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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “battery”.
Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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Apollo opened his mouth but no words came out. There he was, the man he fell in love with. Okay, djinn. Whatever. And he had his hands all over the woman Apollo was hoping to fall for. He was heartbroken. He was aroused. He was confused. And he was lost in Khalil’s deep, dark brown eyes, just like that first night on the beach.
“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” Khalil coaxed.
“Where the hell have you been?” Apollo demanded.
“Not good enough.”
“It’s going to have to be. Frank’s closing the bar.” Khalil cocked his head towards Deirdre. “The two of us want you to take us home with you.”
Apollo caught Deirdre’s lust filled gaze and reddened cheeks. Shit. She might have been tough as nails, but she was mortal. And she was about to spend the night between a god and a djinn. He nodded to her. “I’m not sure she knows what she’s in for.”
“I’ve been in threesomes before, Brody,” she assured him.
“Brody?” Khalil teased with a smirk.
Apollo let a growl loose as a warning. He gave Deirdre a soft smile. “That’s not quite what I mean.”
“My love,” Khalil called out to get Apollo’s attention.
The god stared at him with wide eyes. Did the djinn just express some sort of affection for him? Were they more than just a booty call to each other?
Khalil continued. “She understands more than you know. Our little firecracker here will be fine. Let’s go home.”
Deidre pulled free from Khalil’s arms and sashayed her way across the back room to Apollo. The way she looked up at him undid him. She bit at her lower lip as she laid her hands on his chest, scraping the flesh under his shirt with her fingernails.
He never noticed Khali beside him until fingers fisted in his hair and his mouth was taken captive by the djinn’s. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood, something he missed so much it made his heart ache, filled his senses. Apollo returned the kiss as hard as was given.
The god dug his hand in his pocket for his car keys. It took a moment longer than normal. His jeans were getting tighter by the second.
“Home,” he murmured in agreement. He took Deirdre’s hand in one of his without a thought. He clasped the palm with the keys into Khalil’s. Without a word, he led them from the bar towards his car.