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Celestial Mates

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 12,680
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One touch from his lover and this marble will come to life.

Kratos, God of power and strength, has been imprisoned in pure white marble for more than two centuries. His lover can break the spell—if only his lover would find him.

Andy Green knows his ancient artifacts. He spends his days restoring works of art. When the sculpture of Kratos enters his studio, he can’t hide his attraction. Will he be able to free the god or will forces beyond his control destroy everything he’s earned?

Be Warned: m/m sex

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“Would I be enough to be boyfriend material for you?” He stopped cleaning the statue and rested his hands on his hips. “I’d love to be yours. I’d kiss you. Touch you. Learn every inch of you. We’d fuck on every available surface of my apartment, then start all over again. We’d run out of condoms before we ran out of steam. We’d fuck until we collapsed.”

Andy tossed the rag into the warm water, then stripped off his gloves. Did the temperature spike? The room was supposed to be zone controlled to keep the heat and humidity level. He scrubbed his hand across his forehead. If he talked to the statue for much longer, he’d be whipping out his junk. Anyone could walk into the restoration room, despite the late hour. Did he care?

A little.

He gazed up at the man who’d factored into his dreams, then shook his head and walked back to his desk. The hours he’d spent cleaning the statue and the fantasies he’d had washed over him. He needed a break. Maybe he’d go to the restroom and rub one off, then finish working for the night. Or he could just head home and masturbate to a dirty movie to get his mind off the hypnotic statue. No, the need to be in the same room with the statue drew him back to the marble. He touched the chilly surface once more.

“I would so allow you to fuck me,” he murmured. “To fill my ass with your cock. You could spank me. Pull my hair.” Andy brushed his fingers down the chiseled torso of the statue. He massaged the bulge in his pants with his free hand. His blood surged through his body. Oh yeah, he’d have to stop in the restroom to whack off. “I want to taste you and please you. Hell, I’d be happy if you were real.”

Andy stepped onto the stool and opened his hand on the statue’s abdominal muscles once more. He pressed a kiss to the statue’s lips. Instead of the chill he expected from the marble, his hand and lips touched warm skin. Andy recoiled, jumping off the stool and stared up at the face of the athlete. “Oh, fuck.”

The man inclined his head. His deep-brown eyes sparkled and his mocha-colored hair slipped over his brow.

“There is no way you are real.” Andy jumped away from the statue. “Can’t be.”

“I am more than you realize.” The man stretched his arms, his muscles rippling with each move. “Thank you. I hated that pose.”

Andy wobbled on his feet and grappled for the nearest chair. He sat down hard on the wooden chair. He’d moved. The statue broke free from the pedestal and stood before him. No freaking way, but the thing had moved and talked. “I’m losing my mind. That’s what it is. Caffeine overdose and too many hours working. It’s a figment of my imagination.”

“I do not know what this caffeine is, but I am quite glad you freed me.” He tugged Andy to his feet and then captured Andy in his arms. “I believe I am in your debt.” The gold and green flecks in his eyes sparkled and the corner of his mouth curved. “This is very exciting.”

“I don’t know how you could possibly be in my debt.” Despite wanting the man to hold him, Andy wriggled free from the man and collapsed on the chair. He continued to stare at the living statue. The more the man moved, the more animated he became. The dark hairs on his chest filled out a bit and the veins in his arms became more prominent. Twin tattoos encircled his biceps. When the man turned around, the sheet draped in front of his cock and balls slipped free. A tattoo of wings spread across the width of his shoulder blades. The man embodied sex on legs—in the flesh.

“I am Kratos, God of power and strength. Your power has freed me from Medusa’s ugly trick. I am indebted to you.” He knelt at Andy’s feet and placed his hands on Andy’s. “Now I am making you my celestial mate.”

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