hold, and I bent my head to kiss him each time he peeked through.
“Sweet blood!” Blue cried. “Stop.”
I froze, and Blue slid out of my tight embrace.
“Stand up,” he said breathlessly.
I did as he said; anticipating his next command more eagerly than I would have imagined.
“Turn around and kneel again,” Blue said. “Bend over the table.”
I did as he said, and it put me in a position with my ass directly in front of Blue. He leaned over
