12. Unexpected Visitor

F rank wasn't as quiet as he thought he was. The moment his hard body left my side, my eyes snapped open. I didn't follow him immediately, but I was close as he closed the door without so much as a goodbye.

I materialized a slinky nightgown as I rose from the bed. If I stepped out in the hall I didn't need to give anyone walking by a free show.

My curiosity piqued when I heard Warrick's voice through the door. I couldn't make out their words, but then again, I wasn't really trying. The rattle of the knob had me taking a few steps back. As my butt hit the back of the sofa, I leaned there until Warrick made his way forward into the room.

Warrick's hand grazed my breast, and he sucked in a deep breath.

"Warrick, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

He stuttered as his brain tried to form a sentence, and he finally managed, "Frank told me about your ex. I couldn't sleep, so I told him we could trade places."

"That sure was sweet of you, but who said I couldn't take care of him myself? Frank came up to me in the hall. It was a rough day already, and adding Seph into the mix wasn't my idea of fun. Your brother may regret helping me, though. My ex was butt naked on my bed when we entered. I don't think it was the eyeful he was expecting."

Blindly, I reach for his hand and I miss completely.

"Hayden, that is not my hand," Warrick gasps.

"Well, it's dark in here, and you're blocking the light switch. Let me relight the fire," I counter as I shuffle toward the fireplace.

In the cover of darkness, I wave my hand. The logs light in a roar of flames. I turn back to Warrick who has taken a seat in the middle of the couch. Sporting a tank and shorts, with his arms resting on the back of the couch. I try not to drool at the sight of his muscular arms, just begging to be touched.

What would he do if I ran a finger across those biceps?

"So, what was your ex doing in your room?" Warrick asks as he raises an eyebrow.

"Other than embarrassing himself and annoying me?" I shrug and stroll to the chair next to the couch. "Your guess is as good as mine. It's been over for years. I'll have to remember to maim my brothers later."

"Your brothers?"

"Yes, they paid me a visit at the pool earlier. Sweet Pyro did his best to scare them off. It is not an easy feat. Zeus and Poseidon are douches but very overprotective of me."

Confusion is written on his handsome face, his eyes scrunched together. "Your brothers are named Zeus and Poseidon?"

I cannot contain my laughter. "Yes, our parents were both professors, specializing in Greek Mythology, so they named my brothers for two of the gods. I would've been Hades if I were a man."

I knew that they sensed something different about me, but I wasn't ready to admit the truth just yet.

"That does make sense. Any sisters?"

"None, just the three of us. How about you? Tell me more about your life."

"Well, if you couldn't tell, my brothers and I aren't blood related. From an early age, the four of us bounced around in temporary homes. At the age of twelve we reconnected, and we haven't allowed them to split us up since. We did cause trouble, but in school we kept our heads down and all graduated with honors. We've all been working since we were sixteen, we all pitched in to make ends meet, and that work ethic from school followed us to our after school jobs and then college. All our hard work and sacrifice brought us here. We will never forget where we came from, but we don't allow it to be a chip on our shoulder."

"My job in our family company used to be a sore subject. I resented my brothers for insisting that I get stuck there. After a few years, I have almost come to enjoy it, other than my brothers still bossing me around."

With that, he laughs. "Yes, I can totally understand. That is one reason that we all manage different areas but are equal in power and positions."

"You're lucky to have such a great relationship with your brothers. I envy that. I know my brothers love me, but they also feel as if they can rule over me. That is not something that goes over well."

"Yes, you do not seem like a woman that would fall in line but rather rebel at each twist and turn. "

Smiling, I change the smirk to a mock shocked face and point to myself. "Who? Me?"

I stand, yawning. "Thanks for the heart to heart. I'm happy to know about you and your brothers, but that bed is calling my name. Even after the horrific sight that was there when I came back to my room. The mattress must be bewitched into being the most comfortable one I have laid my head on."

Warrick chuckles, not realizing that I'm not joking.Taking a few steps, I turn to see that Warrick is now kicked back on the couch.

"Oh, you can sleep there if you'd like, but the bed is more comfy," I tease.

