I lowered my mouth to hers as I drew the briefs down my hips and then reached between us, folding my hand over hers. I pressed her palm against my length, and there was no stopping the groan. Her fingers curled around me, and my jaw locked down as raw sensation pounded through my veins. Her hand began to move. Our tongues tangled, and the taste and feel of her nearly overcame me. She quivered under me, the movement of her hand growing more confident with each stroke.

There was another part of her I wanted to taste again. Thank the gods she was wearing loose sweats, and it took nothing for me to slip my hand in them and get—

“I see your glyphs,” Josie whispered, her voice awed.

A fissure of power curled down my spine. More glyphs bled to the surface of my skin, shifting and forming different symbols, a response to the presence of a god.

I jerked back. “Shit.”

“Seth.” Apollo’s voice boomed from the living room. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Blood drained from Josie’s face and then rushed back up from her neck, flooding her cheeks in scarlet.

“Don’t come in here!” she shrieked. Her hand tightened on my cock, which really wasn’t helping things. “Don’t you dare come in here!”

“Wasn’t planning to,” Apollo replied, and a second later, it sounded like he’d thrown himself onto the small couch.

Groaning, I eased her hand away from my dick and rolled to the side. I helped her fix her bra and top before pushing off the bed.

“You two are taking really long in there,” Apollo commented.

“Really? Do you have some kind of sick sense for this?” I tucked myself back in and pulled up my zipper. Apollo was the damn God of Cock Blocking, and one of his powers was delivering blue balls. “Gods.”

“It’s not my fault that every time I come to visit, you’re trying to get with my daughter.”

“Oh my God.” Josie shot to her feet and smacked her hands over her face. “This is so weird and so not cool. I’m going to need years of therapy because of this.”

“You and me both,” I muttered, fixing my belt.

Apollo snorted from the living room. “You could definitely benefit from therapy, Seth, and it has nothing to do with this.”

Lifting my head, my hands stilled at the belt while my lips pursed.

Josie grabbed her hooded sweatshirt and tugged it on over her head. She glanced at me. “I can still see your glyphs.” Her voice was low as she touched my chest with the tip of her finger, tracing the design. “It’s beautiful.”

I caught her hand and lifted it to my mouth. I kissed her palm. “As soon as he leaves, we’re starting over.”