ROYALENTRAPMENT

ROYAL ENTRAPMENT

Sons of Zeus

Rachel Carrington

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Chapter One

Asclepsius raised his head from his task, wiping a bead of sweat off his brow. He could hear the impatient footsteps of the God of War just outside the chamber door; it almost made him nervous. The gods forbid that anything should happen to Ares= chosen one. Bending his head back to the job at hand, he gave Jasmine an encouraging smile. ANot too much longer, my dear.”

Jasmine panted with another wave of pain and gritted her teeth. AThat=s good to know.”

A What= s going on in there?” Ares pounded a fist against the heavy, wooden door, making his presence known loud and clear.

A Just a little bit more time, Ares," Asclepsius hedged, patting Jasmine= s leg. A He doesn= t have a whole lot of patience.”

A He...never...has,” she gasped.

Ares= footsteps fell with a heavy tread as he marched in front of the door. Arms folded, muscles tensed, he gave every appearance of the angry god he was. So, when the shower of pink sparks signaled his sister=s arrival, he glowered at her, spoiling for a fight. AWhat are you doing here?”

A Zeus sent me,” Aphrodite returned the glare. A It wasn= t my idea, believe me. He wanted me to check on his grandson.”

“My son has not arrived yet.”

Aphrodite wrinkled her nose in distaste. AWhat=s taking so long? Are all mortal women so slow?”

A Maybe it= s just that goddesses are all fast.” Ares bit out.

Taking umbrage at the sarcastic crack, the Goddess of Love leaned in closer to her brother. AI wouldn=t make me angry if I were you or I=ll see that your son ends up with a wife who’s very unfortunate looking.”

Ares winced, but didn=t apologize. AWomen are far into his future.”

Aphrodite gave her brother a disbelieving look. AAre you kidding me? You were chasing girls in your fifth year. It=s not that far away.”

Frown deepening, Ares presented his back to her. AYou can leave now and tell Zeus that I will let him know when my son has arrived.”

The goddess didn=t budge. “Well, there’s more.”

Ares scrubbed his face with his hands. “Just out with it.” He edged closer to the door to listen to his wife. If he had his way, he would have simply brought the child out through a simple sweep of his hand, but Jasmine insisted on a natural birth. What was the use of being a god if he couldn’t use his powers with the woman he loved.

“Hello, Ares?” Aphrodite waved a hand in front of his face and he blinked at her.

“I said out with it,” he barked.

In a perpetual good mood, she grinned. “Zeus wanted me to warn you that Hera knows.”

Ares’ blood ran cold. “Knows?” He played dumb.

Golden shoulders lifted in a shrug. “That’s all he would say. Want to fill me in?”

He glared at her. “No. I don’t. Now, be gone with you. I have much to do to prepare for my son’s arrival.”

The Goddess of Love studied him for a long moment. “There’s something going on here and if Hera knows, it can only be bad news.” Her eyes narrowed. “Did you do something Jasmine isn’t going to like?”

The glare intensified. “Why aren’t you already gone?”

She straightened in a huff. “Fine. I’ll leave, but this has bad news written all over it and if I know Hera, which, unfortunately, I do, she has something dark and devious in store for you.”

As his sister disappeared in the same shower which signaled her arrival, Ares stormed toward the gothic window overlooking the courtyard below. “I swear on Cronus’ life, Mother. If you hurt Jasmine or my son, I will tear you apart limb by limb.”

Jasmine snuggled against Ares’ side, seeking the warmth his body offered. He whispered something wicked in her ear and she smiled in the darkness. Would the god ever get enough of her? Since she and her son, Jared, had moved into the God of War’s newest temple, more than a two days’ walk away from her old home, she spent long nights in Ares’ arms, long, delicious nights. Her skin tingled.

Ares rolled to his side and cupped her breast in a familiar fashion. “She awakes,” he teased. His fingers pinched her nipple lightly.

She let out a breathy sigh and closed her eyes. “Have you been waiting for me to wake up then?”

He dipped his head and replaced his fingers with his mouth. His tongue swirled around the peak, drawing a moan from deep within Jasmine’s chest. Spending a lavish amount of time suckling her, he tortured her, teasing her with his fingers lightly grazing her bare abdomen.

Jasmine took hold of his hand and brought it low, settling it between her thighs. She needed him. It had been far too long. Their son, Andion, was now a little over six weeks old and she ached to feel Ares inside her.

The god followed her unspoken command and inched open the lips of her pussy. The calloused pad of his index finger nudged her clit and she jerked, whispering his name. He feasted on her breast while pushing against that most sensitive part of her. Her legs fell open wide and she urged him to increase the pressure, to make her come. But Ares apparently had other plans.

He lifted his head and met her gaze. “You’ve been making love to a god for a long time, Jasmine.”

“Yes. I know.” She eyed him strangely. “Are you feeling all right?”

He waved away her concern. “Of course I am. Gods never get sick.” He took hold of her hand. “Now, I want to fuck a goddess.”

She pushed him so hard he rocked back against the mattress. “What? I just gave birth to your son, you inconsiderate ass!” Climbing from the bed, she stalked across the cold, stone floor, pausing to glare over your shoulder. “I can’t believe you. What were you thinking to say something like this when you’re in bed with me?”

Ares chuckled and zipped across the room to appear in front of her.

“I hate it when you do that,” she groused, tipping her head back to glare into his smug face.

“You didn’t give me a chance to finish. You seem to make a habit of jumping to conclusions with me.”

“Oh, I jumped, did I? I believe you said you wanted to fuck a goddess. Nice vocabulary you have there, by the way.”

He took hold of her shoulders and steered her back to the bed. “I guess that did come out wrong, didn’t it? What I meant to say was it’s about time I wasn’t the only one with immortal blood running through my veins.” He arched one eyebrow and gave her a supremely superior look.

Jasmine’s mouth fell open as all the blood rushed to her head. “Ares, what are you saying?”

He pushed her to sit down and then he knelt in front of her, comfortable in his nudity. He slid his hands up her thighs, allowing his fingers to dangle between them. “I want to make you a goddess, Jasmine.” Head lowered, he continued to speak. “I can’t imagine my life without you and thought it may be selfish, I don’t want to spend the rest of my days knowing I’ll have to give you up one day.” He raised his eyes then and Jasmine caught the sheen of tears in those dark orbs. “Please don’t make me do that.”

