The Fire of Ares

CH21-Wild and Unpredictable

Max.

I trailed my lips down Ares's neck, as he lifted his head, giving me better access. His neck was just so tempting; I slowly bit down, earning a low moan from Ares. A shiver ran down my spine, a new realization that that might just be my new favorite sound. I left wet kisses up and down his neck, trying to get the same response each time. Ares's hands trail down my back, his fingers grazing my skin with a teasing slowness until they find what they're looking for. With a firm grip, he cups my ass, igniting a wave of warmth that travels through my body. I can't help but let out a low groan, a mix of surprise and desire escaping my lips. His touch is both possessive and exhilarating, sending my pulse racing as I lean into him, feeling the heat radiating from his body. I reached my hands up into his hair, pulling on it. 

"Max," he moans in my ear. 

Fuck, that was the hottest someone had ever said my name before. "Ares..." I moaned back. I slid the rest of my body onto him. Forget sleep—who's that? This was so much better. I looked at him; he had his eyes closed, breathing hard. I sat up on him and trailed my hands down his chest, feeling the toned body beneath my fingers. Ares opened his eyes and looked at me with such a heated gaze. "What are you dreaming about?" he smirked. That was a weird thing to say. Ares added again, "Max, wake up."

I jolted up, and Ares looked flustered. I looked around and saw the sun barely coming up. "What?" I scanned the room, confused. "What happened?"

Ares smirked, "What were you dreaming about?" he said, wiggling his brows. "Sounds like a good dream."

I almost broke my neck turning to him. "What?" I asked again, bewildered. How did he know what I was dreaming about?

"You kept saying my name, and I woke up when you moaned it right in my ear. Since I'm in your dream, I want to know what I did to make you moan like that," Ares said, looking at me smugly.

I just knew that even though the room wasn't that bright, he could still see how red my face was. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, my throat tightening.

Ares chuckled softly, clearly not buying my denial. His smirk widened, and he shifted closer to me, his body warm and inviting. "Oh, come on, Max. You can't just drop a bomb like that and expect me to let it go," he teased, his voice low and playful.

I cleared my throat, desperately searching for a way to escape the embarrassment that was flooding my cheeks. "It was just a dream, Ares. You know how dreams are—wild and unpredictable." I attempted to deflect, but there was something in his gaze that made my pulse quicken.

He tilted his head, studying me as if I were an intricate puzzle. "Wild and unpredictable, huh?" His tone was low, heavy with suggestion. "Maybe I should have a dream about you, too. I could give you a taste of what it feels like to be on the receiving end of those moans."

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, I felt a surge of heat rush through me, stoked by the image he conjured. Ares noticed my reaction, his eyes darkening with amusement. "See? You can't resist the idea," he prodded, leaning in even closer. The space between us felt electric, charged with something unspoken.

"Okay, fine! Maybe it was a little more than just a dream," I finally admitted, barely above a whisper. The honesty hung in the air like a thick fog, and I could feel Ares's gaze burning into me, daring me to elaborate.

He leaned closer, resting his forehead against mine, his breath mingling with mine. "Tell me what happened," he urged, his voice barely a whisper. Something in the way he said it sent shivers down my spine, and I remembered the feel of his skin against mine, the taste of his skin. 

A thrill coursed through me as the memories of the dream flooded back. I could almost feel the warmth of Ares's skin beneath my fingertips, the intoxicating scent of him lingering in the air. The moment felt suspended, pregnant with possibility, and I found myself craving more than just the recounting of a dream.

Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze, trying to steady the rapid beating of my heart. "In the dream..." I started, my voice trembling slightly with both the weight of the confession and the electricity crackling between us. "You were-" We both jump away from each other as my phone starts ringing loudly, shattering the tension in the air. I shakily reach for it, and the bright light momentarily blinds me. It's Mia.

I answered swiftly, my voice betraying a hint of impatience. "Hello?" Why would she be calling at this time? I pulled back my phone and checked the time again—6 AM. A rush of relief washed over me, pulling me from the intense moment with Ares.

"Sorry to call you this early... but Mom's home... and she wants both of us to get her from the airport."

"You've got to be kidding me." I rolled my eyes, annoyed. Why didn't she tell us she was coming? I dragged a hand across my face, exasperated. "Are you on your way?"

"Yeah, I'm actually here. I just didn't want to knock."

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. "I'll be out in a minute. Let me grab my stuff."

"Okay." I hung up and threw myself back on the bed, groaning.

"Everything okay?" Ares asked, still looking at me, his gaze unwavering. He seemed both curious and concerned, as if he could sense my irritation radiating through the room.

I ran a hand through my hair, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Just my sister. Mom's back home and she wants us to pick her up from the airport. She didn't even give us a heads-up."

Ares raised an eyebrow. "At 6 AM? That's early for an airport run."

"Right? I mean, it's like she doesn't care that we've got lives too." I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. 

"Do you want me to come with you?" he offered, his voice steady and calming, an anchor amidst my irritation.

I paused, the tension in my shoulders easing just a little. "Although that sounds tempting, you can't. My mom... my mom is something else, you do not want to meet her."