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This week's prompt is "greasy". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
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**Warning - there is adult language.**
Pan stared at him, his eyes wide with shock. Ares huffed. “It’s not the first time you’ve heard me say that. It’s probably not the first time this week.”
Pan shrugged. “Yeah. But usually it’s a warlord or a world leader or some puny fighter. But a vampire? What makes you want to kill…” Pan’s voice trailed off as he glanced at Juliet. “Oh. He bit her, didn’t he?”
“You’re quick there, Pan. He did more than turn her. For the evil he did I want his blood. Can you help me or not?”
Pan bit his lower lip. Juliet smiled a little. It was kind of adorable. She fought it back when she heard Ares growl.
“I could talk to Eros and have him ask around,” Pan replied.
“Why would you ask that greasy little shit?” Ares demanded.
“Isn’t that greasy little shit your son?”
“It’d be great if he could keep it in his pants.”
Pan pursed his lips while he shuffled his hooves uncomfortably. Ares balled up his fists by his sides. “What is your problem?”
Juliet laughed. “Pot calling the kettle black maybe?”
Ares scowled at her. Pan pointed at Juliet and chuckled. “That.”
“Fuck it. I’m wasting my time,” Ares threw up his hands and stormed off through the trees. Juliet watched him go for a moment. She grinned at Pan then took off. Her extreme speed had her stopped in front of Ares in a second.
“Get the fuck out of my way,” he warned.
Juliet tugged him to her and parted his lips with hers. He sunk into it as he pulled her against him.
She nuzzled her nose against his as they parted. “Guess I didn’t fall in love with a god with a sense of humor.”
Ares brushed a lock of hair from her face. “For your information, it’s been in my pants for everyone but you since I met you.”
“Good. Because you belong to me.”