Kyra

Epilogue

In Greece, Kyra was led up a hilltop by her hips towards a mountain villa. She took in the building with a fleeting smile, informed there were no neighbours for miles. Translation? We can be as loud as we want to be.

Better yet, the neighbours weren't even mortal.

She kept a firm hold of her features as Ares slipped the key in the door, beckoning her inside.

He'd been 'busy' for weeks now, working on a secret project he couldn't tell her the details of. Instead, he'd kiss her at night and tell her to have some patience. And now, that patience was paying off.

"Your thoughts, little Amazon?" He watched her with rapt attention, absorbing her every interaction.

A home was necessary. First of all, Kyra had no desire of living once more at the compound. Secondly, her Amazon fortress was flawed. And thirdly, Ares needed a place to fuck this woman senseless where a flurry of Amazons weren't likely to interrupt.

She twirled, taking in the sights from all directions.

"You did this all by yourself?"

Why did she seem so sceptical?

"Yes. I did."

Her arms folded across her chest, tits spilling from her metal breastplate. "And you didn't think to consult me?"

He took her by the arms, pointedly staring down at her. "I mean this in the nicest way possible, Kyra, but your decorative touch leaves room for improvement. This will suit us both nicely."

"I struggle to believe—"

"You forget how well I know you." He'd decked this place out Kyra style. Everything she could possibly want could be found him. Besides a hammock, of course. Not fucking happening. "Have a look around before you jump to judgement. Here we have a kitchen for you not to cook in. A gym for your ridiculous training routine."

"What's that?"

She pointed to a table and little machine in another room. From behind, the God kissed her shoulder.

Every little detail of her life had been accounted for.

"That's a sewing machine for your... projects." Her lips parted. Winning you over, my love? He guided her further into the building. "A living room that we'll both relax in."

"What if I—"

"You'll make time for it, little Amazon." He backed her up towards the L-shaped couch. "It'll be your choice. I get ten minutes with you in here a day or I get to bend you over the sofa once a week."

"And that's your deal? It doesn't sound like there's an angle where I'll win."

"You win at both, little Amazon." He gave her hips a long squeeze, leaving his hands either side of her. "They'd both end with you coming all over my cock."

"Hmm, I should've known."

"You want to see the best part?"

Her hand dipped to the space between them, grazing over his cock. "It gets better than this?"

She was ruining the tour. Shite, if he fucked her now, he'd forget everything he had planned for her.

"You're evil." She squeezed him harder, raising an eyebrow innocently. "You want the office next or the bedroom?"

With a sigh, she withdrew her hand.

"I suppose either gets the job done."

"Kyra, please, you're killing me here."

She slinked closer to him, grazing her lips over his. "It's alright," She murmured. "If you want to finish the tour, we can finish the tour. I suppose I can wait till later." With a frown, she pulled away. "That's if I'm still feeling... y'know... down for it later."

Evil, evil woman.

"We tour the bedroom for fifteen minutes—"

"Twenty-five," She bargained.

"Twenty-five," He agreed. "And then finish it."

They did not, in fact, leave the bedroom after twenty-five minutes.