Goddess in Training (5 page)

Artemis laughed.
“
She loves you
,
Asarian. Take her to your temple before I get weary of this and
have to search out Orion.”

“
Because you love him,”
Asarian said to Artemis, then faced Lisandra. “Zeus did not win the
bet, if you love me, Lisandra.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. He pulled
her close and kissed her cheeks. “I love you, too, you bewitching
vixen, so Hera won the bet.”

“
You’re not saying this
because I’m having your baby?”

Asarian chuckled
devilishly. “Ask Artemis or any of the
gods and goddesses
of Mount Olympus.
I’ve been intolerable to live with since I met and lost you. Now, I
will show you my…our home and how much I truly love you.” He lifted
her chin. “You do love me, don’t you?”

Her lips curved up in the most
deliciously wicked smile he’d ever seen. Aye, Aphrodite could learn
a thing or two from the minx, or was it just he, god of desire, who
could be so won over by the lady?

No matter, he would not give her up
for all eternity.

She kissed him back. “So if Hera wins
the bet, I will not be the goddess of fertility?”

“
Nay.”

“
But,” she said rubbing
her belly, “I like the idea of being a goddess. That way you can’t
boss me around.”

He laughed, but before he could
transport her to his chambers, Hera and Zeus appeared in the
grove.

“
News travels fast,”
Asarian said, bowing.

“
Aye, so the lady wishes
to be a goddess, though Hera has won the bet, and the two of you
are free to do as you please,” Zeus said, stroking his
beard

“’
Tis acceptable to me, my
husband,” Hera said, “just knowing I won the bet.”

Lisandra smiled. “And Asarian said I
could read from the library anytime I wanted.”

“
You can manage it, my
dear,” Hera said. “Zeus?”

“’
Tis all acceptable to
me.”

When they vanished, Asarian and
Lisandra said their goodbyes to Artemis, and Asarian transported
Lisandra to his chambers. “What gave Mr. Candy away that he was not
who he said he was?” he asked, pulling the silky toga down
Lisandra’s shoulder.

She reached down and touched his cock
already rock hard and ready. “He wasn’t the marrying kind, yet he
owned a wedding brokerage?”

“
Seems he’s the marrying
kind after all.”

Their tongues tangled as their fingers
tore off the rest of their clothes. “Yeah, and he found us the most
extraordinarily extravagant place for us to get married in the
whole world. I’d say he was pretty damned good at his
job.”

“
I’d say.” Asarian suckled
her breast. “Tell me how you want me to pleasure you this time,
love.”

“
Hmm.” She tongued his
nipple. “Let me show you the ways, my god of desire.”

***

Hera pulled her hair loose in a
cascade of blond curls as Zeus eyed her with interest in her
chamber. “I like the girl and knew she was the one to win Asarian’s
heart.”

“
Never would have guessed
it,” Zeus said, pouring fresh goblets of wine. “She’ll make the
perfect demi-goddess of fertility, don’t you think?”

“
She’s got a good start on
it,” Hera said, smiling. She sipped from her goblet, then licked
Zeus’s lips. “But I wonder…”

“
Aye, what now, my
love?”

She peered into her Pool of Visions.
“Nestor, demi-god of wisdom needs a match.”

“
Playing Cupid again,
love? He will be miffed.” Zeus ran his hands down her silky arms.
“What will the bet entail this time?”

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