Wrath of the Gods: Greek Mythology Romance (Gates of the Underworld Book 1) by H.P. Mallory & J.R. Rain

Author:H.P. Mallory & J.R. Rain [Mallory, H.P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rain Press
Published: 2022-06-09T16:00:00+00:00

TWELVE

ADONIS

Hope is a poisoned blade.

It’s both strength and fatal weakness.

And there’s an undercurrent to Penelope’s presence here, hope and danger tightly entwined. Azhrea giving her to me… telling me to keep her in my chamber… perhaps Azhrea is taunting me? Perhaps this is nothing more than another test? Another trap?

And, yet, again, perhaps it’s nothing, and Azhrea really has no idea who Penelope truly is or why she’s here. On that account, I’m still quite a bit perplexed, myself.As she sleeps, I hold her hand and keep my word. I protect her from Azhrea’s clawing touch, her invasion. I imagine a shield wall surrounding Penelope, bouncing away any of Azhrea’s intentions to pry through her mind. It’s something I’ve learned to do for myself, though Azhrea’s power is much stronger than mine. And if she truly wants to reach inside my head, she can. She has. If I feel her try to break through the fortification I’ve built around Penelope, I will simply wake her.

But I can provide her with a little time to sleep. She looks like she needs it.

Penelope, I think, and her name echoes through my head. Penelope, Penelope, Penelope.

Not just a name. It’s a warning to keep her name and her person to myself, a word to strike caution rather than fear, though caution is its own kind of fear. A name like chilled water from the heart of the well, shocking me awake as the idea of her runs across my body. Something stirs alive inside me, something taut and boiling.

Desire. Need. Lust.

I want her more than I can remember ever wanting anything. Her body… her breasts, her waist, those powerful legs. Her thighs. I want to touch her hair, taste her mouth. I want to look down upon her as I spread her legs wide and experience, for the first time, the glory of her wet heat, her tightness.

While such thoughts can certainly be categorized as masculine and thus, unsurprising, the truth is I’m shocked by them because I can’t remember the last time I felt this burning need. Sex has become worse than a chore to me. It’s something that fills me with disgust, when it doesn’t scrape me hollow.

Penelope.

But the thought of sex with Penelope, of being inside her, it’s something ‘disgust’ could never intrude upon. As I look upon her, she fills me with an ache I’ve not felt in far too long, a need that instantly took control of me from the moment I saw through her costume. I think back to Aphrodite and that fateful day when she preserved my mortal life… even though Aphrodite is the goddess of sex, I only felt gratitude towards her when she rescued me as she did. Though she desired me, I strangely never felt the same desire towards her, even as I could recognize she was the most beautiful of women.

Yet, Aphrodite’s beauty isn’t Penelope’s. And I find myself dazzled much more by the latter—perhaps because her beauty is real in a

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