Page 28 of Devastation
His silky voice calls to me, begging me to wrap myself around him.
His voice carries a bite of power, almost like a zap of electricity in the forefront of my head, alerting me to my susceptibility to his charms. I'd need to be careful about not letting on that he could affect me and keep my half human parentage secret until we determine if we can trust him or not.
I will not fall for his charms.
At that determined thought, the fog covering my mind clears and I feel like myself once more.
All of my mates are looking at me, seemingly unaffected, so I roll my shoulders back and raise my chin. Stalking forward confidently into the steaming room, I greet the god, "Hello, Eros. We're sorry to disturb you, but it is of great importance that we request an audience with you."
Hushed whispers carry through the air and I squint to try to make out who the veiled figures are with him.
With a clap of hands, the steam vanishes and I'm left choking on my spit as I see the most beautiful man pull his long cock out of a girl who is bent over on the steps leading out of the water.
Eros is a bronzed beauty, with gleaming golden hair seemingly made of spun silk. His body is muscled, but not as large as Hale's or Ash's. It would be most similar to the twins’ swimmer build, but completely chiseled, as if the god doesn't have one ounce of fat on him.
I need to find out whatever his diet is...no...nevermind, I would miss my chips, bacon, and cookies too much.
That diet lasted a spectacular 0.002 seconds in my head.
The four women around him leave the room as Eros climbs out of the water and faces us, standing tall and proud. While his other thing also stands tall and proud.
Eyes up, Lana.
There's an overwhelming part of my brain that is screaming danger, ruining the magical pull he has over me instantly now. Thank the Goddess for fight or flight instincts.
His hands go to his hips, completely unabashed at his state of undress, and his eyes narrow with lust as he looks me over with a glance that shows he'd devour me like it was his last meal.
So much for a sea hag.
I hear a shuffle of feet and a few growls from behind me as my mates see the intention of Eros' gaze. Holding my hands out to my sides, I assure them, "You have no need to be concerned."
Eros scoffs and counters with a toothy grin, flashing his pearly whites, "Surely there might be some need for concern for those average men. Have you seen me?" and gestures at himself like I should be bowing at his feet already.
Oh, fuck no.
With steel in my gaze and anger at the insult to my mates blocking out all rational thoughts, I reflexively flick my hand and command the air around his mouth to be shoved down his parted lips. Unrelenting air tunnels down his throat as his eyes bulge and he claws at his throat as if hands are wrapped around it.
Without halting my attack on him, I call out with my words dripping venom, "Do not ever insult my mates. Consider this your only warning."
After his face begins to turn a lovely shade of purple, I clench my hand and release my control over the air, giving him a reprieve.
Eros sags and takes deep breaths, gulping down the precious oxygen. As he composes himself, I see an even scarier glint to his eyes now after my display of power. Genuine intrigue.
Holding his hands up in mock surrender, grey sweatpants appear over his lower body, hanging low on his hips. There is still a cunning glint to his eyes as he concedes, "Very well. You have my attention. Now what can I do for you?"
Hypnos' warning that having Eros' attention could be dangerous cycles through my head, and for a moment I wonder if we should just leave now. I'm in over my head, not yet having a full understanding of my powers, and even worse—I just attacked a god.
Fake it til you make it, Lana. Don't let him see you falter. Predators pounce when they see weakness in their prey.
I will not be prey. I need answers and I'm going to get them.
"I need you to tell me how the balance of my powers flows with my five mates. Gaia told me you should be able to tell me." I give him enough information without alluding to possible vulnerabilities we all have.
My half-human genetics, and our possible mortality.
Reaching up with one hand, he rubs his lightly stubbled chin while giving us all an appraising look, trying to value the cost of my demand, I presume.
A devilish smirk appears on his face as he agrees. "Ok, I'll do it."
