The Wager- BBW Erotic Curvy Paranormal Romance (TOUCH OF THE GODS) (12 page)

              “Says the God man who has me frozen to his couch!”

             
“Well, I would let you up, if you promise not to throw things at me. That vase was a gift from my niece Psyche. I would hate to lose it.”

             
The sound of disbelief that came out of her was so odd that I laughed, I couldn't help it. Of course, she growled at me, but mumbled her promise to leave my head attached to my body and I released the invisible restraints. She remained sitting and didn't move away when I took a place beside her. Okay, good!

             
“My brain is fuzzy still, but are you for real?”

             
“Yes, about all of it. I'm sorry, Vanessa. I should have told you sooner, but I was ashamed about the curse I had put on you, and then Ares stepped in---”

             
“Wait! What curse? You put a spell on me?”

             
Oops.

             
“After the day in the backyard, I came to you through a metaphysical plane and touched you. Once I brought you to climax, I set bad things in motion. I thought if I didn't repeat it and avoided you, it would stop.”

             
“But you came back that second time. I remember that.”

             
“Yes, and then I ran. I was a coward for so many reasons. But I know better now and I want to be with you. If I had a soul, you'd be its mate. You are mine and my bastard brother is trying to ruin it.” Once more, I took her hand, sliding closer until our hips touched and when she covered her palm over me, my heart soared. Maybe, I wouldn't need to fight my brother after all!

Sadly, before she was able to respond, a red flame filled my room, melting my television before taking the form of the devil himself. Ares stood looking down at us, his cocky lips twisted up in a smirk.

I nearly shot him with a god blast before remembering Vanessa was still in our presence.

             
“Poutanas gie!”

             
“Tsk tsk, brother. That's our mother you're talking about. I see you've told Vanessa who we are.”

             
The look she gave him was dark and pretty sexy to me, her hand squeezing mine reassuringly as we made no move for Ares.

With a nonchalant shrug, Ares pulled a cigar from his jacket pocket and lit it with his middle finger, the gesture not going unnoticed. He took a long draw before blowing the fumes back out, the smoke billowing and spreading until we were back in a very familiar place.

              “What is this? Ares? Hephaestus?” Vanessa asked with panic in her voice

             
I couldn't speak. I was too stunned and felt my insides churning with fear. Everything was going so well and yet again, my brother had one upped me. I fucking hated war.

             
“Ah, Vanessa. This is just a projection of the past. I figured my baby brother would have told you about it, since he revealed us and all. Guess, he didn't.”

             
“Hephaestus, what is he talking about?”

             
There was no right way to answer what stood before us. I watched her watching my form coming into Dion's pub, being led to my seat by Psyche, then the moment with Eros that would destroy any trust I may have gained. As if being fast forwarded through a movie, we suddenly stood next to my nephew and I, catching the conversation in the middle, not that it would make a difference.

             
“You're stalling, Eros.”

             
“Alright, dammit! 
Anyway
, I mentioned something to Psyche about helping you move on and find ‘the one’. Well Ares, still pissed at you from the almost fight ten years ago, he’s all huffing and such. So, he says it's impossible. No one would want you. I got upset about that. So, I told him, I knew for a fact that not only could you get a woman to love you, but a mortal one.”

             
“Well I'm sorry, nephew, but you might as well pay up now. You know I've never approached a mortal woman. Why would you even suggest that?”

             
“I know uncle, and I'm sorry! It's just—I hate how people look at you. I know there's someone. Everyone has a someone. And I think the mortal realm is perfect. It's how I found my wife.”

             
“What are the terms?”

             
The smoke wafted away, leaving us back in my living room, only Vanessa was no longer sitting next to me on the couch. She had pushed me away and now stared as if I was the worse god in the world of gods. I wish to reiterate how much I fucking hate my brother. “Vanessa, it's not what you think.”

             
“Not what I think? How dare you say that! I came over here, because I knew you were the one who I could rely on. In my heart you were my only anchor, as I felt myself drowning in insanity.”

             
“I know and I'm sorr---”

             
“Let me—Finish.”             

             
Shutting my trap, I felt her hurt and anger. Damn, how I wanted to wipe the smug look off Ares' face, but I couldn't. Not when I really had no one to blame but myself. However, self-preservation wasn't something humans had come up with and I still wanted to make this not about me.

             
“Even though I didn't want to trust you, you showed me a truth about yourself. I though that meant the feelings I felt were more than what I have with him, but now I can see you are no better. In fact, I think you're worse. You are the one who has made me a toy in your stupid game! You, Hephaestus!”

             
“I'm so very sorry, but please understand, it wasn't my bet. He and Eros, they thought to try their luck in regards to my love life. I don't see you as an object that means nothing to me. I love you, Vanessa.”

             
“I can't believe that. You did this even if they were the ones who made the deal. You agreed to it, therefore, you are the cause for it coming to be.”

             
She was right and I had nothing that could make it change. Hanging my head, I was too ashamed to look her in the eyes and see the accusation in them. I heard her soft sigh, right before she placed her hand on my thigh, the small action making me feel better and worse at the same time.

Ares, however, just felt angered by it and growled, causing us both to look at him.
He narrowed his eyes at her and before I could figure out his next move, he lifted her into his arms.

Vanessa's battle was brief, as she was unable to win against a god.

