Page 33 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Fucking Hell,” he mumbled under his breath before he dragged me up to my feet. He smashed his mouth against mine, his kiss wet and filthy, his tongue delving deep and scraping the roof of mouth. He ripped open the button on my trousers before thrusting his hand into my pants and touching me where I needed it the most. He sank his fingers inside me in one quick thrust.
“Fuck yourself on my fingers. Show Daddy how much you need it. How much of a dirty little whore you are for me.”
My moan was fucking obscene. I rolled my hips against his hand, spreading my legs wider to give him better access. His fingers made a filthy squelching sound as I moved, showing him how much I really liked it.
“That’s it, baby. So wet for Daddy.” His teeth scraped down my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and sending little jolts of ecstasy through me.
I rocked my hips back and forth, angling them until Hades’ fingers brushed that perfect spot deep inside me. I cried out.
“That’s it,” he crooned. “If you want to come, you’ll have to do it yourself. Show me how much you want it.”
“Daddy,” I whined, clutching his shirt. “Feels so good.”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. I want to see you fall apart.”
My orgasm slammed into me, hitting me like a tidal wave. It ripped through me as Hades continued to pump his fingers into me until it was too painful, and I had to push him away. Blackness danced on the edge of my vision and if Hades wasn’t holding me up, I’d have collapsed in a puddle on the floor.
“Wow,” I said.
Hades chuckled. “Wow, indeed.”
He brushed my hair back from my face, his gaze soft and warm. Then he lifted me and carried me around his desk before sitting in his chair and pulling me into his lap.
I sighed, the sound content, and I melted into his embrace.
“Are we going to talk about this?” I asked quietly.
“Not right now, no. I know we need to, but I just want to enjoy this moment with you.” He stroked his hand up the length of my back and I suddenly wanted to purr like a kitten. Who knew Hades liked to snuggle. The thought had me smiling and tucking my head tighter under his chin.
Chapter Thirteen
Hades
Rouxsatcurledina little ball on my lap. A moment of regret flashed in my mind before I immediately vanquished it. I was not going to feel guilty over this. There had always been something simmering between Roux and I and it was only a matter of time before it had erupted. I just hadn’t thought it would take her putting herself in real danger that would push me over the edge.
“Why did you give the Fates so much hold over you?”
She looked up at me, her green eyes wide and vulnerable. “I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to find Thane. Something is wrong, Hades. Olympus was empty and Helios knew something was going on but wouldn’t tell me. I mean, Thane had been shouting like a mad man when he’d last been to Olympus, which is just something I can’t imagine.”
I agreed. Thane was always so put together. The man was more rigid than an army drill sergeant. Everything was in a specific place, everything he owned had a purpose. For him to suddenly be shouting at the gates to Olympus, something must indeed be very wrong.
“What do you know about Erebus and Nyx?” she asked, her fingers playing with the buttons on my shirt.
“The dark lovers?”
“Yes, the Fates said that’s what Thane went to ask them about.”
That was odd. They’d been gone for centuries and had become somewhat of a myth after the passing of all this time.
“Nyx and Erebus were a perfect match, in every way. She was the Goddess of night, he the God of shadows. I don’t know what changed, but they were suddenly going down a darker path, creating dark and deadly creatures that would terrorise our world and the human world. We needed to stop them. The council of the Gods met, and the decision was made to separate them and punish them in different ways.”
“That’s so sad,” Roux said, her words quiet against my chest.
I pulled her up to look at her and I could feel sadness pouring from her. There were tears pooling in her eyes and I brushed away the ones that tried to run down her cheeks. “Why are you so sad, baby?”
“I dunno,” she said, her face leaning into my touch. “I guess I just feel sad for them. That they had this perfect love, and your punishment was to separate them.”