He jumps up off that couch as if it was on fire and beats me to the bed.

"Well now, that is my side," I playfully pout.

"I'll move over if you can talk me into it."

My hands gently pull at the straps that hold my gown up, and with a flick, it falls to the floor.

"You've talked me into it," he says as he scoots over, just enough for me to lie beside him.

As I crawl into bed I move closer to his warm body, and he wraps me in his arms and pulls me tight.

"I don't think I'll have to worry about Seph tonight," I whisper in his arms. I snuggle in closer, only to be greeted with his rock hard cock. "Does that mean you're excited to be here?"

He cups one of my breasts and kisses my neck. "You have no idea."

His voice is more of a growl than anything, full attention on my body.

With a snap of my fingers he is naked. He lets out a startled laugh then it turns to a groan as my nails gently scrape over his skin. War is all firm muscles, well honed to perfection.

He wraps his hands around me, turning us so he's pinning me to the bed. Soft kisses trail down my skin, leaving a wake of fire as he descends lower, taking his time and learning every inch of my skin.

Soft cries escape me as he moves from soft kisses to teasing bites, my back arching into each one. Fire blazes in my veins and courses through me. The need throbbing in my pussy so intense it steals my breath.

Finally, War reaches the apex of my thighs. He nips at the delicate flesh there, teasing me and refusing to give me exactly what I want.

"War," I beg, my voice catching as he latches onto my clit, sucking hard.

Holy shit, I can get used to this.

Once he gets the initial reaction, he doesn't hesitate to amp it up several notches, biting and sucking at me until I'm begging nonsensically for him.

"Stop, War, I need you," I plead. With one last swipe of his tongue, he gives in, moving to his knees between my thighs.

He's a sight to behold with his thick cock in his hand, his muscles on display, and lust darkened eyes focused right on me.

"Don't hold back," I demand, putting a challenge in my tone that I know he can't resist.

War roars, slamming into me in one movement and setting a bruising pace. The bed hits the wall with each thrust, but I can barely look away from his powerful form as he fucks me.

If I didn't know they were supernaturals before now, I certainly did now. He was practically radiating power and it was begging my own to come out to play.

He grabbed my hips, lifting me to adjust the angle. Every thrust had me crying out and meeting him with each one, chasing the release I'd denied myself when demanding he fuck me.

War takes pity on me, his fingers sliding between us and swirling lightly around my clit, my body quaking as I'm closer than ever.

With one last tease of his fingers, I'm thrown over the edge, my pussy fluttering around him and my back arching again, chasing the connection and letting it overwhelm me. Pleasure swirls through me as I gasp for breath, nails digging into his flesh.

That bite of pain is enough to send him over with me. He slams into me one last time, holding there as he groans, filling me with his release.

When we lay there, breathless and satiated, I can't help but smile. This entire trip has been a mix of unexpected events, these men the most unexpected of them all.

I drift off, wrapped in his arms, and my mind settled. This was exactly what I needed.

I awaken intertwined with Warrick, my head on his muscular chest. It's a shame that his shirt is hiding so much. So, I decide to explore what lies beneath. Gently, I slip my hand under the hem of his tank, and my fingers skim over a thin line of hair that starts at the top of his boxers. I follow the line up to his belly button where I'm greeted with his hard muscular abs. As I run my hands over each and every one, his stomach muscles tighten and a laugh escapes his lips.

My eyes gaze into his. "Why are you laughing at me?"

With his smile still in its place, he replies, "You would laugh, too, if you were not only ticklish but woken by a beautiful woman running her hand over your body."

"Oh, I'm sure that's happened to you before," I tease.

"True, but it's been many years."

I remove my hand from under his shirt, and his handsome face frowns.

"What did you stop for?"

"My hands," I say, patting his chest over his shirt and smiling up at him, "tend to have a mind of their own and like to wander."

He leans in and gently kisses me. As I return it, there is a knock on the door.

"Don't make a sound," I whisper against his lips. "Maybe they will go away."

There's a pounding on the door. "Hade, I know you're in there. Open up, now!" Zeus's voice booms into my suite.

"Fuck," I mutter.

