“You think this a joke?” Merodes growled, handsome face scrunched.
“’Course not!” Gladius hid his delight poorly. They’d done many jobs for the gods together, but this was the first time one of those godly errands had coincided with Merodes’s mating period. “Just let me take care of that big ol’ javelin between your hinder legs, and we could be on our way.”
“It’s embarrassing,” Merodes sighed. “If I could only reach.”
Gladius had been dreaming about this for a while, so that inconvenience was his gain. “Just a hand job, horsey,” he said happily as he moved mouth first...
