hatred instead of love.”
“Gaia,” Neo whispered. “I remember my mother telling me all the shades of green on Earth were the same colour as the flecks in Gaia’s eyes.”
“So you think it was Gaia who imprisoned Nialo inside Sema ?” Why would a God with so much love for the man in her arms do such a thing? It didn’t make sense to Ramiro. Neo appeared deep in thought. “Is that all?” Ramiro asked, ready to get back to bed.
“How’s Gunnar?”
“Ashamed, I think. He doesn’t like what he shifted into out there.” He’d heard Gunnar crying in the shower earlier, but he hadn’t intruded. Gunnar was one of the proudest Alphas Ramiro had ever met, and he knew he wouldn’t be welcomed at such a rare emotional moment.
“Do you think he’ll be okay?” Neo asked.
“Of course,” Ramiro defended Gunnar. “As a matter of fact, I believe he’s an even bigger asset to you now.”
“I wasn’t asking as a boss. He means more to me than that,” Neo returned, anger and a touch of hurt in his voice.
Ramiro recognised his mistake too late. “Forgive me.” He cleared his throat. “It’s been a long time since you’ve talked to him. He notices, you know? I think it’s the reason he doesn’t believe you trust him anymore.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“I realise that. Perhaps after the trial you could find the time to sit down with him and work things out. I bet he would enjoy taking you fishing.”
Neo made a face. “I hate to fish. Never understood the point of it.”
“Me neither. I was hoping to get out of future outings.”
“Not going to happen. It’s the price you’ll have to pay for being with him.”
Ramiro grinned. “Then I’ll gladly put on my overalls and work boots to accompany him.”
Neo yawned. “I think I’ll try to get a few hours of sleep before the trial. Do you think Gunnar will be upset that he’ll not be allowed in Olympus?”
“I don’t think so. We talked about it earlier, and he understands why I need to look Ian in the eyes. Besides, three o’clock is too early in the day for him to be out.”
“It wasn’t easy to get you a seat in the gallery, so do us both a favour and be as discreet as possible.” Neo stood and stretched his arms over his head. “I’ll talk to Gunnar, I promise.”
“Thank you.” Ramiro followed Neo out of the room. “Will Michael be accompanying you?”
“No. He’s planning to stay here with Sema .”
“Would you ask Gunnar to watch over them? He knows how much Michael means to you, so I think it would mean a lot to him.”
Neo chuckled. “Have you taken up the job of Gunnar’s champion?”
“It’s not a job. It’s a pleasure.”
* * * *
Gunnar wrapped his hand around the base of Ramiro’s cock as the gorgeous vampire rode up and down on his dick. There was something about the way Ramiro’s muscles bunched and flexed that drove Gunnar wild. As much as he liked Michael, he couldn’t imagine fucking someone so small. No. He’d come to enjoy the pleasure of holding a body as powerful as his own.
“Faster,” Ramiro panted.
Gunnar began to jerk Ramiro’s cock from root to tip, stopping only long enough to rub his thumb across the head before sliding back down the thick length. When Gunner caught Ramiro glance at the clock on the bedside table, his grip increased.
“Shit! Are you trying to pinch it off?” Ramiro growled.
“Just trying to get your attention back on me instead of the time.” He loosened his hold and thrust up into Ramiro’s ass.
“As much as my ass loves your cock, I don’t think Zeus would accept us fucking as an excuse to be late.”
With a roar, Gunnar grabbed Ramiro and flipped him over onto the mattress. “Then I’d better get serious about this,” Gunnar said, impaling Ramiro again on his cock.
Ramiro held his legs apart as Gunnar put everything he had into fucking the man. He drove down as deep and hard as he could, hoping to telegraph his passion without having to
“Gaia,” Neo whispered. “I remember my mother telling me all the shades of green on Earth were the same colour as the flecks in Gaia’s eyes.”
“So you think it was Gaia who imprisoned Nialo inside Sema ?” Why would a God with so much love for the man in her arms do such a thing? It didn’t make sense to Ramiro. Neo appeared deep in thought. “Is that all?” Ramiro asked, ready to get back to bed.
“How’s Gunnar?”
“Ashamed, I think. He doesn’t like what he shifted into out there.” He’d heard Gunnar crying in the shower earlier, but he hadn’t intruded. Gunnar was one of the proudest Alphas Ramiro had ever met, and he knew he wouldn’t be welcomed at such a rare emotional moment.
“Do you think he’ll be okay?” Neo asked.
“Of course,” Ramiro defended Gunnar. “As a matter of fact, I believe he’s an even bigger asset to you now.”
“I wasn’t asking as a boss. He means more to me than that,” Neo returned, anger and a touch of hurt in his voice.
Ramiro recognised his mistake too late. “Forgive me.” He cleared his throat. “It’s been a long time since you’ve talked to him. He notices, you know? I think it’s the reason he doesn’t believe you trust him anymore.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“I realise that. Perhaps after the trial you could find the time to sit down with him and work things out. I bet he would enjoy taking you fishing.”
Neo made a face. “I hate to fish. Never understood the point of it.”
“Me neither. I was hoping to get out of future outings.”
“Not going to happen. It’s the price you’ll have to pay for being with him.”
Ramiro grinned. “Then I’ll gladly put on my overalls and work boots to accompany him.”
Neo yawned. “I think I’ll try to get a few hours of sleep before the trial. Do you think Gunnar will be upset that he’ll not be allowed in Olympus?”
“I don’t think so. We talked about it earlier, and he understands why I need to look Ian in the eyes. Besides, three o’clock is too early in the day for him to be out.”
“It wasn’t easy to get you a seat in the gallery, so do us both a favour and be as discreet as possible.” Neo stood and stretched his arms over his head. “I’ll talk to Gunnar, I promise.”
“Thank you.” Ramiro followed Neo out of the room. “Will Michael be accompanying you?”
“No. He’s planning to stay here with Sema .”
“Would you ask Gunnar to watch over them? He knows how much Michael means to you, so I think it would mean a lot to him.”
Neo chuckled. “Have you taken up the job of Gunnar’s champion?”
“It’s not a job. It’s a pleasure.”
* * * *
Gunnar wrapped his hand around the base of Ramiro’s cock as the gorgeous vampire rode up and down on his dick. There was something about the way Ramiro’s muscles bunched and flexed that drove Gunnar wild. As much as he liked Michael, he couldn’t imagine fucking someone so small. No. He’d come to enjoy the pleasure of holding a body as powerful as his own.
“Faster,” Ramiro panted.
Gunnar began to jerk Ramiro’s cock from root to tip, stopping only long enough to rub his thumb across the head before sliding back down the thick length. When Gunner caught Ramiro glance at the clock on the bedside table, his grip increased.
“Shit! Are you trying to pinch it off?” Ramiro growled.
“Just trying to get your attention back on me instead of the time.” He loosened his hold and thrust up into Ramiro’s ass.
“As much as my ass loves your cock, I don’t think Zeus would accept us fucking as an excuse to be late.”
With a roar, Gunnar grabbed Ramiro and flipped him over onto the mattress. “Then I’d better get serious about this,” Gunnar said, impaling Ramiro again on his cock.
Ramiro held his legs apart as Gunnar put everything he had into fucking the man. He drove down as deep and hard as he could, hoping to telegraph his passion without having to
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