Hello everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! Today's word prompt is "hug". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance. This all started with a speed write I did about a month ago. You can find the beginning by clicking here.
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Juliet hugged the sheet to her. Ares cocked his head at her. “After I rocked your world, you’re still afraid of me? You wouldn’t be the first.”
She frowned at him. “I should be. But I’m not. You can’t keep me here.”
Ares hovered over her, his gaze locking with hers. She trembled at his stare, at his closeness to her. So she lied. She was afraid of him. He was a Greek god – or so he said. How else would he know what she was before she could strike?
He pulled back from her and pointed up the steps. “Go. You’re free to go.”
She scowled. “You said it was noon.”
“I did, didn’t I? It looks like it’s in your best interest to stay with me. You stay. Or you die.”
“I’m your slave.”
His lips were on hers before she could protest. The taste of his kiss, the caress of his tongue on hers turned her inside out. As they parted, he murmured. “You need to give me time to reverse your curse.”
“To make me mortal.”
“Can’t happen. Yeah, I’ve been with mortals. None of them compare to you.”
“How do I compare to Aphrodite?”
Ares cringed at her words like she kicked him in the gut. It was more than obvious that she hit a weak spot. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
“You could say that.”
“So if you’re not going to make me mortal, then what curse do you plan to reverse?”
Ares settled on the bed next to her then laid back on the blood red silk pillows with his fingers laced behind his head. “I want to give you the ability to walk during the day. I have sources.”
“You’re going to talk to your father, Zeus?”
He growled. “Why are you so obsessed with my family? For a French chick, you’re have a creepy knowledge of Greek deities.”
“I enjoyed reading Greek mythology.”
Ares didn’t have to sit up to intimidate her. His glare, his voice was so cold she shivered. “Myths are tales. They’re not really. Touch me, baby. You sure as hell know I’m really. It’s time you believe in me.”