Randian

“Hecate, on the other hand, hated Poseidon merely for being arrogant. As soon as the god spoke, Hecate’s eyes narrowed, and the leg of his trousers caught fire. “Motherfucker!” he roared as he hopped about, trying to put out Hecate’s mystic fire.”
― Scarlett St. Clair, A Game of Fate

“Hermes!” He summoned the god with a single command, and he appeared, wearing a mesh crop top and tiny leather shorts. What the fuck had he interrupted? “Yes, King of Death and Dark…” Hermes’ voice faded away as his eyes swept the room. When he met Hades’ gaze again, he seemed dazed. “Am I dreaming?” “I need your…help,” Hades said. “I am dreaming.” Hermes slapped his face. “Hermes,” Hades gritted out. “No, no,” he said, putting up his hands as if to silence him. He took a breath. “Don’t ruin this for me. I might be dreaming, but I’m about to live out one of my top five fantasies—” Hades slapped the god, who looked shocked. “This isn’t a dream, Hermes.” They stared at one another, and in the silence, Hades raised a brow. “Top five, huh?”
― Scarlett St. Clair, A Game of Fate

“We are immortal, Hecate. What if she tires of me?” “I tire of you,” she said. “I’m still here.”
― Scarlett St. Clair, A Game of Fate

“I want you inside me,” she said. “Fuck me, say my name as you come. Dream of me, and only me, for the rest of eternity.”
― Scarlett St. Clair, A Game of Fate