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sex schedule for the next six months.”
Six months? “No. That’s fine,” Brutus interjected. “She’s free to kill me. I’ve lived long enough.”
Both women looked at him. Fina growled. Helga smiled with sadistic delight.
No, he didn’t truly have a death wish, but Brutus had been growing tired of his role, heading off one apocalypse after another—the invasion of evil Mayan priests, the invasion of evil vampires, the invasion of evil vampire Mayan priests. And now? The immortal plague. It was all so repetitive, and, frankly, it took the joy out of winning. Disaster. Triumph. Disaster. Triumph.
Of course, the winning streak only applied to his career. The relationship front was a whole other story: Disaster. Bigger disaster. For example, he had never wanted a mate. He’d never asked for one. Yet the Universe, in her infinite sadistic wisdom, had insisted on mating him to a goddess named Colel. Most called her “Bees” on account of her being the Mistress of Bees, who wore an enormous immortal beehive on her head—very sexy. He liked a woman who cared for the tinier creatures of the world. However, Colel had been given two mates. Two! Practically unheard of. Needless to say, the other male won. Some demigod-slash-vampire florist asshole, named after an orchid, who couldn’t save the world if he tried.
Unlike me. Brutus had rescued the world hundreds of times.
Now that things were over with the goddess, he’d lost all taste for women. No, no. He wasn’t into men either. Unicorns were a hard no, too. Sex fairies were okay on special occasions, like when Cimil, the Goddess of the Underworld, threw one of her famous barbecues or naked knitting parties—he loved to knit. For animals. Particularly his elderly cocker spaniel, Niccolo. The point was, after having his heart broken, the Universe thought it would be hysterical to set him on a course that had led him here. To this jungle. During a time in his life when he wanted nothing to do with women.
And there are so many of them. Eesh…
“Listen, ladies.” He cleared his throat and puffed out his large chest, determined to finally be heard. “I have been a good sport and sat here patiently for over a week, being ridden like a merry-go-round pony, but now it is time for you to allow me to complete my mission. Because, frankly, we’re out of time, and this cow,” he glanced at his cock, “has no more milk.”
“Cow?” Fina chuckled. “That’s a funny thing to call your manhood.”
Helga started laughing, too. “He compared himself to a cow. He thinks he’s valuable.”
The two women doubled over, cracking up.
Brutus growled. They really were man-haters. “Are you going to let me talk to your leader or not?” he asked Fina. Several times she’d referred to her mother, who he assumed was their leader.
Fina looked down at him, her dark eyes shimmering as speckles of sunlight filtered through the tree canopy and danced across her face. Like the other women, she had dark skin, high cheekbones, and full juicy lips, but something about her felt different. Perhaps it was the defiant gleam in her eye. He wasn’t sure. He simply knew she was the only woman he hadn’t had sex with. Well, her and her mother—the leader whom he’d yet to meet.
“You owe me,” he added, hoping to persuade her. “I demand an audience with your leader.”
“How do I owe you? You are our prisoner.” Fina laughed again, and this time, it got under his skin.
“I saved your cat.” He’d come across the tiny kitten stuck in a tree while hiking through the jungle in search of these women. That was how Fina had managed to sneak up on him.
“I was teaching Zeus to hunt, as any good cat should know how to do. You interrupted us.”
“Hunt? In the jungle? It’s a house cat.” And where Fina had gotten a hold of one this far into the Amazon rainforest was anyone’s guess.
“It’s a warrior. Like me.” Her pink little lips made an angry pucker.
He chuckled, pleased to finally get a reaction from her that wasn’t laughter. “Love, you are no warrior. And trust me, I know—”
Before he could complete his sentence, Fina spit in her hand, crouched, and took his manhood in her palm. He felt his entire body recoil with fear and then…
Brutus groaned, falling into a state of quivers and ecstasy radiating from the tip of his cock, down the shaft, and out through his torso and limbs. Oh gods. Oh gods. What is she