Page 1 of A Contemporary Mythos Thanksgiving
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Z E U S
“I’ll show you stuffing,” I whispered into the crook of my Queen’s neck, nibbling her skin and wrapping my arm around her from behind, splaying my hand over her taut stomach.
Keira slapped my hand once it ventured lower and tossed me a glare over her shoulder. “Not the kind of stuffing I was talking about, and you know it, Zeus. You’re not getting out of this conversation again by making a move.”
Groaning, I flopped onto my back in the king-sized bed my wife and I now shared in my downtown New York penthouse—that is when we weren’t strolling the halls of Mount Olympus. My white Labrador retriever, Levin, licked my face and ears with happy tongue panting.
“Well, it’s worked the past four times you’ve brought it up. I thought the odds were in my favor.” I’d draped an arm over my eyes, partially blocking my face from Levin, but flashed Keira a smug grin.
“Zeus,” she shouted through a bout of giggles, rolling onto her side and pinching my nipple. “I’m serious. This needs to happen. There hasn’t been a meeting of the brothers about godly affairs in ages, and it’s been eons since Hades has even set foot on Olympus.”
Yelping after said pinching, I covered my chest with my hands and sighed. “I know, I know. But why Thanksgiving? We’venevercelebrated it.”
“Yes, but—” She turned on her elbows, raising her legs behind her and crossing her feet at the ankles. “—all of us Queens have in our former lives. I’d appreciate it as much as I’m sure they would.”
Nonchalantly, I slipped my finger between her squeezed-together tits and rested my other hand behind my head. “Sometimes I don’t know whether to slap your ass or fuck your brains out when you pull shit like that.” A lazy smile fell over my lips.
Feigning innocence, she gasped and clapped a hand over her chest. “Why, my King, whatever do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean, you little minx.” I bopped her on the nose. “As always, I’ll oblige you, butyouare setting everything up. I’m talking about the invites, the fucking decorations, and the spread—food and Ambrosia wine. All of it. Deal?”
“That’s fair.” She leaned forward, planting a quick kiss on my lips before jolting from the bed. Spinning on her heel, she snapped her fingers, her tits jiggling. “You’ll be the one inviting Hades, though.”
I scowled at her. “Why the Tartarus do I have to be the one to do it?”
Levin trotted to Keira and sat in front of her, waiting for his morning ear scratch. She petted his head and ran his velvety ears through her fingers. “Because he has to know youwanthim to come, Zeus.”
“Maybe I don’t give a shi—”
“Zeus,” Keira barked, raising her brow at me and shutting me right the fuck up. “You want him to come.”
“You’re right. You’re right. The brood needs some sun anyway.”
Keira clapped her hands like an overly excited schoolgirl and reached over the bed to pat my stomach. “Come on, judge. You’re going to be late.”
Grumbling, I crawled from the bed, rubbing my hands over my face. “I loathe overseeing cases you’re not assigned council in.”
She kissed my cheek. “You’d be disqualified every time because I’m yourwife. You know that.”
“Exactly. I miss seeing my queen owning asses in the courtroom.” Snatching her around the waist, I pulled her into my lap.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss being a criminal defense lawyer. As slimy as most saw them, Keira included being a prosecutor. As a god overseeing law, I missed not only the challenge but the mortals involved. However, after turning a new leaf, finding my fated bond with Keira, and as a god-king amongst kings, I needed to be impartial—and a judge overseeing all variety of cases proved perfect for the King of the Gods in disguise as Zane Vronti.
“There’s no one telling you that you can’t pop into the courtroom to watch.” She trailed her fingernails down my forearm.
“I thought me being there would make you nervous.”
She burst into a fit of laughter, and I may have been slightly insulted were it not for my gaze becoming transfixed on her bouncing tits. “Oh, come on, babe. I’ve wiped the floor with you before.”
“I don’t recall this.” Giving her a playful squint, I tickled her sides.
Giggling and gasping, she batted my hands away. “Okay. Icouldhave wiped the floor with you.”
“Go on, you.” Giving her ass a swat, I jutted my chin toward the bathroom.
When I heard the shower turn on a moment later, I grinned, stroking my cock to keep it rock hard as I sauntered to the bathroom. Given the shower’s size and openness, with one end devoid of door or curtain, I had a prime view of Keira naked and sudsy, her blonde hair in wet tendrils clinging to her back. Leaning against the doorframe, I continued to jack myself off, watching her and biting my lower lip.