A goddess? Her? She couldn’t imagine it. The true gods would be livid, but if the truth were told, their collective opinions mattered little to her. She’d fallen in love with the meanest, baddest god of them all. She doubted there was much they could do to her. Cupping his face, she leaned in for a kiss before responding. “You’re willing to risk the wrath of your family to make me a goddess?”

Ares glowered at her. “My family has no say in this.”

Her blood hummed. “And you can really do this?”

He got to his feet. “You doubt my abilities?” He swept a hand in the air and produced a silver chalice. “Liquid nectar of the gods, my sweet. A few sips and you will gain more power than you ever imagined. We will spend long nights together without want of sleep.” Extending the goblet, he waited for her acceptance.

Hand trembling, Jasmine’s hand closed around the stem. “Will it hurt?”

He smiled down at her. “No. The change is painless.”

She still hesitated. “What about Jared?”

“When he is older, I will give him the same choice I have given you.”

“And Andion?”

“Our son is already half-god. The complete transformation will be as simple as a touch of my hand. Just relax, Jasmine. All will be well.”

Trusting him and yet, wondering if she should, she brought the chalice to her lips and drank deeply. The liquid flowed down her throat, bittersweet and thick. She wrinkled her nose and lowered the goblet. “Do I look different?”

He took the cup from her hand. “To me, yes. You’re glowing.” The chalice disappeared and he pushed her back against the mattress. “Now, to fulfill my dream.”

Jasmine watched his eyes dark as she opened her arms wide. They’d made love many times and yet, it still wasn’t enough. She would never get enough of him.

Ares raised his head. “That’s the idea.” He winked and ducked his head to lick her ear. Delicious shivers skated down her spine. The things the man could do with his tongue.

Reading her mind again, he began to travel, leaving warm, wet streaks over her exposed skin. He spent an exceptional amount of time bathing her nipples, long enough for Jasmine’s breath to stall out in her lungs.

The he moved to her stomach, drawing damp circles with his tongue and lower still until Jasmine’s heart stuttered. He paused, lingering over top of her mound. “I believe I’m going to enjoy this taste better than ever before.” His thumbs parted the petals of her pussy and he growled low in his throat.

Jasmine clutched the coverlet, waiting, tensing. Sparks of awareness shot through her and caused her toes to curl. She couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. Ares took his sweet time, kissing each side of her sheath, making gentle smacking noises. Her breaths came in short pants.

He dipped his finger into her channel, stroking the walls of her pussy, teasing her opening with light tickles. Then his tongue replaced his finger and Jasmine jerked as he went deep. His hands slipped beneath her, cupping the globes of her ass to bring her closer to his warm, wet mouth.

Deliciously devious, his fingers didn’t stay still very long. While his tongue fucked her relentlessly, he tiptoed into her tight crevice. Jasmine gasped as his finger plunged into the small opening. She came with a series of cries and pleas, but before she could finish, Ares rose up over her, flipped her on the mattress, and eased his thick cock into her pussy. She gave a moan of pure satisfaction and sank her face into the blanket, biting her lip.

Ares rode her fast and hard, pushing into her with such rapid strokes Jasmine barely had time to catch her breath before he touched her womb again. She felt his balls brushing her ass, his hands cupping the tight globes, massaging them as she clenched around his length. “Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, yeah,” he began, the sounds almost animalistic.

She raked her nails down the mattress as the pressure built again. Tasting her own blood on her lower lip, she lifted her head and arched her back while Ares slammed into her. He fucked her wildly, much like a beast would mate with his own. Her heart sounded loud to her own ears as her blood pumped furiously, diving down between her thighs to hasten the orgasm. Her sheath cupped him like a lover’s hand and her muscles contracted as the climax spun her out of control.

Ares shouted, stiffened and poured his seed into her with several uncontrollable jerks and groans. He rested his chest against her back and breathed. “By the gods, I think that was the best yet.”

Jasmine’s laughter was muffled against the blanket beneath her. “Why? Because I’m a goddess?”

He slapped her ass and stood, rolling her over. “Give me a minute and I’ll come up with an answer that doesn’t piss you off.”

She came to her knees, reaching for him just as a shower of sparks littered the room.

“What the hell?” Ares cursed and spun around. “Mother! Damnit!” He swept a hand in front of his body and clothed his lower half. “Don’t you ever knock?”

Hera walked forward, her nose wrinkled in distaste. “Forgive me for interrupting your,” another wrinkle, “time with your,” she paused, fixing her glowing eyes on Jasmine’s face, “just exactly what does he call you anyway, dear?”

Jasmine yanked the blanket up over her body and wondered if she could now use what Ares had given her to teach Hera a lesson or two. The woman had been nothing but cold and unfeeling since Jasmine and Jared had come to live with Ares. She didn’t expect her to change now, but someone needed to stand up to the bitch.

Hera fixed her with a warning look. “And that someone will not be you, Jasmine.” She whipped her gaze back around to Ares. “And you, how you disappoint me.” Tsking and strolling around the bedchamber, Zeus’ wife finally paused at the foot of the bed. “Zeus is most displeased as well.

Ares folded his arms across his naked chest. “Oh, do tell, Mother, because we both know how I’m always so concerned about what Father thinks.”

Hera appeared to consider the question before she focused her attention on Jasmine. “Enjoy your immortality while it lasts, my dear. You won’t have it very long. After all, it wasn’t Ares’ right to give it to you.”

“Say good-night, Mother. You were just leaving,” Ares snarled, taking a step forward.

The powerful goddess held up one hand, keeping her gaze riveted on Jasmine’s face. “Zeus would like to see his grandson.”

Jasmine’s eyes narrowed. “Then Zeus needs to come down here.”

Hera’s lips pursed. “Such a feisty little thing. Too bad you don’t know the entire story.”

“And I doubt I’ll get it from you.

Hera laughed out loud, mirthless and cold. “Well, don’t count on my son revealing all. Ares wouldn’t know the truth if it bit him on the ass.” She flicked the edge of the blanket. “I believe he told you about the pregnancy, right?”

