Page 77 of Hell On Earth
Hades wasn’t so easily distractedby the game until he played against Fenris. Loki’s descendant had a quick mind and knew how to cheat without cheating.
“Has Ashlyn told you about lingerie yet?” Fenris asked.
The detailed description of what lingerie was and what it was for had distracted Hades enough to lose the round quickly.
“Have you ever played Twister?”
The explanation of the game hadn’t sidetracked Hades until Fenris told him to imagine playing it naked.
“If Hades doesn’t kill him, I might,” Eliana said under her breath.
“He’s fine,” I said. “I trust Hades to keep his word. He knows how much having friends means to me, even if those friends might cross a few lines.”
Hades lost that round too.
Then Megan got in on it.
“There are all sorts of fun games. Strip poker, for example.”
Hades lost another game and didn’t even mind a little.
He glanced over at me.
“Would you enjoy these games?” he asked.
My face heated.
“You can’t even win at the one you’re playing. Focus.”
“This is one of my questions. Answer me honestly.”
I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. From my peripheral, I caught Fenris’ wide grin at Eliana’s all-black eyes.
“Yes, I would like to play naked games with you. But not in front of company, and not—”
The room bent in on itself, and when it solidified, I was in a bedroom with Hades. He captured my face, and I was leaning in, ready to lose myself in the hunger I saw in his gaze when a shred of reason kicked in.
I managed to get my hand up between us and blocked him.
He groaned behind my palm.
“I want. I need.”
“Me too,” I said. “Ineedyou to stop thinking about sex. I want to live long enough for us to do all the fun things together that you’ve probably been imagining for the last hour.”
He licked my palm and released me.
“You tempt me beyond reason,” he said. “But it will be as you will.”
The room shifted again, and we reappeared in the living room. Oanen and Fenris were at the checkerboard, so Hades led me to the couch. He surprised me by taking the chair beside me.
“It is the only way,” he said before looking at Megan. “How much longer must we wait?”
She checked her phone. “Time’s almost up. Another ten minutes.”
Five minutes later, her phone rang. “It’s Zayn.”
She put it on speaker.