I scurry into the bathroom, materializing a cute short set. A finger over my lips I peer at Warrick before I close the doors to the bedroom as I rush to greet my brother.

Taking a moment, I calm my nerves and slap a smile on my face as I open it to reveal not only Zeus, but Poseidon and Hermes as well. I pray that War listens and doesn't leave the bedroom.

"Hello, brothers." I nod, with a grimace on my face. Controlling my anger that is starting to boil again I continue. "Hermes, what can I do for you?"

Zeus pushes past me, and the other two follow making a beeline for the couch in the main room.

I add a log to my fireplace and turn to face Zeus, leaning against the wall. "What has happened?"

"It's my idiot son, Ares. He is on the warpath once again. Unhappy that I will not let him rule the earth or the sea, he seeks to dethrone you. To rule the Underworld and make it his own."

These words from my brother cause me to erupt in laughter. "Ares wants to take my place? Fuck, let him. He doesn't realize what all that entails. He is too much of a pussy to last more than a day, and I mean that as his loving aunt. Ruling the Underworld is not as easy as that little twat thinks."

All three of their jaws drop to the floor.

Poseidon is the first to laugh, before he declares, "Leave it to Hades to make light of the situation. I don't think she's wrong, either. Ares believes that ruling is what he is meant for, but it is so much more than it seems."

"All that aside, Ares is here in Vegas. He is gunning for you. How are you going to fight the God of War himself?"

As soon as the words leave Zeus's lips, the door to the bedroom opens. Hair ruffled and in his pajamas, Warrick walks straight to my side. Once again wrapping an arm around me, he answers, "She can fight the God of War with War himself."

I glance up at the smirk on his face, a little confused. "What do you mean?"

"I am War, one of the Four Horsemen."

"Sister, you slept with a horseman and didn't know that's what he was?" Zeus laughs.

"Shut your mouth. Yes, we slept together. Unlike my brothers, I am no slut," I retort. They don't need to know about what I did in private, not yet at least. But am I turning into one of them? First Frank and now War?

This shuts them both up.

"And, for your information, I knew there was something different about him and his brothers. If you guys are so protective of me, go have a chat with Seph. I do not need him popping up in my room naked again. Keep him and his twig away from me, unless he wants it broken."

All four men shudder at my words. Good, my point got across to them.

"As for Ares, I can deal with my nephew."

"Don't say I didn't warn you, Hades," Zeus replies.

"I didn't know you cared, brother. Do you really have a heart?" I joke.

In a puff of smoke, both of my brothers disappear. Hermes has a lost look on his face as he sits awkwardly on the couch.

He stands. "I'll show myself out."

I nod and watch as he does just that.

"So," Warrick says, still standing close to me, "you really are Hades?"

"Would you have believed me if I told you that? Throughout history, they wrote me as a male. Do you know how annoying it is to not be able to fix that one detail? But Zeus denied me that. Asshole."

Warrick smirks but it's gone in an instant, face going serious as he gets down on his knees. "Lady Hades, I, the Horseman of War, pledge to you my loyalty and fealty."

"You shouldn't give that so freely," I warn him, shocked he would bow to me. "I may take you at your word and never release from your oath. Why would you give it to me so easily? We are strangers, after all. What if I am really the devil? You may have just sold me your soul!"

"I don't know what it is about you, but the moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted to be at your side. In all my years on earth, no woman has moved me in that way. Besides, my brothers would agree. You should've seen Drevi after that disastrous date. He was depressed, and we now have a hole in the wall to fix. We all feel a pull to you. You have won us over without even trying."

After his little revelation, I step away to catch my breath. Never has honesty overwhelmed me, my hand resting on my chest as my heart beats wildly.

"Lady Hades, I will leave you to think and gather my brothers. It seems war is coming," he says with a wolfish smile of promise.

I don't respond as he opens the door to exit, I flick my wrist and slam it shut. Part of me doesn't want to be alone, and the other is testing his words.

"I didn't say you could leave," I sass with a smirk. "Text your brothers and have them meet us here."

War returns to my side, he grins back. "I am at your mercy, mistress."