Ares zipped forward, but Hera threw up a hand. A fireball shot from her palm and Ares dodged the flames, deflecting them with his gauntlet. He snatched hold of her arm and whirled her around while Hera laughed.

“It looks like I’ve overstayed my welcome, Jasmine,” she called out.

“You were never welcome to begin with,” Ares informed her with more rage than Jasmine had heard in his voice in a long time.

Hera easily slipped out of his grasp and ascended into the air, feet dangling. “He knew you would get pregnant, Jasmine. That’s how he planned it all along. He wanted an heir, someone to train up in the rigors of war.” She waggled her fingers. “You didn’t really think he loved you, did you?” As she disappeared, her parting words filtered into the room. “A god could never truly love a mortal.”

Silence dropped into the bedchamber, cold and stifling. Intense. Jasmine brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. For a long moment, she couldn’t speak, not that she didn’t have plenty to say, but she didn’t want to hear anymore lies.

She pushed herself to her feet and walked around Ares’ rigid body. “I’m going to check on Jared.”

“He’s fine,” Ares bit out.

“He’s my son,” she emphasized, “and I’d like to check on him.” She didn’t wait for him to respond, hurrying out of the bedchamber and down the long hallway.

Jasmine tipped her face toward the sky, wishing the heat of the sun could take away the pain squeezing her heart.

“Mom, you still haven’t told me where we’re going,” Jared complained.

She rested a hand atop his head. “I’ll let you know when I know.”

The boy wrinkled his nose. “Isn’t Andion hungry?”

The baby lay sleeping quietly in her arms and Jasmine brushed a finger down his cheek.

“No, he’s fine. If you’re tired, we can take a rest.”

Jared continued to trudge along on the dirt road for a long moment before he finally

spoke. “Why did we leave Ares’ temple? I thought you were happy there.”

Her heart cracked a little more. “So did I, but let that be a lesson to both of us. All is

never what it seems.”

All hell broke loose. Ares wouldn’t stop until he found Jasmine and pity the fools who stood in his way. Fury compelling him, he kept the warlords active, living vicariously through the metal clangs of sword upon sword, though the loud grunts and groans of confrontation did little to soothe the terror clawing at his soul.

Jasmine had left him, walked away with Andion and Jared. And he couldn’t find them. Because he’d given her the ability to run. Even now, he could hear his mother laughing uproariously at his predicament. He was sure more than a few “I told you sos” were being bandied around on Mount Olympus, but he’d be damned if he’d give up. No matter how long it took, he’d find them.

Jasmine belonged to him.

A Whoo-eeeee, would you look at that?” A burly, round-faced loafer nudged his grimy friend and pointed straight towards Jasmine. A Now, that could keep a man warm on a cold night.” After straightening his filthy collar, he spit on his hand and slicked back his hair. A Stand back and watch this, Oneus. You just might learn something.” He swaggered toward his prey. A Say, little lady, what are you doing traveling through these parts all by yourself?”

Jasmine sensed the danger long before the man spoke. “Jared, take the baby and stay behind me.”

Jared dutifully took hold of his brother. “But what are you going to do, Mom?”

“Just do as I tell you.”

“You ain’t answered my question, little lady,” the man spoke gruffly, around a thick wad of chewing cane.

Jasmine tilted her head back to see his face. AI=m sorry. Do I know you?”

Swiping his hand down the front of his sack pants, he then extended it toward her. AKorus is my name and helping pretty ladies is what I do best. Suppose I walk with you for a little while?”

Jasmine didn=t accept the handshake. AThat won=t be necessary, Korus, but thank you for the offer. I have my sons to keep me company.” She sidestepped around him, waved to Jared to keep back with her and continued on her way. But as she suspected, he was not to be deterred.

A Aw, come on, don= t be like that. I just want us to be friends. And I’m sure your boys won’t mind a little male companionship.”

Jared harrumphed. “Leave my mom alone.”

Korus glowered at him. “Shut up, kid.”

A I have plenty of friends,” Jasmine noted, flexing her fingers into fists.

Korus exchanged wicked grins with his partner. AYou never have answered my question about what you=re doing out here by yourself. Ain=t you got no husband to watch after you?”

Jasmine was sure the man didn=t know how much the question had hurt. Although Ares had proclaimed his love for her and claimed her as his own, he had shunned the ritual of marriage, forcing her to either choose to accept his way of life or live without him. She had, albeit reluctantly, chosen to accept him the only way she could have him. So, no, she didn=t have a husband to watch after her. And what was worse, his continued manipulations told her she’d never have more than what Ares offered now.

A Hey, I= m talking to you, little lady.” Korus snatched her arm. A Now, you gonna answer me or ain= t you got no manners?”

Jared leveled a kick at the man’s shins and whle Korus yelped with pain, Jasmine prayed Ares had given her more than a heartache. She held her hands outward as she’d seen him do and closed her eyes. Lightning sprang from her fingertips and her eyes popped open in stunned surprise.

Korus danced around the zagged whips before leaping out of the way. “What the…”

Seizing the moment, Jasmine used her best authoritative voice. “I would suggest the two of you move along before I get really angry.”

Nudging and bumping shoulders, the two men gathered their damaged pride and scurried down the road without a backward glance.

Jared stared up at her, his mouth agape. “How did you do that?”

She released a sigh and managed a reassuring smile. “It’s a long story. How about I tell you over a glass of milk and some homemade cookies?”

Jared’s eyes lit up. “We’re going home, aren’t we?”

She nodded. “Yes. We’re going home.”

Opening the bubble window with a wave of his hand, Ares began another visual search for Jasmine, cursing his decision to make her a goddess. He hadn’t known she’d use her powers against him.

“She wouldn’t have had to had you been honest with her from the start.” Zeus’ voice was loud and unmistakable.

A Just great,” The God of War muttered below his breath. Stepping outside his chamber, he marched down the long, silent hallway. A Father, whatever finger you’re here to wag, don’t. I have more important things to do than…”

“Find Jasmine.”

Ares blinked at the interruption. “Actually, that’s the most important thing I have to do.”

Zeus’ lip curled in a smug manner. “I can help you.”

And here came the catch. Ares waited impatiently, knowing his father never did anything without exacting a price.

“In exchange for…” Zeus began.

Ares’ laughter held a bitter tinge. “Oh, of course, your price.” He folded his arms across his chest and watched the King of the Gods as his eyes narrowed.

