Page 102 of The Cursed Chalice

Ares’ voice bellows, “Don’t fucking pass that threshold. Turn the fuck around, and let me fuck my wife in peace.”

I groan in shame. “Ares.”

“Sorry, Father. Hey, Soraya,” Deimos says.

“Out!” Ares groans.

I do not hear them retreating, but I know they are not here anymore.

“Where do you want my cum, Soraya?” he asks like his sons didn’t just interrupt us.

I kiss him. “Inside me.”

“Fuck! I love you so much,” Ares groans, his head dipping into my neck as his body racks with an orgasm.

I kiss his head softly. “I love you, too, baby.”

“Oh my God, can you two please stop with the kissing?” Nisa screams and stomps to the fridge.

Ares grips my ass tighter as he presses one last kiss on my lips. “They will never understand.”

“Is this their new normal?” I hear a voice I haven’t heard in weeks.

“Hecate, finally you’re back.” I turn, trying to get out of Ares’s arms to hug her, but he is not letting me go. Instead, he dips his head down into my neck and inhales.

“Not yet, Little Flame.” His voice is muffled against my neck.

Deimos enters carrying a glass and a plate. “Every fucking day, I swear, you two are tiring.”

Ares lifts his head. “You can always go to your place.”

Deimos shrugs. “It doesn’t have this much food in it.” He sets his eyes on Hecate. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

Hecate rolls her eyes. “You sure? Because I’m not from the Caribbean.”

Deimos’s eyes widen, but he keeps it together as he places the plate and glass in the sink

Phobos calls out to Nisa, and she jumps off the stool. “Don’t forget, I’m going to Laura’s for her sleepover birthday thing today.”

“Phobos will get you after school.”

Nisa runs up and hugs Ares and me, and then she is off.

“Be safe and call us if anything happens,” Ares states.

“Yes, bye, guys.” Nisa waves as she zooms out of the kitchen.

I rub Ares’s arms. “I have to leave too.”

Ares grunts. “One more kiss before you go.”

I smile, turning slowly. I melt when his lips finally meet mine. He pulls me closer, and I can feel his cock hardening.

“God, get a room,” Deimos mocks.

I put my hands on his face, and he leans his scarred side into my palm. “I love you.”

“Now until forever,” Ares responds.