"You have him twisted around your finger already." Ares could say he was a little impressed, considering the speed she had claimed her new acolyte. There was a lot a woman could do with a fit body and the willingness to use it.
He met Melpomene's eyes, smiling, but watching her closely all the same. He hoped she wasn't going to start picking off his men one by one to be hers. The worship was spread thinly enough on the ground as it was, except for right here, this concentrated melee of it, and he intended to protect it to the last, even if it meant casting this woman out.
He ran his fingers up her thigh, deliberately lifting her skirt higher. "You haven't fucked him yet, have you?" he asked, leaning in to press a slow kiss to her throat. He wanted them all, but especially Tragos, to see that he was the alpha, the first to lay claim to this woman.