“Don’t take that tone with me, Ares. I’m not the one who got you into this.”

“Just get on with the extortion.”

Zeus blew out a loud, angry breath. “I will find this wench of yours.”

“Father,” Ares warned.

The powerful god held up one hand. “And when I do, you will return her to the mortal world. You are, of course, free to keep your son with you.”

Anger curled in the pit of Ares’ stomach. “You mean take Andion away from Jasmine.”

Zeus began to pace up and down the long hallway, his long, white robe billowing out behind him. “Of course. Who else better to raise a half-god than a true god?”

“Jasmine is a true god at present.”

The god snorted. “She’s a facsimile of a god. You made her what she is, albeit, by use of poor judgment.” His nose wrinkled and he came back to stand in front of his son. AS the two gods came nose to nose, tension rose into the air, coating it with an almost unbearable thickness.

“Why is it so important that I strip Jasmine of her powers?”

“Because she was never meant to be a goddess!” Zeus exploded.

“And Hercules was never meant to be born, but that didn’t stop you from fucking around,” Ares shot back.

The room grew deathly still as Zeus’ fury reached a boiling point. He raised one finger and pointed it in Ares’ face. “You have until sundown tomorrow to find her. If you don’t, I will, and you won’t like what I do when she’s in my hands.”

A torrid of smoke and flames ripped open the gateway between earthly and immortal realms and the King of the Gods disappeared.

“Nothing like adding a little pressure, Father.”

The clock had started ticking.

Ares burst into the tavern, raging mad and in the mood to fight. He strode toward the barkeep, his eyes glittering. “I’m looking for a woman.”

Snickers resounded behind him. “Aren’t we all?”

“I don’t believe I’m talking to anyone behind me, so the smart-ass would be wise to shut up.” Ares focused his attention back on the burly man wiping down the counter. “She would have been traveling with a baby and a boy about ten years old.” He heard the scrape of a chair behind him and spun around in time to see three men lumbering forward.

“You a friend of hers?” came a gruff question.

Ares’ eyes narrowed, muscles tensed. He hoped the trio had destruction in mind. “What’s it to you?”

A gap-toothed man shouldered his way closer. “Me and my friend seen her, earlier.” He spat on the ground at Ares’ feet. “She was a real bitch.” He thumped Ares’ chest. “And any friend of hers, ain’t no friend of ours.”

Blood-red fury coursing through his veins, Ares leaned in closer. AYou really don=t want to do this. It=s been a long day already and I=m not in the mood to play nice.”

The thug grinned, revealing a mouthful of broken teeth. AWell, that=s okay by me because I never play nice.” Giving a shout of glee, he barreled forward, head down, massive arms swinging.

Ares took the brunt of the dive, wrapping his arms around the man=s upper body to toss him backwards. He landed across a wooden table which collapsed beneath his weight. As if the one man opened the flood gates, more men dove forward.

Ares circled two more men, muscles tensed, ready for the attack. He wasn=t surprised when both decided to move forward in unison. With the sweep of a backhand, he staggered them backwards and advanced, catching another man in the stomach with a high kick. He could have incinerated them all, ended the fight with a flick of his finger, but he needed the release of energy, like a long exhalation after a hard day’s work.

When the last man completed the pile of battered bodies, Ares stepped back, turned and faced the barkeep once more. ANow, about that answer...”

The man held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. AOkay, okay. There=s no need for any more violence.”

A Look, those two guys you just dropped are Oneus and Korus. They said they saw her earlier and before you go getting all pissed off at me, I don’t know the guys very well. They= re a couple of thieves, no-goods. But they always pay their tab and I let them stay. That= s as much as I know about them.”

A What did they say happened when they saw her?”

A Just some gibberish about how she could make lightning dance. Everybody here thought they were drunk already. They said they were on their way to Thebes. That must be where they saw her.” He shrugged beefy shoulders. A I don= t know nothing else.”

Ares’ spun around and started toward the door. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. “When these guys wake up, tell them they’re lucky I was in the mood to fight. Otherwise, they’d be knocking on Hades’ door long about now.”

The tavern didn’t offer much by way of amenities, but all Jasmine needed was a place to sleep for the night with her two children. She supposed she could have traveled as they gods did, but she didn’t want to draw attention to herself. She didn’t know if Ares could track her that way.

Stoking the fire in the hearth, she settled Andion in among a blanket of fur and kissed Jared on the head.

“Will we be home in the morning, Mama?” His words came out on a sleepy.

She rested her hand on his forehead. “I’m afraid not, Jared, but only one more day. Then will be home.”

Jared yawned. “You don’t want Ares to find us, do you?”

Her heart began to thump erratically. She didn’t know how to answer her son’s question. A part of her did want Ares to find them, but she had to remain strong. Ares had used her for an heir, another pawn to guide the warlords and dispense havoc and destruction. She cast a glance at her sleeping baby. Well, she wouldn’t allow it. Ares would not use Andion to further the wars in Greece.

“I’m not sure, Jared,” she finally responded, but it was too late. Jared had already fallen into a deep sleep, his innocent face relaxed and content.

She sighed and got to her feet, coming to stand in front of flames. As the warmth bathed her face, she reflected on the past few months. Jared had really grown to like Ares and the two seemed to portray the image of father and son. At least that’s what Ares wanted her to think anyway.

Her heart twisted. He didn’t really love her. He’d wanted a son and would have done anything to get it. Though the realization hurt, Ares’ betrayal hurt even more. She’d allowed herself to fall in love with him.

A bitter laugh broke free and she walked toward the door, checking over her shoulder once more to make sure her sons were sound asleep. Reassured, she stepped out into the night, tugging the wooden door behind her. The instant her feet touched the damp grass, sparks showered over her. She barely had time to gasp before she was caught in Ares’ thickly muscled arms.

For a long moment, neither spoke. He simply held her, crushed tightly against his chest, his face in her hair.

“You left me,” he accused.

“And you know why I left.”

He lifted his head and Jasmine thought she saw pain in the dark depths of his eyes, but she quickly brushed it aside. She couldn’t allow him to touch her heart again. He was too good of an actor. He could change her with just a look, a touch. She wouldn’t allow it. She broke free of him and presented her back to him.

