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“Thanks for giving me my sister back.” Persephone started crying, and Keres looked to Thanatos, who came to soothe her. She handed her sister off, curtsied, and walked out with her mates on either side.
Outside, she started to sniffle. They each put an arm around her, and then Achilles made a portal, and they walked through it. Their house was waiting.
Chapter Eleven
Keres looked at the vine-covered stone, the huge arched windows, and the enormous front door that was the front of the aged monastery. Their cars arrived behind them and settled together on the drive. Achilles lifted her in his arms and walked her to the house while Dante shoved the huge doors open. It was a ritual he enjoyed that mimicked what he had researched about modern beta society. He carried her over the threshold every time.
The polished wood of the interior made the sparse furnishings glow. Dante had his office, and Achilles had his studio. There was only one bedroom with any kind of furnishings, and it was their bedroom. To Keres’ surprise, Achilles walked her to the studio.
Dante chuckled. “I will bring refreshments.”
Achilles set her on her feet and said, “You are going to hold to your agreement?”
“Yes. Where am I standing, and what am I wearing?”
“I want you fully as you, hair streaming and ears out.”
“You like the ears far too much. Clothes?”
“I will manage that.”
“And where am I standing?”
He gestured to a podium and smiled brightly. There was a loop dangling from the ceiling.
She nodded and removed her clothes, folding them neatly and then stepping on the podium to centre herself. She let the glamour fall away and fluffed her hair out behind her. Layers of concealment of her everyday cover fell away, and she was naked, vulnerable, and when she looked over at Achilles, he was intent.
He walked to her, massaged her shoulders and breasts, and rubbed with his thumbs the marks her clothing had made. “Why do you wear clothing that hurts you?”
“It is just uncomfortable until I get used to the confinement.”
He looked down at her and let his glamour fall. Red eyes, long snowy white hair, and skin so black it consumed the light around them. The silvery scars across his features made him the man she loved the most. They had been made by her abuser clawing at his face. He had gotten the markings for her.
“Achilles?”
“Yes?”
“There isn’t any mark on my ass.” She looked at him, and he grinned.
“Pity. I remember a time when you wore our marks all over you.”
She smiled. “Where do you want me?”
Dante came in. “Back to me and facing him.”
Keres laughed. “Really?”
Achilles stroked her throat softly. “Eventually.”
She shivered, her breasts felt heavy, and her nipples were tight. “So, do you want the modelling or not?”
He sighed. “I do. Hold still.”
Silvery light wrapped around her and formed a gown that slipped from one shoulder, the upper edge skidding halfway down her breast.
“Arm up. Brace in the sling, and arrange your fingers to cup the sun.”
She reached up and arranged her fingers. He fussed with the details and smiled. “Perfect.”
