Sweet Cry of Pleasure by Marie Medina Page A

smile. He found it sexy, but she knew what it probably meant. She’d come to him at times when her desire for Ares had overwhelmed her. That thought made Eris sad. “Go on.”
    “Well, I happened to say Aphrodite’s name.”
    “So you thought of her while you were with Alala?”
    Apollo looked into her eyes. “Sometimes. You ever think of Hermes while you were with one of your boy toys?”
    She nodded, conceding his point, but the connection intrigued her. How could he have guessed that so quickly or readily if his feelings for Aphrodite weren’t stronger than he let on? She kept her expression neutral. “And Aphrodite appeared when you invoked her?”
    He nodded, smiling.
    Must be a nice memory , she thought with disgust.
    “She appeared, completely naked. She felt immediately how much I wanted her. She ran her hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples. Then she ran her hands down to her pussy. She kissed me as she touched herself then bent herself over the railing in the arbor.”
    “So you had no choice but to fuck her?” She felt ready to punch him right in the face.
    “Not even Zeus could have stopped me.”
    Eris shook her head. “You just let Alala walk away. You haven’t spoken to her since. You’re disgusting.”
    He made a sulky face. “What do you want me to say?”
    “Nothing. It would only make it worse.”
    “So why hate me? We could be friends.” He ran his hand over her knee, teasing the hem of her skirt with his finger.
    She grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard. “You came here because you want to fuck me? You were turned on the other day when I got angry with you, weren’t you?”
    He twisted his hand in her grip. “Hermes isn’t the only god who likes to be held down and fucked until he can’t see straight.”
    She pushed him away. “So, you thought talking about sex would get me hot? You thought I’d just get horny and jump on you?”
    He rubbed his wrist. “Guess not. Hermes must be pretty good to keep you so satisfied.”
    Eris tried to rein her thoughts in. If her anger became too great, Ares would know. Someone would feel it. “I’m very satisfied because I share not only a bed but a life with a man I love. You’ll never understand that. You’ll never know that kind of satisfaction.”
    Apollo jumped onto her, pinning her to the ground. “You think I couldn’t satisfy you? You like being on top, but you have a taste for being subdued now and then.” He held her wrists above her head and tightened his thighs around her. “I think you’d like it. You have more fire than any other goddess. I bet the world trembles when you come.”
    She stared up into his eyes. He made no further move, staring back at her. “What do you want to prove? Is this more seduction?”
    He tightened his grip on her wrists, smiling down at her. She could feel his cock getting hard. “You know you like it.”
    “It disgusts me. Answer me this, or I will call my brother.”
    He narrowed his eyes. “What?”
    “Have you ever raped anyone?”
    He paled. “No!”
    “Then what are you doing? You can’t say the consequences of forcing me don’t scare you.”
    “I would never force a woman, mortal or immortal.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “Be with me once and I’ll do whatever you say.”
    She laughed, pushing him off her and sending him flying across the grass. He looked stunned.
    “I could have done that at any time.”
    He shook his head. “I know. That’s why I thought you might be willing when you didn’t do it immediately. I thought we were having fun.”
    It blew her mind that he could have thought that for even a second. “So now you have a taste for someone new? Well, give up now. It won’t happen.”
    “You’re as cruel as Aphrodite.”
    “If you say so.”
    He stood up. “I seduced Alala. I didn’t rape her.”
    She nodded. “I know. I asked to make you angry.”
    “So now you hate me even more.”
    “I don’t hate you. I dislike what you are.”
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