“How’s Andion?”

“He’s fine. He’s sleeping.”

“And Jared?”

She bit back a sharp retort. “He’s fine, too.” A loud exhalation split the darkness. “Ares, you might as well know that I’ve made a decision.”

He waited for her to continue.

“I will not live with you anymore. I’m taking Andion and Jared back home.” She braced herself for his temper, but when he responded, his voice was calm, controlled.

“Your home is with me now.”

“No, it isn’t. I should have known something was going on when you didn’t want more than what you’d given me. You only wanted a lover…and a son.”

The control snapped. AYou are not just my lover, Jasmine! You are my…my…”

A Your what, Ares? Finish the sentence! You can= t, can you? Because you don= t know what I am!” Jasmine shouted the words, her eyes flashing sparks, her chest heaving.

He caught hold of her shoulders, forcing her to face him. AWe have had this discussion before. This was decided.”

A No,” she interjected, trying to free herself from his grasp. A You decided. I wasn= t given a choice. Well, now I= m taking one whether you give it or not. I love you, but you used me! You only wanted an heir and like a fool, I believed you when you said you wanted me.” Her voice broke. “You told me you loved me.”

His hands fell away. “I didn’t lie to you, Jasmine.”

“A lie by omission is still a lie. You knew I would get pregnant the first time we had sex, didn’t you?”

His face darkened. “Yes, I did.”

“And you slept with me because you wanted a son and you thought I would be an easy target.”

“No! I slept with you because I wanted to sleep with you.” He dragged his hands through his long, shaggy hair. “I won’t allow you to walk away from me, Jasmine, and you will not take my son away from me.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but Ares forced her back against the door, his hands braced on either side of her head. “I cannot live without you.”

Unable to resist, she reached up to stroke his jaw. “You will get along just fine.”

His head swooped down and he captured her lips.

Heat snaked up her spine before curling low in the pit of her stomach. She yielded to his kiss, his touch. She couldn’t return to his temple, but she could give him this. And while she was at it, she would make another memory she’d tuck away inside her heart for the lonely days which would follow.

His breath fogging in the air, Ares broke the kiss to see her face. “Give yourself to me, Jasmine. Here. Now.”

Refusing him was out of the question. She reached up, fisted her hands in his hair and drew his head lower again. Sparks shot from his fingertips and sizzled around their feet. She felt the strength in his shoulders, his body as he pressed her back against this wall.

His fingers crept up the inside of her leg, beneath her dress. She held her breath in anticipation and released it on a long moan when he dipped inside her wet pussy. She parted her legs instinctively, welcoming the familiarity. The pad of his thumb began to ease the ache building within her soul as he gently rotated her clit. She dropped her head to his shoulder, biting her teeth into the hard flesh.

Ares groaned aloud and pressed his erection into her thigh. “Feel me, Jasmine. I want to be inside you. I need to fuck you.”

Her hands fumbled with the catch on his leather pants. His cock sprang out, straight and thick. She caressed the tip with her fingers and Ares’ knees bumped against hers. He pressed his free hand against the wood over her head and his eyes watched her palms gliding over his engorged cock.

“By the gods, that feels good.”

Pressing her back against the wall, Jasmine began to slide down ever so slowly, forcing Ares to withdraw his hand from under her dress. He didn’t take his gaze off her face as she dropped lower and lower until her knees touched the dirt.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered.

“Fuck,” he expelled, grinding his fists against the planks.

“Not yet,” she denied, curling her hands around the base of his shaft. His skin felt smooth and hot to the touch and when she began to move her fingertips in a circular motion, the flesh tightened even more.

She licked the tip, just a flick of her tongue, but Ares jumped and cursed again. She made humming noises in the back of her throat, letting him know she enjoyed his taste. And then she took him fully into her mouth, guiding him almost to the back of her throat.

Ares groaned and fisted his hands in her hair, twisting the strands around his fingers until her scalp tingled, but Jasmine didn’t stop feasting on his cock. The silky flesh slid over her tongue, enticing her. She loved his taste, his scent and texture.

Her hand cupped his balls and she felt Ares’ legs shake. She scraped the sac gently and he cursed, yanking on her hair to lift her head.

“Jasmine, I need to be inside you. I want to feel you pulsing around my cock.”

How could she refuse such a pleading request? She gave him one last lick before pushing herself to her feet. Then, pressing her breasts against his leather vest, she demanded, “then fuck me, Ares. Make it hard and fast.” She barely got the words out before Ares snagged hold of her arms and pushed her back against the wall.

His fingers shot beneath her dress to find her pussy, wet and swollen. He pushed inside in, driving so far into her channel that she gasped with the invasion. “You’re ready for me, baby.” He withdrew his fingers, hooked his hands below her ass and lifted her. “Put your legs around my waist and hold on.”

Jasmine obeyed his order blindly, panting and clamping her legs around him with ferocity. She yanked her dress up to her waist and braced her back against the wall. And then Ares was there, his cock driving into her pussy with such force her lungs protested.

Hips pumping wildly, he thrust in and out while the walls of her quim contracted. He touched the spot inside of her that made her wild. Her nails scored his shoulders. Her teeth nipped at his skin, everywhere she could taste him, touch him. She felt full. Complete. And she never wanted it to end.

“Hold on, baby,” Ares warned. He drove into her furiously, wildly and the sensations overwhelmed her, dragged her under. Her muscles tightened, gripping his cock. She didn’t want him to leave.

Ares pushed once more and the orgasm punched her, releasing her into such intense pleasure she cried out into the night. He continued to pump for a few seconds and then he jerked, coming with such force that he slammed against her, pressing her breasts flat against his chest.

He dragged breath into his lungs, his arms braced above her head. “This.”

She lifted her eyes to see his face. “What?”

“This is why I can’t live without you.”

Suddenly furious, she pushed against his chest. “Because we have great sex? That’s not a good enough reason. Now, let go of me.”

Ares lowered her legs and took a step back. He restored his clothing and opened his mouth to rebut her statement. Only the splicing of the air silenced him.

“Ares?” Jasmine stared over his shoulder and he whirled, quickly placing himself in front of her.

Jasmine’s heart raced as a tall, broad-shouldered figure took shape. Wearing a long, white robe and a severe scowl, the man focused his attention on Ares.

