Last Courtesan of Olympus (Lovers of the Gods, #1)

by Amanda Meuwissen

“You are a gift.” “A… gift? For one of the other gods?” Zeus grinned, and the expression unsettled me. “Not one. Though worry not, I know your preference is for men alone. You are to be a gift for all the male gods.”

“If you choose one of the others, I might have to steal you.” “You could,” I made my gamble, “but think how much more worthwhile it could be if still having me was a secret, your secret, that no one else knew, even if I did choose another? After all, who else could move fast enough to cover his tracks?”

Was it a trick? A trap? A test? “You are to make me beg and submit. You are to not let up until I plead and weep for the reprieve to spill my seed. You are to be the master. Understood?” Oh.

Who knew Ares would be a sub?

“No one could compare to you,” he said with almost shy wonderment. “Well, no. But I can find someone who might come close.”

“You are the best, are you not? The most beautiful, most desired, most worthy of devotion like one of the divine yourself. Enjoy this, Aikos, for with me, you are the god.”

Any moment might be our last’,” I continued the recitation. “‘Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again’.”

My mind was made. “None. All. You and each of them too.” I looked at the scenes of the others. “And whoever else needs me at any time for as long as my mortal life allows it. For I have come to understand that my greatest love, lord Zeus, is to help others find theirs. Not always romantically, sometimes internally, to love themselves or to let a love go. And I cannot truly achieve that with only one master, so I would have none while serving all.”