Kyra

Chapter Two

Ares' gaze flittered between the three of them, not seeming to land on either of them for long. Sadly, it was long enough for the wires in Kyra's brain to go into overload.

Something was wrong with her. Something was very, very wrong with her. Whatever resolve she'd had walking into this place shattered into something new and unexpected. A strange heat bubbled in her lower stomach—like butterflies.

What's happening to me?

She knew it and dreaded it immediately. Kyra hadn't been exposed to enough men in her lifetime to have ever experienced a crush. Unfortunately, this man right here was the most attractive man she'd ever seen in her lifetime. Everything about him was delicious.

Pull yourself together woman!

He wasn't looking at her. Kyra took comfort in this fact. If he wasn't interested in her now then he might not care much for her torture later.

So why did part of her long to feel his gaze? Ares was an attractive man—there was no question about it—but Kyra felt like she might die if she left this room without that weighty glare settling on her.

These feelings were too much too soon. Too rushed. Too sudden.

Ah, the perks of growing up in a women's only community. The second she saw something with a dick, Kyra needed to get fucked.

So why hadn't she felt this way for the man outside?

Strange. How very peculiar.

Why had these feelings hit her so fast out of the blue?

"Speak," He commanded, swirling a quill around through the air.

Erika took a step forwards and cleared her throat. "Ares, sir, we're sorry if this meeting is of any inconvenience to you but we're here with a young Amazon who needs to be disciplined."

Kyra rolled her eyes on instinct. Perhaps it was a good job the God wasn't looking at her. For one, she could get her horniness under control—and secondly, she wouldn't be killed on the spot for practically confirming every negative thing Erika had to say about her.

"Disciplined?" He repeated.

"Her impertinence has hit all time high and Leda and I are at a loss for what to do with her." Bit of an exaggeration, no? "Before, it was simply challenging orders and questioning instructions which we could deal with. Except now it's progressed to outright disobedience." Pushing it a little bit aren't you? "She won't take part in drills, she won't follow orders and she won't take no for an answer."

Now that was hardly true.

Kyra took part in drills. But she wouldn't do anything she didn't agree with. Was that so terrible? Was doing the right thing really such a horrible thing?

Ares glanced between Erika and Leda. When his gaze settled on her, Kyra tried her hardest not to shuffle. His gaze raked her up and down, taking her in from her head to her toes. Something's wrong with me. He looked her up and down like he was measuring her, working her out—but God, something had to be wrong with Kyra. That look shouldn't have had her grinding her thighs together the way it did. And if she wasn't careful, this God was bound to notice.

"And you're the troublemaker, are you?"

I can be if you want me to be.

Bad Kyra. Gosh, she needed to get a hold of herself.

Maybe it was something about Ares. She wasn't like this with other men. Well, the few other men she'd seen in her measly lifetime. Perhaps there was something wrong with him. Yes! That was right. Kyra was the normal one here. Her reactions to him were simply biological. Sure, she'd seen him before. But this was the first Kyra was ever hearing of his voice. It was dark and hoarse, with the kind of gravelly baritone she pictured men having during sex. It was that sound that had the wetness forming between her legs, not the fact that she was picturing his head there too. Not that she was picturing this man in that kind of setting. Or maybe she was. Maybe she pictured him rumbling her name like that as he spread her legs wide and—