  It was then, I realized, he’d captured me in one of my own creations, the net in which I once used to humiliate him and Aphrodite. I could not get free and was forced to watch as he locked his lips over hers.

Whatever she would have said to me was gone, as was the short moment of lucidity she had earlier. Her body went limp as she was once again, under his spell.

When they separated and he turned her to face me, I saw nothing in her eyes but admiration for him. She wouldn't stop ogling and touching him—my brother, the drug of mortal choice.

             
“I hate you, Ares. So very much.”

             
“The feeling is mutual.”

             
She giggled, casting me a sideways glance and as they both faded away, I was sure I saw a flash of brightness directed at me. Then they were gone, and I realized I was still stuck. Dammit. Looking up at the ceiling, I bellowed as loud as I could, “Eros!”  I hoped the Love God would come to my aid.

Chapter XII

Vanessa

              My days had become a blur, only filled with moments where I felt the urgent need to leave Ares, to being on my knees as I was now, sucking his cock as though it were the most delicious thing I ever tasted. Which it was, the saltiness of his seed melted on my tongue like velvet.

Just that morning, I got the call from the principal, telling me that my new personality was not welcomed at the school. Promptly, but politely I was let me go from my job. I know at some point, I was upset, wanting to speak to anyone who'd cheer me up. That someone being a god next door in particular, but just as the thought of Hephaestus popped into my mind, his bad-boy-in-leather brother appeared right in front of me, tongue fucked my mouth, then ordered me out of my clothes and onto my knees.

Now here I was, my jaw sore from doing an hour worth of fellatio, while he smoked his thick cigar. There was a point in the past where I hated the smell of them, but the fragrance of his was unlike anything I had experienced, a culmination of musk and danger that tickled me deep inside my pussy. While my mind muddled further, the voice warning me to run became faint and finally, I was left aching for the meat in my mouth to find its way into my body. At the thought, I felt my pussy spasm and unbidden, a moan seeped from my stuffed throat.

             
“Are you feeling the itch again, sklávos?”

             
“Oh yes. It's been days since I've had you fill me.”

             
“I know, but you haven't given me a reason to believe you deserve my cock.”

             
Pulling back, I was confused by his remaining anger at me, knowing I had done everything he’d asked me to do. The day after we flashed back into my home, Ares had been furious over my visit with his brother and the fact that I had learned that he was immortal. It seemed that gods didn't like humans knowing of their existence, especially ones they took up a relationship with.

I tried to placate him in anyway possible, but he shut me down, keeping my mouth occupied instead and because of my unnerving lust for him, I never refused. Moments alone were becoming shorter as well, as though he didn't want me to breathe any air that was not filled with his presence.  Whenever he left for miscellaneous reasons, and the hours passed, I felt sick with anxiety. Like a strange withdrawal from his touch. “I'm sorry, Ares. I know I shouldn't have gone over. I was stupid and foolish. I promise to never tell your secret.”

              “Why should I believe you? Mortals promise many things, but always fail the gods. I told you to stay away from my brother. That I would give you what you needed and yet, you go to him, letting him touch you.”

             
He moved away, leaving me cold and disgraced. I scampered to my feet, rushing to follow as he casually waltzed into my kitchen, his hardness still out and bobbing with each step. Ares rested against the counter, slowly stroking the length while I visualized it being me. My mouth actually salivated and if I had been in my right mind, I would have seen how pathetic I was becoming, just being around the sexy god.

I watched, mesmerized as his long finger popped the tab of a beer and drank the whole of it down without so much as taking a breath. Belching, he stuck his cigar back between his teeth and crooked his finger at me

Like the obedient puppy I was, I went, got back on my knees and resumed my pleasuring of him. All the while, the weak echo of my sanity tried in vain to call out and make me see the light.
It's a trap! Leave now, before you're lost!

             
While sanity nearly broke through, he released his hot cum, filling my mouth and body with fire. I wanted more and needed to keep giving him all I had, so that he would finally grace me with what I desired. Looking up, I milked him of every drop, watching his eyes flicker with power.

Ares fisted his hand in my hair, tugging slightly to remind me that he was the one in charge, and though I wasn't proud to admit it, I enjoyed it. Distracted with him in my mouth and the heady taste of him, I almost missed the conversation he was having with me. Luckily, I was able to catch most of what he said to figure out what he was asking of me.

              “I guess it would be okay to forgive you. You are a fragile human after all, but you must prove that you’re sorry.”

             
I pulled my lips off of him with a 'pop' and stared up with uncertainty and a bit of nervousness. What did he want from me and why did I feel it would be the worse possible thing ever? “What—what do you need, baby?”

             
“Come to Leo Ritonie's tomorrow night for dinner, and I'll tell you then.”

             
“You can't now?”

             
Ares eyes flashed with blood and rage while images horrible and vile danced through my mind's eye. I flinched, gasping as the screams belonging to victims of violent crimes filled my mind. It was so frightening and powerful that I knew I would have nightmares for weeks. The horrifying visions finally died down and I knew it was my reparation for questioning him. Holding my head in subjugation, I hoped he wouldn't repeat his torture.

He lifted my chin with his finger and I saw that his eyes had calmed and appeared gentle—War, what a bipolar concept. His voice turned soft, the deep Greek accent making me shiver. “Never think to ask me why I do what I do, sklávos. Just go there tomorrow, and I'll let you know how to make it up to me. Understood?”