The Revelation (Pandora's Harem 1) A Reverse Harem Tale(10)

“Then we’ll go with you.”

I want to say it sounds like a plan, but I hold back on those words. Can I really traipse about New York City with three immortal Spartan warriors in tow? Granted, they don’t look like Spartans…or immortals. But still, they have a way about themselves that just might stick out to New Yorkers. “Maybe I should go get the cupcakes and bring them back here. Then we can have them together without a bunch of mortals around.”

Leonidas shakes his head. “We are not letting you out of our sight. Not until Moros has been dealt with.”

That could take eternity. I huff. “Fine. Let me get my socks and sneakers and then all four of us can go down the block.” I really just want a quiet moment to enjoy my cake, but if I have to bring this bunch along, might as well get it over with. At least I’ll still get to do something special for birthday.

Lycus vanishes and returns in a split second.

“How did you do that?”

“I can flash. So can the other two.” He hands me a pair of purple socks and my white sneakers.

“How did you know which ones to get?”

He didn’t answer.

I shrug. “Fine. Maybe I don’t need to know.” I take the shoes, but he won’t give up the socks.

“Have a seat,” he says, pointing to the couch.

I really don’t have time for this, but it is my birthday, so I take the offer as it will be the only gift I get today.

Lycus parks his ass on the coffee table, barely missing Zeus’s book.

I flop on the sofa across from him and raise my right leg to rest on his thigh.

He caresses my foot with the most incredible massage techniques. I can take this all day if he cares to dish it out. He moves his hands upward. “You have small ankles, Dora.”

He calls me by the name I’m used to, though I don’t know how he knows it.

His hands keep working my flesh, shifting between my ankle and my foot. “Oh, gods, but that feels good.” Warmth spreads through my veins. He keeps going for at least a good five minutes.

I moan. I am so in trouble.

Lycus slips my sock over my toes and gently tugs the fuzzy fabric up my foot. “Switch,” he says, his voice a bit commanding.

Right now I’ll do anything he asks of me. My foot feels like it’s in heaven, wrapped in a bundle of clouds.

Ares plops down next to Lycus and grabs my sneaker. He slips my foot inside and ties up the shoe.

“Guys, you really don’t need to be doing this. I can take care of myself.”

“Not with Thanatos around.” Leonidas walks over to the sliding doors leading to the terrace. He gazes outside. “I don’t think this apartment is safe.”

It’s the only home I have. “There is no place else we can go, so we have to make this work.” I doubt my Spartans understand the concept of paying rent. I’m lucky to have this place.

Lycus goes for my left foot and repeats his magickal rub. After he slips the sock on, Ares takes over with the sneaker.

I appreciate the effort they’re making, but I can think of a million other things the four of us should be doing.

“As can I,” Leonidas says, stepping away from the sliding glass doors. A devilish grin crosses his lips.

For once, my mind is actually thinking outside of the gutter where these guys are concerned. Like thinking about trying to find my lost box or figuring out how we’re going to stay off Moros’s radar. Though I admit, even with only knowing my Spartans for a bit, they are damn tempting. “I am so not going there, mister.”

He gives a soft laugh. “Are you ready for that cupcake?”

I nod, get off the couch, and head out with my three hunky protectors.

I pray to the gods none of Moros’s minions show up because all I want to do is eat one freaking cupcake in peace.





Chapter 5





Ordering a cupcake, or four in this case, shouldn’t be so difficult a deal. But apparently, for immortal Spartan warriors, it’s major.

Ares fawns over the case, his eyes bulging. “They have shrimp flavor!”

Can he be any louder? So much for wanting to stay off the gods’ radar, I bet Zeus himself heard that little statement all the way up on Mount Olympus. Never mind what the mortal customers must be thinking. The place is packed today.

Leonidas sucks his bottom lip, then says, “I’m going for the vanilla confetti with the bright pink icing.” He’s even louder than was Ares. “No, wait. Maybe I’ll go for the chocolate.”

I just want to die.

“Yep. I’ll take two of the chocolate ones,” Leonidas finally makes up his mind. He raises two fingers to the woman at the counter, as if she didn’t hear his booming declaration.

If I have to buy each of my guys two cupcakes, I’m going to be out of pocket money for the whole week.

“Don’t worry Sweet Cakes,” Ares says, “the cupcakes are on us today.”

I hope he realizes he has to pay. With money.

“Of course, I do. We might spend most of our time on the ethereal plane, but we do cross over every now and then. In fact, we each own several homes on earth. Eventually, you’ll get to visit them all.” He gives a wink.

Living with three Spartans isn’t going to be easy. I can just sense it. I look away from Ares and focus my gaze on Lycus who has been silent since we left the apartment.