God of My Dreams (Greek Heroes #1) ✅ Completed

Chapter Eight: Is this Game On?

Is this Game On?

Morpheus realized there was a problem almost immediately. Gwen-Stacey was not reacting to his overall godly presence in the manner in which he’d grown accustomed to. He wasn’t as vain as the other gods, but they did enjoy a particular…response from human females. Granted, it’d been centuries since he actually looked forward to seeing it up close and personal, but now that he was here and she wasn't cooperating, it was a little awkward. Watching Gwen-Stacey take him in stride was most peculiar.

And highly unsatisfying.

His slight anxiousness upon visiting the mortal realm (it really had been a crazy long time since he'd been here last) was not helping his situation in the least. The second he laid eyes on the real Gwen-Stacey, the unfamiliar sensation only ratcheted up a few notches.

The real-life Gwen-Stacey was a woman tailor-made to his own specifications. She was taller than average, but still only came to his chin in heels. She was built hippy, with lush curves and breasts that would fill the palms of his hands. A small waist only worked to accent her plump ass and proportioned thighs. Her hair was the color of mahogany, with light accents strewn throughout. It reached to the middle of her back in gentle waves that begged for a man to run his hands through. Her skin was the color of the sun kissed dawn, indicating a slightly Mediterranean bloodline. High cheekbones gave her a regal look, but it was her full lips that he couldn’t help but stare at. They looked made for long, hot kisses and perhaps a little more. He couldn’t wait to see if they were as talented as they appeared.

He watched her mouth now as she exhaled slowly and seemed to compose herself. Her perfectly manicured brows furrowing as she waited for him to answer her questions.   

Initially she’d seemed surprised and a little overwhelmed when he addressed her, but her sense of awe was short-lived. She’d had no further normal reactions – that is to say she didn’t faint, swoon, breathe rapidly, throw herself at him, attempt to rip his clothes off...none of it. Gwen-Stacey’s reaction to his presence was most peculiar.

Had it been so long that he’d lost some of his…oh, what did they call it now…game?  

Morpheus dismissed that thought as the obviously ridiculous notion it was. He had plenty of game. He had so much game it was practically illegal. It was the reason why all the other gods despised and envied him. Sure, Apollo was all golden and beautiful and Hephaestus had arms like a mountain, but he was the whole package. He was dark, beautiful, brooding, mysterious, strong, and the keeper of everyone’s innermost fantasies. He could bring any woman’s fantasies to life, and in his realm there were no rules or restrictions to stop him. The line between conscious waking and unconscious sleeping was so thin, it hardly mattered – he wielded enough power to drag anyone across it.

If he didn’t have game, then it didn’t exist.

Using his extensive powers now, he reached into Gwen-Stacey’s mind and poked around a little. Nothing too invasive, just enough to see what the problem was. When he realized why she’d seemed so standoffish, he almost laughed in relief. It was such a simple little thing really. A matter easily remedied by a god of his stature.

Cloaking himself from the rest of the humans in the room, Morpheus unfolded his wings and beat them in a slow rhythm. Talking ceased, papers dropped, and calls went to voicemail as everyone on the entire floor fell fast asleep…including Gwen-Stacey.

Now that Gwen-Stacey was entirely in his realm, it was time for a proper introduction.

And this time he expected a certain level of awe that he wasn’t about to miss for the world.