Capítulo 77: DA : Chapter 77: Making Choices IV
( Jason POV )
The music was blaring into his ears as the strobe lights flashed across his face, his sky blue eyes reflecting the glow ominously from time to time. He watched as club goers moved back and forth, bodies rolling and grinding to the music.
The smell of perfume and alcohol tinged with sweat filling the atmosphere. For his part Jason remained near the borders of the dance floor, a mortal tequila in hand as he rested coolly against a rail leading down the few steps into the dance floor proper.
His lips in a flat line as he took a sip, ignoring the obvious batted eyelashes and coy invitations for him to join into the dancing.
Beauties of all sorts, from natural blondes and brunettes to exotic dyes of pink and neon blue, from the palest creamy skins down to the richest pigments of cocoa, he caught the gaze of all whether coming here alone or with a significant other.
He scoffed at those though, having no personal interest in those spoken for even if the hypocrisy was not lost on him in his current pursuit.
'Why was it that I volunteered for this again?' he wondered to himself as he looked to the dj booth, watching the skinny man as he bounced to the music, his hands in the air. 'Oh yeah, because it wouldn't work with anyone else,' he answered himself with a bitter chuckle.
Of the council members that were single, he was the only male and his target was confirmed to strictly be into the male form. That and his face wasn't personally known to the goddess making things easier.
He sighed again as he returned to his drink when he felt a pair of slender arms slowly wrap around his waist along with the scent of morning dew near the beach soothing him. He might not have liked his mission but he still couldn't keep the faint smile of his face as he partially turned to look down at her smiling face.
The mortals around them saw her as a beauty befitting of a sailor's dreams. Heart shaped face, small nose, bright sea-green eyes, and plump lips all on a creamy skin and framed by waves of luscious dark hair reaching her back.
He could see past it all though, the Mist being little more than a thin veil he could dispel with a thought to see her exotic beauty for what it was. Her creamy skin gaining a slightly green hue, her chin and cheeks sharpening as teeth coming to fine points peaked out through her soft smile.
Her hair darkening and carrying occasional streaks of dark blue. With her short blue dress generously hugging her every curve and displaying long and toned legs, he wasn't sure how the sea god could keep his hands off her.
Much to his amusement she'd named herself Amphora on his introduction. He knew she could tell he was far from a regular mortal but hadn't commented on it, possibly turning a blind eye to it in favor of trying to enjoy the night. She'd only asked for his name and to play her game, he'd gone with James, only a few letters away from his real name.
"Did you wait long?" she asked in a silky voice as she glanced at his drink.
"Not at all," he replied easily as he turned in her arms and used his free one to wrap around her.
She glanced down at his arm, the briefest moment on uncertainty flashing in her eyes before she hid it and smiled up at him coyly.
"Are you thinking of heading back to the dance floor?" she asked as she pressed herself a little closer, ignoring every jealous look directed at her much like how he ignored the male population of the club.
"Hmm, I was thinking about it," he lied as he set down his finished drink on a nearby table before using his freed hand to cup her chin while his arm tightened until she was pulled flush against him, even going as far giving a slight gasp at his boldness. "But I think I had my fill of just dancing."
There was a challenge in his eyes, a daring sort of danger that was enforced with a slight raising of his innate aura. It carried a near imperceptible wave of power and dominance that most mortals wouldn't notice but judging by how she shivered in his arms, she was very much aware of it. And going by how she bit her lower lip as she gazed up at him, she liked it.
He knew he had her at his whim in that moment, that she'd be vulnerable at this time and how his actions more than anything could draw her in until she gave in. It sickened him.
For a moment he felt like those very Olympians he detested, knowing that many of them used their awareness and subtle ability to read mortal minds to have an unfair advantage in their conquests. But he bit it down with ruthless self-control. He'd made this bed and now he had to lay in it.
"Let's go somewhere … quieter," he whispered as he drew his face closer to hers.
She was almost quivering in his arms but she nodded nonetheless. He gave a soft grin at that and with his arm still around her waist, led her out of the club. A few hallways and flights of stairs later, they were in a reception hall.
How convenient that the club was attached to a hotel with prime view of the Florida beaches. It took him a few minutes to guide her to his rented out suite, under the cover that he'd been in the state for a work trip.
The trip was mostly silent with both shooting quick glances at each other, neither sure how to go about this part … or if they really even wanted to.
