CHAPTER 4
AURORAOrange sunlight glared through our bedroom window, bouncing off the mirror on the other side of the room, and reflecting right into my eyes. After stretching out in our bed, fit for gods and goddesses, and mumbling that it was too early, I rolled over to wrap my arms around Ares but instead got a face full of pillow.
I curled into the pillow anyway because I loved how Ares’s scent seemed to linger on everything he touched. The unmarked side of my neck burned slightly, forcing me to groan. Goddess, this Luna Ceremony couldn’t come sooner. I had been craving Mars’s bite, his mark, his claim on me for so long now. But my Mars had way more self-control and restraint than the rash god of war Ares.
Mars would try to hold out until the Luna Ceremony. Try.
“Kitten,” Ares said f
