The Wager- BBW Erotic Curvy Paranormal Romance (TOUCH OF THE GODS) by D.X. Luc Page A

eyes, I saw their true hue, and I wish I could describe it. All I can say is that it was perfection.
    However, when he spoke, his voice belied their glow. “There is hope for you, Uncle. I believe Eros is right and you must have faith that all will work in your favor.” His words were heavy with longing and despair and I couldn't help but wonder if he felt more for the mortal, who he almost said the name of? Did my nephew, Himeros, love Willa?  I was certain that was another story to be told.
                  “I did not mean for my question to make you feel ashamed of your appearance, Uncle. It is never my intention to hurt. I only meant to help, but interfering in this would probably do more harm than good. I give you my blessing in this endeavor of yours, Hephaestus. May the gods shine down on you this time.” In a flurry of wings and darkness, my nephew dispersed. Vanishing, while he left a scent of cologne and heady eroticism.
    Sadly for me, I had dropped my shield during my negative musings and was bombarded by the urgent need to find release. Damn the young god! The fever of desire came upon me quickly, leaving me shaky and hot, so my first thought was to try a cold shower. Turning on the water to the coldest I could stand, I didn't waste time undressing. I flashed out of my clothing into the icy spray and gasped as the initial shock sent a shiver down my spine. I braced myself against the tiles, eyes closed and tried to imagine the many times I caught Ares with Aphrodite, in hopes that my painful erection would fade away in the frigid waters.
    When I mentally flipped through all the instances of infidelity my ex-wife's remorseless face melted and was replaced with the beautiful features of Vanessa, my object of affection. She was staring at me, her multi-colored eyes wide and stunned. Like me, her body was slick and wet with water and I couldn't stop my hands from gliding over her delicious curves. Overcome with hunger, I captured her lips, devouring them as though they were the only food to keep me among the living.
                  At first, she pushed at my arms, but I didn't let her go, her weak struggles fueling an already raging fire. Finally, Vanessa pressed against me, moaning into my mouth while my tongue plundered inside hers. I caressed every inch of skin she possessed, while her own nimble fingers trailed a fiery path down my stomach, etching out each tense muscle before disappearing into the hair above my dripping, needy member.
    This was turning out to be the best day dream ever, or so I thought until she squeezed my erection to the point of pleasure and pain. I pulled back to stare down at her.
    She was flushed, her cheeks mottled with red, her lips swollen while desire clouded her eyes.
    I had to move back more when she tried to lean up for another kiss. “Vanessa? How---” I didn't have a chance to finish my query, all coherency shattering when she gave my cock a long, slow stroke.
    She repeated the action, teasing me into a fury of arousal and I had to bang my head against her shower wall to keep from embarrassing myself. It was the first time she had touched me, her hands small and soft while they pumped me, and as much as I wanted to let her have her way, I knew she wasn't in the right place for that. I could never take advantage of her, even if my body believed otherwise.
      Luckily, when I felt her free hand move lower, just above the start of my jagged scar that decorated my leg, I was jolted back to reality. Reluctantly, I unwrapped her fingers from me, thinking that if my cock could speak, it would be cussing me out something fierce. I focused, until I was back in my own bathroom. The cold water no longer helped, so I turned it off and stepped out, wrapping my towel around me. I cringed as the rough fabric grazed against my sensitive tip.
    Attempting to get a grip over my powers, I ran my hand over my face to clear my mind and reached for my jeans, the doorbell