32. Benji

N one of us were mad that Pax stole Medusa for some one-on-one time. We were all going to need that. Honestly, I was thrilled for her. I was like Obi Wan Kenobi using the force to drag Smith sex tricks out of Pax. And he was pretty much amazing Kinky McKink Face and tried anything I suggested, even if it was crazy. I asked him to transfigure his index finger into a dick and fuck my butt with it and dude totally did it.

Yeah, we were all blessed Pax was a Smith. Medusa was about to find out just how much.

But we needed a little co-mate bonding and strategy planning. Dionysus and I did a social media post together and went on a rescue road trip together, but I didn't know his deep, dark secrets and he hadn't had time to get to know Cas at all.

"Quick question and this is serious," I said, leaning forward.

"Yes?"

"What products do you use in your hair?"

Because seriously, it was shiny, smelled good, and had that perfect out of bed tousled look that seemed like he didn't do anything to it, but I knew he spent a lot of time on it. I had my mom's hair. It didn't like to curl, but I wanted beach waves.

If Cas or Pax ever mentioned the perm I got in the eighties to anyone, they would face my retribution. I'd tell everyone in the village they pooped in the shower. You couldn't come back from that.

"It's best to keep the Maenads focused so they don't kill and fuck their way through entire countries. Some of them are high up in my companies that make wine, but there's a group of sisters I gave a startup loan to so they could start a company. They used thousands of years of herbal knowledge and modern science to make this amazing beauty line. They do hair and skin care. Maybe you've heard of them? Silver Belladonna?"

"No shit? I always thought the reviews were too good to be true."

"Let's talk Medusa," Cas said. "She's having panic attacks. I'm a licensed social worker and can help around the house, but I'm too close to this. There are people in the village she can talk to. Is she open to that?"

Ooh, yes. That. Because I wasn't at first. Cas and Pax were so patient with me while I came to that decision on my own. It helped so much.

"She definitely is, and she was talking to someone before she was taken. She was talking to a lovely Siren. A lot of it boiled down to why all this shit happened to her and why Athena couldn't leave her alone. I don't know if the Fates doing all this to her to make her a hero is going to make it better or worse."

I shrugged. I felt loads better when I killed the fake priest that had been tormenting me. Should I let her kill Hannibal? I called dibs, but I was a feminist. If she needed to brutally murder the dude, I wasn't going to take that from her.

"You said she didn't like being held down. What else do we need to avoid?"

Because he'd known her the longest and could help us. We all dealt with our trauma differently and no one was judging.

"She likes watching if things get intense and someone needs to use a safe word. She can separate that, but if she's in a situation where it gets intense, she shuts down and can't talk. She can't tell you that she doesn't like it. She loves hair pulling, biting, and scratching. Medusa doesn't mind a little spanky spank, but no choking or pining her down. She doesn't want to be tied up either."

"Benji is a bit of a brat, so things get a little intense sometimes. Is she okay with that?"

Dionysus just grinned.

"I think if Benji is into it, she might be into punishing him a little."

I let out a little whine. That wasn't fair. She was hot as fuck and the idea of her ordering me around and punishing me was hot as fuck. But I wasn't going to barge in during her time with Pax.

"Focus, Benji," Cas growled.

That wasn't fair, either. He was using his ‘growly daddy' voice and I could smell the sex pheromones from down the hall. But yeah, he was probably right. We needed to deal with the Coalition and how to help Medusa.

"Is it a bad thing if she goes full fury on Hannibal?" I asked.

I thought she was upset she fucked up a few people at the bar, but they probably had it coming. There was morally gray and then there was fucked up. I wasn't particularly interested in finding out if a rapist, murderer, and girlfriend abuser had a soft, gooey center…unless it was their actual insides my shadow wolf was ripping out.

"Hannibal, no. For her plan to work, she has to be subtle," Cas said.

"I don't even know how people get like that. His chakras are seriously out of alignment. Someone should realign them with their fists," I sighed.

"Hannibal will get what's coming to him. So will Saul. If she can tweak her fury powers, her plan will work. That'll take care of the government. We just don't know if the angels will respond. The Coalition has been outlawed in several countries and they haven't shown up," Dionysus said.

Yeah, that. Angels were supernatural creatures just like I was. Meaning humans self-actualized them. We still didn't know why they started all this nonsense. We could scream from the rooftops that they were just like us and had lied about everything, but we were fighting against centuries of belief.

We needed the angels to show up so we could prove that.