“How nice of you to drop in, Father.”

Jasmine’s mouth fell open. “Zeus?” Her voice held a breathless quality and Ares glared at her.

“Yes, show him how impressed you are. He really likes that,” he growled.

Zeus came forward slowly, methodically before he lifted his finger to point at Jasmine. “She is not a goddess.”

Before Ares could respond, Jasmine found her voice as her awe diminished. “Oh, go to hell. I never asked to be a goddess and I certainly did ask your son to lie his way into my life. The last thing I need right now is you telling me what I should or shouldn’t be!”

Zeus’ mouth fell open as Ares chuckled. He took a step back and wrapped his arm around Jasmine’s waist. “I couldn’t have said it better myself…except for the part where I lied my way into your life.”

Zeus’ finger didn’t waver. “Does she know who I am?”

Ares laughed outright. “I don’t think she’s impressed anymore.”

“No, I’m not,” Jasmine replied. “And I just want to take my sons and go home.”

“Done,” Zeus announced, sweeping his hand in the air.

Jasmine had no time to think, scream, or wonder what had just happened, but seconds later, she was standing in front of her old house. Alone. Without her sons. Panicked, she raced inside, slamming the door against the wall.

But both Jared and Andion still slept soundly, only in the center of the bed she once knew.

She was home.

And once again, mortal.

“Enough!!” The God of War roared to the sky. His eyes gleamed with a raw fury and with a flick of his wrist, he directed a fireball toward the tiny hut where Jasmine had taken shelter with Andion and Jared, letting it fly with a sizzle of energy. Not content to stop there, he continued to pelt the structure with more bolts of electricity, turning the boards into glowing coals. Then, with one final bolt of energy, Ares toppled the building.

Zeus folded his arms. “Happy now?”

“You!” He pointed his finger toward the center of his father’s chest. “You had no right to interfere in my life.”

Zeus’ brows lowered in a scowl. “Are you new? I’m the most powerful god in the universe. I can do what I damn well want to do and I don’t have to ask for your permission.”

Ares took two long strides forward and went toe to toe with his father. “I’ll be back to deal with you later.”

Without remorse, Zeus stepped into his son’s path. “You will go nowhere. You have a lot to answer for.”

Sidestepping around Zeus, Ares prepared to disappear, but his father stuck out his hand, turning his palm. Ares froze, unable to move. “What the fuck is going on?”

“You’ll leave when I say you leave. Right now, you will return with me to Mount Olympus.”

“For what reason?” Ares fought against his father’s powerful restraints.

“Hera has called a tribunal.”

Jasmine swiped at the wooden countertops with slow, ineffective movements of the cloth. She had no interest in cleaning and for the past two days, she’d gone through the motions, feeding Jared and caring for Andion. But her thoughts remain centered on Ares. She wondered where he was, what he was doing, and why he hadn’t come to her.

The thought made her wince. She didn’t want him to come to her. She needed to get on with her life, to forget about him. But each time she looked at Andion, she saw Ares. His dark eyes, his full lips and even the thick hair. She’d always have a reminder of her son’s father. And of the man she loved.

“Hey, Mom.” Jared stood in the doorway of their house, shuffling his feet.

She forced a smile to her face. “Yes, honey?”

“There’s a woman here to see you. Says she has something to tell you that’s important.”

Jasmine held back her irritation. The last thing she wanted to deal with was a visitor. But good manners dictated that she answer the summons. Drying her hands on a towel, she patted her hair into place and followed her son, stopping long enough to check to make sure Andion was still asleep. Coming to the doorway, she greeted her guest. “Hello.”

A blonde woman with startling blue eyes and a solemn expression stood by the well. Wearing a shimmering crystal blue dress and gold slippers, she looked well bred and high class. And when she spoke, her words carried a wealth of worry. “You have to come with me. Please. It’s urgent.”

Jasmine gripped the door frame. “I’m sorry. Do I know you?”

The woman made a gesture of irritation. “I’ll make introductions along the way. We don’t have a lot of time.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me what this is all about.”

“Ares is facing a tribunal as we speak. If he is found guilty, he could be sentenced to death.”

Zeus banged the gavel, demanding silence in the tribunal room. With marble floors and golden walls, the area was now filled with gods of varying abilities, some of whom would kill to see Ares fall.

He watched the faces of all his relatives and wondered which would be first to condemn him. Anger burned within his soul as Ares stood in front of the gilded bench where his father sat, ready to pronounce sentence should he be found guilty.

“As you insisted on bringing these charges, Hera, you may speak first.” Zeus waved a hand toward his wife.

Ares didn’t turn to see his mother approach. He couldn’t look at her. Perhaps this was why Zeus had restricted his powers. Rage was a strong motivator to harm.

Hera glided toward the front of the room, her figure erect, a picture of regal attitude. With her brown hair swept up into an elegant chignon and dressed in a blood red robe, she was as classy as she was bitchy. And when she spoke, the room erupted into displeased murmurs.

“Silence,” Zeus snapped.

Hera waited patiently until the room grew quiet again. Then, she began to circle Ares, her steps slow and methodical. “I’m sure none of you can understand how I can bring charges against my own son, but Ares has never been one to obey the rules. Ordinarily, I made allowances for him, but this time, he went too far.” She stopped walking and ran her hand down Ares’ arm. He snagged hold of her wrist and pushed her away from him. She gave him a sympathetic look and continued talking. “He’s strong, determined and too reckless now. I cannot allow him to break the rules any longer.”

“Rules,” Ares spat. “You who have never obeyed a rule in your life.”

“I am your mother,” she snarled in return, her composure slipping.

“Not by my choice.”

Hera whirled around to stand in front of him. “You insolent bastard!”

Ares raised one eyebrow. “Isn’t that something you should discuss with Zeus then?”

She slapped his cheek hard enough to leave an imprint, but Ares only smiled at her. Her irritation growing, she yanked hold of his leather vest and dragged him forward to whisper, “I hold your life in my hands.”

“Kill me then.” He wouldn’t give her the pleasure of rattling him.

Zeus thumped the gavel again. “Let us proceed.”

Ares bowed low. “Yes, let us continue with the crucifixion.”

