Kyra

Chapter Nine

He'd said he'd give her children for God's sake! Now he had to be joking. Unless he was extremely intense.

"You..."

"Would you like that, Kyra?" He leaned forwards, towing her closer by her hips until she stood between his legs. "Your belly swollen with my children?" Why was it suddenly so hard to breathe? The God pulled her closer still.

Closer, closer, closer—

His lips fluttered across her clothed stomach. When he glanced up at her, she saw the glint of evil behind his eyes.

"Not the response you prepared yourself for?" Arrogant, smug bastard. "I'll give you a minute to think up a new angle."

"So you have your weird infatuation with me," She rushed before that cockiness could guide him any further. "Let's imagine I'm someone else. I'm Erika asking you the same question one day. What would you do if she wanted children? Would you give them to her too?"

The God tugged her down to his lap, her thighs sprawled across his knees.

"Not my own."

"But would it be allowed? You're not answering the question."

"Because it doesn't concern you." He stroked a hand through her hair, the red trailing between his fingers. "If Erika so happens to decide she'd like children, she's welcome to raise her own concerns. I'm not feeding whatever new argument you've got cooking in your head."

He'd figured that one out pretty quickly.

But then it was obvious from word go.

Kyra had a problem with the Amazonian system. Anything she brought to his attention would be something she could use against it.

"It's a valid question," She insisted, rising from his lap. She needed the distance to keep her head clear. A choice I wouldn't have been able to make with dark magic floating around my head. So she was still herself. Still keeping it together. "Would you say no? If your creations wanted to leave and start lives of their own, would you allow that to happen?"

"Of course I would."

But there was more to that. Surely. This was Ares. He wouldn't just let them go. There had to be more.

"But there'd be conditions."

He raised an eyebrow, asking, "Why were you thinking about sex?"

"I'm the one asking the questions here."

"You've asked a question. I answered it. It's my turn now. Why were you thinking about sex?"

He was right. If she wanted to get answers from him, then they'd have to make this a game. Ares wouldn't work on a double standard.

"My body hurts. Happy?"

He looked tender for a moment, like he actually cared. And Kyra supposed he did—since I'm important to him.

"Show me where."

The tide of embarrassment hit her so easily—but if I want my own answers.

She took a deep breath, grazing a hand over her nipples. "Here..." She lowered her hand. He knew where it was headed. "And here. But you said that woman's not in my head anymore so why—"

"You're overstimulated on the cusp of immortality." At least someone understood what was wrong with her. Kyra was sick of not feeling like herself. "Everything you'd normally feel is heightened. It makes sense. That's why it was so easy for her to get into your head. Everything there, everything that will be there was already heightened. All she did was make it worse. You're back to normal now, but normal's stronger than what it was before."