He was doing this for a mission, an ulterior motive, and though he tried to lie to himself about it, a way to get passed that damn hurtle that has been blocking him for years even before he dated Aphrodite's spawn.
She was similar, wife cheated on and heartbroken for millennia, in a marriage that was not her own choice, left in a castle under the sea all but forgotten while her husband not only slept with others but sired child after child in his wake.
One forgoing his thoughts of love and true union, giving up on his 'old-fashioned' desire for courting before intimacy, the other resigned to her fate in a cruel world and desperately lying to herself in the need to stay faithful even as she teetered on the fine edge of finally rebelling against it all. Both hurting and broken, both using the other for a reason they couldn't admit to themselves.
Soon they arrived at his suite and opened up for her, letting his eyes trail her figure as she observed the pent house. It was rather simple yet stylish with ceramic tile covering the expanse and navy blue painted walls. A granite topped kitchen to the side, large living room with couch, loveseat, and large flat-screen TV.
Close to the living room and divided by a waist high wall was a small dining room, further on being the doors leading to a balcony overlooking the marina. But it was to the door on his right that she moved, leading to the master bedroom.
He closed the door softly behind him, taking a moment to motivate himself to continue. It took him over a minute but he finally got himself to move, his steps feeling heavy and clunky with the clack of his leather boots. He went to his room, wondering what he'd gotten himself into but then his train of thought stopped once he looked in his room.
There she stood against the partially open glass door leading to his balcony just like the doors near the dining room.
Her heels were kicked off and her gaze was locked firmly on the surf beneath, a gentle breeze caressing her raven locks. Even though he could only see the side of her face, from what he could tell, she seemed so care free at the moment.
Without all her guilt and fears weighing on her slender shoulders, her sea-green eyes reflecting the beauty of the very seas that birthed her. If she was beautiful now he knew that within the seas she would be even more so, with the mere glamour removed and her legs turned into her natural mermaid tail.
He must have been staring for too long because Amphora turned to look at him, giggling softly before speaking in a teasing tone, "See something you like?"
'Yes,' he thought but he only answered with a grin as he kicked off his boots and slowly made his way towards her. She looked at him with mixes of anticipation and slight fear, suddenly seeming so small and vulnerable to him. He couldn't explain it but he both hated and loved the sight.
He wanted to see her strong and proud like the sea goddess he knew she could be but at the same time, it filled him with a primal sense of pride knowing that he could enact such a reaction from her.
With that in mind he carefully wrapped his arms around her. He gazed down into her eyes for a time before he slowly lowered his face to hers and claimed her lips. They were soft and supple, the taste sweet yet with a subtle tinge of salt.
The kiss was soft and tender as he felt her gently wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he tightened his arms around her. Soon the kiss started to become hungry, needy. His hands lowered until they cupped her soft rear, kneading the tender flesh eliciting a small moan from her.
That simple sound ignited a fire in his chest as he grabbed more of her flesh before hoisting her up, making her squeal as her legs wrapped around his waist and he took them to the bed. They didn't separate as he lowered her onto the bed, now their tongues dueling as her arms and legs kept him close.
He could feel her own heart hammering away through their touching chests, the heat that was building between her legs and right over his crotch. He couldn't help but groan as he rubbed forward only to get a returning moan from her as her hands trailed through his hair.
He let his body move of its own accord, leaving his thoughts and doubts behind as he lost himself in the moment.
Somehow along the way his shirt was tossed aside and his pants were open though still at his waist while her dress had been hiked up enough for her lacy panties to be in full view along with the top of her dress being pulled down enough for her breasts to mash against his naked chest.
The warmth of her body, the silkiness of her skin, and her sweet taste was drowning his senses. So much so that he momentarily lost himself to his desire and in that moment moaned her name … her real name.
"Amphitrite."
It was soft, a candid whisper at most but it was enough for her to hear.
"So you know who I really am …" she whispered in a quivering voice as he broke their heated embrace enough to really look at her and find himself frozen.
Her cheeks were flushed golden, her glamour having fallen to reveal her tinged skin and heaving breasts, her hair like a dark halo around her head. However none of that truly caught his attention like what her eyes did.
They were teary and quivering, showing her every uncertainty and fear. Of what she was doing, why, and what possible consequences would there be to this night.
There was also the pain that she had kept so close to her chest for millennia bubbling out, desperately trying to break free in rebellion after so much heartbreak and empty promises. It was all there as clear as the brightest day he could bring and in that moment he knew one thing.
He couldn't bring himself to go farther.
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