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

Chapter Ten: The Mummy Returns...uh...sort of

The Mummy Returns…uh...sort of:

    

Avelyn looked up at the blonde superhero, eyeing him shrewdly. “Are you really a Norse god?”

Apollo grinned down at the mortal female. She really was a cutie pie. Perhaps missing out on his lunch date wouldn’t be so bad after all he thought silently. That’s what had led him here in the first place. You could’ve knocked him over the second he stepped onto the office floor and saw everyone fast asleep. For a minute he wondered if they’d all fallen prey to some form of mass hypnosis, but when he looked a little closer he saw they were just trapped in a shared dream.

Never one to miss a party, Apollo had joined in after a little wardrobe change. What’s the point of entering the dream realm if you couldn’t lose yourself in some fantasy right? Besides, he’d always wanted to test out Mjolnir and the real Thor was kind of a prick about letting other people touch it, but creating a replica in the dream world was almost as good as the real thing.

Using it against Morph had just been a bonus.

“That I am, human.” He gave the female called Avelyn his best grin. Apollo watched as her breath caught in her throat. Even in disguise his influence over the opposite sex couldn’t be muted. There was no telling what her reaction would actually be if she ever got a real look at him in all his glory. She’d probably explode – the super hot, in between the sheets kind of explosion that was his specialty.   

This tight little number seemed all prim and proper – like a hot librarian. Black hair was carefully pinned away from an open face that seemed flushed from the recent excitement with those black garbed attackers. Her skin held the slightest bronze tint, which only made her pink lips stand out in a ‘come-kiss-me’ sort of way. Her linen blouse was open at the neck, and looked pretty hot paired up with a khaki colored skirt and brown leather boots. She definitely had curves in all the right places – at least in all the places that really counted. Plus he was a sucker for chics with accents: British, Aussie, Spanish, even Southern…all of it just added a little flavor to the soup.

Maybe he would squeeze her in. He’d only been jerking Morph’s chain before since he was being his normal asshole self, but perhaps he'd go ahead and make good on his threat. He hadn’t had some good old fashion dream sex in awhile. Not since that time he’d made his way through sorority row during Greek week. Good times he mused to himself, good times.  Well, at least it had been before Morpheus crashed the party. That dude was such a bummer – he wouldn’t recognize a good time if it bit him in the nuts.  

Apollo turned his attention back to the cute mortal, wondering again why he’d caught the dour dream god packing her around like something out of Tarzan does the Nile. Common knowledge had it that Morph didn’t “play” with the mortal charges that entered his realm. He watched, controlled, or whatever it was he did - but enjoying some of the perks of his job wasn’t something the black winged god was known for. Apollo would never understand that stupidity. What was the point of being a god of dreams, if you didn’t get off every now and then?

“Human, I am in dire need of a power exchange. Perhaps, as a representative of your world, you would care to assist me in this endeavor?” Apollo did his best superhero impression as he stood tall and gazed down at the mortal woman. He edged his massive body closer to hers so she’d feel the power radiating off him – women loved that stuff.

“Well…I…” Avelyn stammered, trying to understand what sort of power exchange a being like Thor would require. She was pretty sure it was something entirely indecent, or at the very least morally questionable.