of it spent with men he’d known for centuries.
He opened the damn refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. Had a man ever worried something to death before? He was close to the point of fracturing at the seams with doubts.
“Aeros, there’s a witch at the door.”
Turning, he met Ajax’s grin.
“She has a name, Ajax, use it.”
Ajax scratched his head. He leaned a shoulder against the hallway leading to the bedrooms and lifted a dark eyebrow in amazement. Aeros heard his men filing in from the other end of the expansive mansion behind him. Squaring his shoulders, he nodded for Ajax to move aside.
Aeros’ stomach clenched. He shut off his dismal thoughts and passed Ajax and his men as they all took seats around the square coffee table. Kiron’s damaged leg earned him a whole sofa, while Aaron and Stephano argued over the leather recliner. Aaron won by sheer stubbornness. Stephano shrugged a big shoulder but tossed his empty water bottle at Aaron’s head as he claimed the second most comfortable chair.
“All right, let her in. I’ll just clean off and be right out.”
Aeros walked out before anyone could stop him. Ajax followed him, he noted with a surge of frustration. He wanted a few minutes alone to figure all this out. It seemed he’d not get it. If the witch was here, then she had agreed to come with them. And if she were here, he could test her and discover if she felt any pull towards him. Women had been attracted to him before. Frowning, he studied Ajax. Yes, women sought him out, he remembered that. He could recall many times women had chosen him over Ajax, the younger, lighter and more fun man.
“What’s up? You wait for the witch, text us like a gazillion times she’s on her way and not to let her leave, then you rush off here to do what?” Ajax asked, taking up a spot by the fireplace. He’d let his light brown hair grow out, the straight, long length coming to his unshaven jaw, Aeros noted.
“Don’t call her that. She has a name, just as you do, Ajax.”
Ajax straightened and folded his arms over his chest, but nodded. “Well, if she does, she didn’t say. Why are you worried?”
He didn’t bother answering. What didn’t have him worrying?
“Just remember to be respectful, Ajax.”
He stripped off his T-shirt and grabbed a new one on his way to the bathroom. After a quick wash he dried off quicker than he ever had in his life. Two minutes later he was dressed and out of the door, tugging on the new shirt, his boots clipping on the marble floor announcing his arrival to his guest. For a brief second, he wished he had powers like a demon and could mist in undetected and have his fill of looking at her without her knowledge—if he ever could get his fill.
Ajax muttered something like ‘boxers in a bind’ behind him, but he ignored the man as he got his first real look at Tabithia in the light of day. She stood opposite him, near the other arched entryway to the great room. All his men were gathered, or at least the five who shared the house. There was a good distance between her and any of his men. She also stood with her back to the wall, near the exit to the front door. Did she fear they would harm her?
With her eyebrows drawn and hands on her shapely hips, she didn’t appear too fearful. She looked ready for battle. Her glorious, crimson hair was up in a tight ponytail, leaving the contours of her face clear for him to memorise. Dressed in black again, she astounded him. She was small, but the gods had blessed her with a body that would bring a man to his knees. Her glorious breasts, her stunning curves, and her ass all left his fists clenching to touch her in every possible way as he drove deep inside her wet, tight heat.
Black BDUs, similar to his but one hell of a lot smaller, tucked into tiny black combat boots and a long-sleeved, form-fitting black T-shirt completed her outfit. She could have walked down any street in the world and drawn every eye. Was black her
He opened the damn refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. Had a man ever worried something to death before? He was close to the point of fracturing at the seams with doubts.
“Aeros, there’s a witch at the door.”
Turning, he met Ajax’s grin.
“She has a name, Ajax, use it.”
Ajax scratched his head. He leaned a shoulder against the hallway leading to the bedrooms and lifted a dark eyebrow in amazement. Aeros heard his men filing in from the other end of the expansive mansion behind him. Squaring his shoulders, he nodded for Ajax to move aside.
Aeros’ stomach clenched. He shut off his dismal thoughts and passed Ajax and his men as they all took seats around the square coffee table. Kiron’s damaged leg earned him a whole sofa, while Aaron and Stephano argued over the leather recliner. Aaron won by sheer stubbornness. Stephano shrugged a big shoulder but tossed his empty water bottle at Aaron’s head as he claimed the second most comfortable chair.
“All right, let her in. I’ll just clean off and be right out.”
Aeros walked out before anyone could stop him. Ajax followed him, he noted with a surge of frustration. He wanted a few minutes alone to figure all this out. It seemed he’d not get it. If the witch was here, then she had agreed to come with them. And if she were here, he could test her and discover if she felt any pull towards him. Women had been attracted to him before. Frowning, he studied Ajax. Yes, women sought him out, he remembered that. He could recall many times women had chosen him over Ajax, the younger, lighter and more fun man.
“What’s up? You wait for the witch, text us like a gazillion times she’s on her way and not to let her leave, then you rush off here to do what?” Ajax asked, taking up a spot by the fireplace. He’d let his light brown hair grow out, the straight, long length coming to his unshaven jaw, Aeros noted.
“Don’t call her that. She has a name, just as you do, Ajax.”
Ajax straightened and folded his arms over his chest, but nodded. “Well, if she does, she didn’t say. Why are you worried?”
He didn’t bother answering. What didn’t have him worrying?
“Just remember to be respectful, Ajax.”
He stripped off his T-shirt and grabbed a new one on his way to the bathroom. After a quick wash he dried off quicker than he ever had in his life. Two minutes later he was dressed and out of the door, tugging on the new shirt, his boots clipping on the marble floor announcing his arrival to his guest. For a brief second, he wished he had powers like a demon and could mist in undetected and have his fill of looking at her without her knowledge—if he ever could get his fill.
Ajax muttered something like ‘boxers in a bind’ behind him, but he ignored the man as he got his first real look at Tabithia in the light of day. She stood opposite him, near the other arched entryway to the great room. All his men were gathered, or at least the five who shared the house. There was a good distance between her and any of his men. She also stood with her back to the wall, near the exit to the front door. Did she fear they would harm her?
With her eyebrows drawn and hands on her shapely hips, she didn’t appear too fearful. She looked ready for battle. Her glorious, crimson hair was up in a tight ponytail, leaving the contours of her face clear for him to memorise. Dressed in black again, she astounded him. She was small, but the gods had blessed her with a body that would bring a man to his knees. Her glorious breasts, her stunning curves, and her ass all left his fists clenching to touch her in every possible way as he drove deep inside her wet, tight heat.
Black BDUs, similar to his but one hell of a lot smaller, tucked into tiny black combat boots and a long-sleeved, form-fitting black T-shirt completed her outfit. She could have walked down any street in the world and drawn every eye. Was black her
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