Daughters of Olympus (Reverse Harem Romances)

I look at Gaia.

"What?" She grins. "You know exactly what you want, deep down, and now they are here, pining after you. It's not the time to walk away."

"You've been pining for us?" Ares asks.

I swallow, glaring at my oldest friend.

"Yes. She has," Gaia confides. "She's been smitten for years but is terribly shy. And she was waiting to come of age."

The men share a look; they know what that means. They know what I want.

"We've talked about this though, Persephone," Ares says. "You have no reason to be nervous around me. "You're the only woman I have eyes for."

"Well, the same goes for me," Poseidon says.

Zeus steps forward, puffing out his chest. "I have one intention as well."

Hades narrows his eyes. "One conversation was all it took for me."

"Took for you to what?" I ask, not quite believing that these four Greek gods are offering me their allegiance. I never even asked for it. I want to get pregnant, not fall head over heels for a god.

"To fall in love."

"Big words coming from the Underworld lord," Gaia says with a frown.

Hades arches an eyebrow. His lean body is so tempting; his confidence just attracts me to him all the more. "You just hate that I don't let you come to my realm."

Gaia rolls her eyes, but we all know it's true, and a small smattering of laughter surrounds us, lightening the mood. "You four seem pretty heavy-handed. Don't any of you like the idea of just having fun? Does it have to be so singular, so intense?"

"I don't do anything halfway," Zeus says. "I go all in."

"So," Gaia says, "if you and Sephy hooked up, it wouldn't just be for fun? It would have to be forever?"

I shoot Gaia a look of alarm. "You don't need to organize this liaison for me," I say, laughing, trying to deflect any sort of awkwardness.

"Truth is, you can all fight over one another; don't worry about slighting me any." She purses her lips together, and for a moment I worry that she feels hurt that I'm the one garnering so much attention. "I mean it. I'm young and free and have no intention of settling down."

"Who said I did?" I ask hands on my hips.

Gaia, though, just laughs, raising her flute of ambrosia. "Darling, you've always had eyes that were set on forever."

We share a smile, knowing it's true.

"But my forever was about having a child... not a partner," I admit.

"You want a lover for one night?" Hades asks.

I nod, swallowing hard.

"And not more?" Ares asks.

"I had never thought about it or thought it was for me. I'm the Goddess of Fertility, not love."

"That was before you came here tonight. Before you met us," Zeus says. "And heard what we wanted."

We?

Is he suggesting I don't have to decide which god I like best?

The mood changes. It's electric and alive, and we all seem to be contemplating similar things.

One another.

We all begin drinking our nectar and I feel the effects. The tightness in my shoulders slackens and a sense of excitement takes its place.

The gods are all looking at me, and I'm looking at them. My heart pounds, not knowing what might happen next, but feeling so much anticipation for whatever the night might bring.

Without a shadow of doubt, I know I have no need to be nervous around them. They only have eyes for me. Well, for me and for my womb, but that's a good thing.

Because right now, I'm looking at them in the exact same way.

Gaia breaks all through the gazing by clapping her hands. "Oh, look, the Fates have arrived!"

3

Zeus

As the Fates draw near, I move closer to Persephone. I may have a reputation for being a player, but that's all in my past now that I have my eyes set on her. Especially since the three women joining us -- the Fates -- have been trying to get in my pants since forever. The last thing I want right now is to give Persephone a reason to walk away.

While playing the field, I've learned a few things. Mostly, that women get insecure, jealous, and angry just as much as men do. I want Persephone to know I'm not in the least interested in Clotho, Lachesis, or Atropos -- the Fates of Mount Olympus.

They may hold the strings of our lives, but they have no hold over my heart. These three sisters love to come to parties and tease, flirt, and play, but I'm not sure Persephone will understand that. She never comes out to events like this. And I don't want to give her a reason to go before she learns just how badly I want her to stay.

She looks so sweet and innocent standing here. As the Fates join us, glasses of nectar in their hands, the differences between Persephone and the three of them is exaggerated even more. They are dark browed and red lipped. Big breasts are pushed high in their tight, revealing gowns and they have plenty of experience in their eyes.