The woman finally introduced herself as Aphrodite and second before she transported Jasmine and her children to Mount Olympus, she provided just enough facts to scare the hell out of her. No matter how Ares had deceived her, Jasmine couldn’t let him die, not when she could prevent it.

Aphrodite came to a stop at the end of a long hallway lit with torch lanterns. “There’s in here, honey. Just be careful. You’ll be in a roomful of gods and most of them won’t hesitate to incinerate you.”

Jasmine jostled Andion to her shoulder and placed one hand on Jared’s head. “I can’t take my boys in there.”

The sexy goddess glanced down at Jared’s upturned face and gave him a wink. “Then I’ll take the two kiddies. You need to be in there. Ares needs to know you’re here.”

Tears filling her eyes, Jasmine nodded. She knelt down in front of Jared and kissed his cheek. “You go with Miss Aphrodite, honey. I’ll be out as soon as I can.”

Jared wrapped his arms around Jasmine’s neck and held on tight. “Be careful, Mom.”

She ruffled his hair before standing. She hesitated for a brief second and then passed Andion into Aphrodite’s outstretched arms. The baby squirmed and fussed before finally settling down.

“Good luck,” the goddess whispered.

Jasmine took one step toward the door, turned and asked, “why aren’t you in here?”

Aphrodite wrinkled her nose. “I hate conflicts. Besides, Ares wouldn’t want to see me half as much as he wants to see you.”

Jasmine nodded and pushed open the door in time to hear the verdict.

“Based on the evidence presented, I have no choice but to find you guilty,” Zeus intoned in a solemn tone.

Ares began to applaud. “Well, that certainly didn’t take us long now, did it?” His head swiveled and he froze. Standing by the door, her hands folded in front of her, was Jasmine. He turned fully and the room fell silent as he began to walk toward her.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said as he neared her.

Jasmine met him halfway. “Tell that to your sister.”

Ares caught hold of her hands. “Aphrodite. Why am I not surprised?”

“What are they doing to you?” Jasmine looked over his shoulder and her eyes connected with Hera’s. She quickly returned her attention to Ares’ face.

“It’s not important. Where are the boys?”

“With Aphrodite. They’re safe. Now, please answer my questions. Why were you just found guilty? What crime did you commit?”

Ares couldn’t stop himself from touching her. It was so damned good to see her, especially here on Mount Olympus. He cupped her face. “You should go.”

“Aphrodite told me you could be sentenced to death. Now, tell me what in the hell happened.”

“I’ll be glad to fill you in since my son is being so difficult,” Hera offered, gliding forward with a benign smile on her face.

Jasmine glared at her. “You again. I might have known you were behind this.”

Hera’s smile faded. “You really should be nicer to someone who can end your miserable, mortal existence.”

Ares shoved Jasmine behind her. “Stay away from her.”

“It appears you have brain-washed my son into granting you immortality. Zeus had to correct his mistake, but unfortunately, Ares has to pay for his error. Gods cannot transform mortals into gods just on a whim. There has to be solid reasons why…”

“It wasn’t a whim,” Ares interrupted. He searched Jasmine’s face, her beauty causing his heart to clench.

“Then why?” Hera demanded with her lips pursed.

Ares kept his eyes on Jasmine’s face. “Because I love her.”

Jasmine never thought she’d hear those words from his lips. Stunned, she could only stare at him while her heart started a quick tattoo in her chest.

“Oh, look, you’ve rendered her speechless,” Hera cooed, clamping her hand on Jasmine’s shoulder. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, dear, your man has a date with sentencing.”

Jasmine peeled the goddess’ fingers away from her arm. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You really want to stay here and hear your lover be sentenced to death, do you?”

Jasmine winced and her eyes shot to Ares’ face. He shook his head, reassuring her.

“As I said,” Jasmine reiterated, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Hera made a show out of shrugging. “Suit yourself, but do try to remain quiet. We really don’t have time to stop for hysterical sobbing.” Taking a step closer, she lowered her voice. “And I’d really hate to have to kill you.”

“Get away from her,” Ares snapped, snagging hold of his mother’s arm and flinging her away.

Hera stumbled but quickly righted herself. She sent Ares a sizzling look and tugged at her robe. “I’ll see that you’re properly punished for that. In the meantime, shall we move on?”

“No!” Jasmine protested. “I won’t allow you to do this!”

The Queen of the Gods gave her a pitying look. “As if you could stop me.”

“Ares should not have been found guilty.”

Zeus finally intervened. “It’s too late for that. The verdict has already been pronounced.”

Jasmine thrust her chin up and hoped the powerful god didn’t notice the way her legs shook. “And you can reach a verdict when you don’t have all the evidence/”

A hush fell over the room as Zeus raised his hand. “What is this evidence to which you refer?”

“Ares cannot be punished for making the woman he is to marry immortal.” Jasmine folded her hands in front of her and swept a look around the room, taking in the tense, expectant faces. Then she focused her eyes on Zeus’ face. She didn’t want to see the horrified look on Ares’. “Am I correct?”

Zeus cleared his throat. “Ares made no mention of marriage.”

He wouldn’t, she thought, struggling to keep the bitterness off her face. “Perhaps he believed his family would trust him. Isn’t that what any son would expect?” The tone of her voice revealed her condemnation and even Zeus looked away from the direct accusation in her gaze.

The conglomeration of gods began to murmur, stirring with surprise and interest.

“Ares would never marry a mortal!” Frustration laced Hera’s voice.

All eyes turned toward Ares as everyone in the room waited expectantly for an answer.

Especially Jasmine.

Ares stared straight at Jasmine, but she didn’t look away. She willed him to accept what she’d told the other gods even if it was just to save his life. She would rather lose him to lack of love than death.

“What Jasmine says is true.” Ares’ words fell like an anvil against brick. “I wanted to marry her.” His brow lifted. “I still do.”

Damn. He was too good. Jasmine’s heart lodged in her throat.

Zeus cleared his throat. “In that case, verdict can be waived if both parties agree to a ceremony.”

Jasmine’s eyes whipped to the god’s face. “When?”

Hera smirked. “Why now, of course.” She folded her arms over her breasts. “Unless you have a reason why you don’t want to marry Ares now. Of course, should you not choose to marry him now, the verdict will stand. And we’ll proceed with sentencing.”

