Page 77 of Releasing the Gods
He shot her that look he did so well, the one that said all humans should bow down and worship him. He was good at it because he really believed they should. Since he was a god to them and all of that. But blondie here didn’t know that.
“He’s not interested,” I told her bluntly, and her face went even more pointy as she glared my way.
She wanted to say something, her lips opened, but then she must have realized that she was in no position to abuse people paying thousands a night to stay in the hotel she worked for. I smiled sweetly, before I basically slammed the door in her face.
#MineBitch
Cronus was grinning when I turned to him, and it was lucky he was holding all of our current available clothing or I would have punched him in the dick too.#LikeFatherLikeSon #ManWhore
“I didn’t know you ordered clothes,” he said to me, still wearing that fucking smile.
“I like to think ahead,” I replied shortly, not really sure why I was mad at him. He hadn’t been flirting, but he also hadn’t told her to fuck off and he wasn’t even mine to worry about.
This was why falling for this … Titan … was a bad idea. We were from two different worlds. If I let him, Cronus was going to smash my heart.
And if I was really honest with myself, it might already be too late to prevent it.
* * *
Jessell’s eventroom was huge. A round, red velvet-lined space with two levels of seating. By the time we arrived, it was almost full, the lights dim with just some purple and blue mood lighting flashing around the edges. There was a stage with a dark red curtain across it, but no sign of the seer yet.
Cronus and I were in the upper VIP section, where only twenty seats—much wider and more luxurious than the lower levels—were grouped together. After the show, we’d get to use our backstage passes to meet her. If I could keep Cronus in check that long.
Cronus and I had not spoken much, and I tried not to feel hurt that he hadn’t bothered to comment on my appearance. Mostly because I’d never had a chance to dress up for him, and the silver sequined dress hugged my boobs and had a giant slit up my right leg, exposing most of my thigh. It was probably the sexiest thing I’d ever worn, and he’d barely even acknowledged it. I’d braided my hair over one shoulder like a slutty Elsa and he hadn’t said a word.#FuckingMen
Of course, I hadn’t commented on the black suit he wore, that they’d somehow found in his size, with the dark gray open-collared shirt that exposed enough of his hard, tanned chest to kill most red-blooded women. In my head, I’d ripped it off him five times already, and even now it was hard to keep my hands to myself.
He looked so different. Taller, more mysterious. And beyond beautiful.
My chest tightened, and I preferred to pretend it was because I was carrying around some asshole sins and not because Cronus was destroying me from the inside out.
Thankfully, the lights changed near the stage, and I could focus on the show and not Cronus. Our seats were great, right near the front balcony as I leaned forward to see everything that was happening below.
I’d forgotten that the back of my dress was basically nonexistent, most of my skin exposed. His hand landed on my spine and I closed my eyes, everything inside of me tightening, while moisture pooled between my legs.
One touch. One fucking touch and he about had me a puddle at his feet.
That spicy dark scent, masculine and intoxicating, caressed my senses as he leaned over, his voice a rumble in my ear. “You look fucking spectacular by the way,” he murmured. “Beyond human and god. You’re as stunning as a Titan.”
I knew that was the highest level of compliment Cronus was capable of, to see me as an equal, and it undid me.
His hand started to caress my back; my eyes closed as I fought the moan wanting to escape from my mouth. Jesus, was he just touching my back? Because it felt a lot like he was touching other places. I wanted to grab his hand and shove it between my legs...
“Maisey,” he said, lips brushing my ear. I made a noise in my throat but didn’t turn to him.
“Look at me,” he asked with more force, and no matter how hard I fought the pull, I had to look at him.
Blazing blue eyes, the gold in them like a melting pot of secrets. “Why do you turn away from me?” he whispered, that hand still stroking my spine, ignitingotherparts of me.
Swallowing hard, I tried to find moisture in my mouth. Pretty sure it had all gone south.
“You’re … too much,” I finally choked out. “I don’t think I can have a taste and then walk away when this is all done.” There. I’d laid myself bare. I said it.
An angry rumble rocked the balcony we were on, shaking it slightly, and I could see the other guests looking around like they were worried about earthquakes, but I knew it was all Cronus.
“Why would you walk away?” he asked, his voice low enough that only I could hear.
A sad laugh left me. “You’re a god, Cronus, and I’m … me. How could it work? For one thing, you’ll live forever, and I will die in eighty years, if I’m lucky.”
