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the beautiful woman introduced herself before taking a seat, and I followed suit. I didn’t know what to make of the fact that Aphrodite stayed in the room without me having to ask her. My eyes shifted from Naya, who I could tell was talking from the movement of her lips, to Aphrodite, who was glancing down at her iPad and biting her lip. Only the goddess knew what I would do to those lips if only she'd let me. I felt blood rush to my nether region as my wolf kept on pushing dirty thoughts into my head.

“Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.” “So if this realm was created by Hephaestus, who created mine?” I ask, ignoring his comment about my intelligence. “Your world is known to others as Terra and was created by the goddess, Gaia.” Digesting this bit of information, I blurt out “That could be where the term ‘mother Earth’ comes from”. Xander laughs a little and shakes his head. “Maybe” He says. “So my next question, how the hell did you control me?” “Well … That one is a little harder to answer.” He says, reaching up to rub his chin. “

She tried to remember the other gods but they are so many that she can’t pinpoint the names of the two. “Was it Ares?” She whispered to herself as she stared at the man with short curly hair and innocent face. “I’m sure he’s not Hephaestus because the books told us he’s ugly.” She continued. “We can hear you, young woman.” Artemis said before she gave Eleena a snide smirk. Eleena’s eyes widened as heat spread across her face. She didn’t know she was mumbling already. “The fact that you thought I’m Hephaestus is sickening.” The man glared at her which made her stick closer to Apollo.

My nipples were silently pleading with him to touch them… put that teasing and torturing mouth on them. Yet, his mouth continued to seduce me almost as much as his body was. His taste intoxicating me as his tongue danced and played with my own. This man was the pure heated passion that was sent to inflame my own. I wanted him, needed him, needed his desire otherwise I was going to implode. I felt as if I wasn't going to breathe again until I had him buried deep inside me now.

I’m so sorry, my Queen,” Amara whispered as she stepped into Luna Anita’s chambers. The air was heavy with tension. Luna Anita, seated in her high-backed chair, turned her cold, unreadable gaze on the girl standing before her. Amara trembled under her scrutiny, her heart racing with guilt and fear. For a moment, Luna Anita simply studied her. It struck her then—she hadn’t truly taken the time to look at Amara, the girl she’d taken in as an infant. Now standing before her was not the child she had raised, but a young woman of remarkable beauty.

CHAPTER 12: I WANT YOU BACK VENUS: I was curled into the corner of the Alpha's vast library, flipping through the pages of a book about werewolves. I wanted to locate a part that has something about the thunder and it's effect on werewolves. But I haven't come across anything like that. I was beginning to feel a bit of frustration when a deep throaty cough that didn't belong interrupted me. I turned around and gasped in shock. "Uncle Raymond?" I gasped. “What are you doing here?”

ROWAN I fucking hate the amount of control it requires to restraint myself from kissing this Goddess right in front of me. Venus is dangerously close, her full, round breasts almost spilling through her bra that’s sheer now, thanks to the bathtub water. Her intoxicating chocolate scent is driving Asgard wild. All I can think about is ripping those pieces of fabric off her and make her mine. But I can’t do that to her. If I can’t claim her as my mate, I won’t use her body. Especially when she’s not in her senses.

Something that made my heart quiver. Yes. He has that effect on me. On everyone he sets his longing eyes upon. His touch is divine. His lips are like the palm tree of Lebanon. Snapping back to reality, I hear his footsteps before I see him. Light. Confident. Seductive and dangerous. “You’re really going to do it,” he says. I turn. He leans against the balcony, wearing an oversized white shirt barely covering his thighs. His hair is still damp. In that moment, tension brews between us.

I was a sucker for pretty faces. The only reason I agreed to date Isabelle was because she was passable-looking as partner material. It had only been a few days since junior year started when my roommate came over to me and awkwardly said, "Damian, I just spotted your girlfriend getting pretty close to that well-known broke pretty boy by the campus lake." I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rushed toward the lake. From a distance, I saw Isabelle standing very close to a slim young man. But the moment I got a good look at his face, I froze. "Damn! This guy was insanely handsome!" He was so good-looking that even I, as another guy, was jealous. Isabelle frowned and stepped in front of me.

I read the footer. Venus Anadiómena is a pictorial work made by the Greek painter Apelles, who was one of the most famous painters of the Ancient Age. Born in Colophon in 352 BC. n. and.; died in Cos in 308 BC. Apelles, took as a model Campaspe (the concubine of Alexander III of Macedonia) to represent the goddess Venus rising from the waters (that is what the word anadiómenes means). Campaspe...So, that was the blonde's name.