“Jasmine and I need a moment alone.” Ares tried to come to the rescue, but Jasmine held up her hand.

“That’s fine.” She held her head high. “I’d like my children to be present.” As she turned to walk away, Ares snagged hold of her arm. “What are you saying?”

She looked down at his hand holding her arm before allowing her eyes to travel back up to his face. “I’m saying that I’m going to marry you…today.”

Ares’ mouth fell open. “Do you realize what this means?”

Actually, no, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. “It means we’re getting married and you’ll be safe.”

“So you’re telling me you’re doing this because you want to save my life?” One eyebrow lifted.

He looked so smug she wanted to hit him. “Don’t push me, Ares. Besides, just because I marry you doesn’t mean I’ll live you with.”

The smugness didn’t fade. “Oh, but that’s a requirement, my sweet. And the gods really do believe in until death do us part.”

Jasmine patted Andion’s back until he fell into a deep sleep, his small fist resting against his mouth. Jared had already fallen asleep, exhausted from the excitement of the day. He’d been the only one who seemed thrilled at the prospect of returning to Ares’ temple. But then, her son loved the castle, its intricate hallways and hidden passages.

But at present, Jasmine wanted to be anywhere but here.

“Are you planning on staying in here with the children all night?” Ares asked from the doorway of Andion’s nursery.

She jumped and made a great show out of adjusting her son’s blanket. “And what’s it to you if I am?”

He chuckled and came forward, his steps assured, steady. She didn’t know his intentions until he curled his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.

“Ares, don’t.”

“Don’t what? Don’t kiss my wife?”

She turned in his arms, pushing against his chest. “I’m only your wife because it was the only way to save your life. This is in name only. Nothing more. Don’t forget that.”

He wouldn’t release her. If anything, his arms grew tighten, forming a solid band of thick muscle around her. “How could I forget how my pretty wife saved my life?” He nuzzled her neck, gliding his hands over her spine until she shivered. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

“You can drop the act, Ares. We’re alone. I know you didn’t want this marriage any more than I did.”

“Maybe not, but it does have certain,” he paused, “benefits.”

She tipped her head back to see his face. “If you think I’m going to sleep you with, you couldn’t be more wrong.”

Moving as fast as a tornado, he stooped and lifted her in his arms, cradling her against his chest.

“What are you doing?” She kicked her legs in protest.

“Who said anything about sleeping?”

Jasmine wanted to fight him, but Ares knew just where to touch her, how to hold her, the right place to place his tongue. And he would use every weapon in his arsenal.

The mattress dipped beneath her as he laid her down atop the thick blankets. Her eyes wide, she stared up into his ebony orbs. “What are you doing to do?” She hated the breathless quality of her voice.

He pushed the hem of her dress up to her waist and stroked her thighs. “Your skin is so soft.” His lips replaced her hands, his hot breath teasing her flesh. “And silky.” He rubbed his cheek in between her legs and Jasmine parted her thighs.

She’d been right. He withdrew his best weapon.

His tongue.

She waited, breathlessly, anticipation climbing up her spine. “Ares.”

“Shhh, my sweet,” he instructed, his mouth now closer to her pussy. He whispered against her lips before his tongue slipped out to stroke the crease.

Jasmine moaned.

Ares nibbled her skin, stroking her walls, nibbling, licking until she squirmed beneath him. Then he began to worship her clit, rolling it around his tongue, increasing the pressure. He shoved his index finger and middle finger deep inside her. Jasmine lifted her hips off the bed and ground her pussy against his face.

“Yes, yes,” she moaned.

He withdrew his fingers to thrust his tongue deep into her channel and Jasmine cried out, bunching her hands in the coverlet. He cupped her ass, eating her with such fervor, she came within seconds, her muscles jumping and quivering. She moaned and clutched at him, reaching to draw him to her.

Ares slid up the bed, coming to his knees. “I have to fuck you.”

Her thighs opened even wider and she brought her knees up to her chest. “Do it. Fuck me.”

He snapped his fingers and his clothes fell away. His cock jutted upwards, bumping her swollen opening. He didn’t stop. One thrust took him deep. Jasmine cried out and Ares groaned.

He fucked her hard, driving into her with relentless, fierce thrusts. “Hell, yeah,” he ground out. Jasmine dug her fingernails into her hips and held him tightly as he came, his groans warning with pants.

Then he collapsed on top of her and she smelled his warm skin, tested its saltiness with the tip of her tongue which mingled with the tears on her cheeks.

They lay wrapped in each other’s arms, her head pillowed on his chest. She heard the steady thudding of his heart and felt the security of his embrace. But it was all a farce. Ares had married her only to save his life. Nothing more. She would have to remember that if she was to survive in this marriage.

“What are you thinking?” Ares’ deep voice startled her.

“Nothing,” she lied.

“Jasmine.”

“What?”

“I wasn’t lying when I said I love you.”

She caught her breath. “We can talk about this later.” She hooked her leg over his, hoping to distract him.

He propped himself up on his elbow. “Why don’t you want to talk about it now?”

“Because we’ve told enough lies.”

His jaw tightened. “I’m not lying.”

She closed her eyes. “ Let’s just go to sleep, Ares.”

He kissed her cheeks, her eyes and then her lips. “As you wish tonight, Jasmine, but tomorrow, we’ll talk about this, all day if we have to, but I will convince you that I mean what I say.” He cupped her face and brushed his lips over hers several times in a row. “I love you.”

Jasmine refused to open her eyes. She couldn’t look at him now. Her heart was breaking.

“You’ll believe me one day,” he promised her, tightening his hold. “I’ll make sure of it.”

She wished she could believe him now.

“Just promise me you’ll give me a chance. You’ll give us a chance.”

She reached up and touched his face. “Promises are easily broken, Ares.”

“Then tell me you’ll at least try to give me a chance.”

Her eyes opened then and the raw pain she saw in his made her relent even if slightly. “I’ll try.”

His shoulders relaxed and Jasmine felt the first stirring of hope within her heart. No promises, but it couldn’t hurt to try.

BIO

Rachel is the published author of contemporary, fantasy and paranormal romances with small yet vibrant presses. She works full-time as a paralegal and is also the editor for Vintage Romance Publishing, a publisher dedicated to nostalgic romances.

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