“Please, Reid,” she begs, tugging on my restraint. I plant soft kisses on her legs, up her inner thighs, ignoring the spot she needs it most. “Reid!” she whimpers as I nip at her flesh, the sensitive skin on her thigh dots with goosebumps.
“Open those pretty legs. Play with your pussy,” I tell her, and she quickly dips her fingers into her pink cunt. The glistening juices coat her digits as she teases her clit. I watch in awe as her back arches beautifully. She’s exquisite in every way.
Soft moans fall from her lips. Her body is tense, waiting for release, needing that final climax, which I’ll gift her.
“Stop.” Her hand falls away. Dark eyes meet mine, her lids hooded with lust and desire. Without warning, I crash my mouth to her core, lapping at her like a hungry wolf. I love devouring my little lamb.
I shove my jeans down, fisting my cock while I eat her sweet hole. I’m steel, ready to drive into her when I finally come up for air. Her juices shimmering on my mouth have her gasping and giggling.
“Laughing?” I question seriously, but she shakes her head. “I think you were. Let’s see how you laugh when I fuck you until you can’t walk.” It’s not a threat. It’s a promise. I settle between her legs and sink into her tight heat inch by torturous inch. I know she hates when I tease her, but I can’t help it. Her heels dig into my ass; her nails claw at my back.
“Please, please, Reid, please,” she pleads, and I pull out, plunging back into her, fully seating myself, causing her to cry out my name over and over again.
A prayer. A chorus. A fucking symphony of pleasure.
“Oh god!”
“That’s my filthy little lamb. Come on my dick so I can fuck that tight ass too.” I groan as pleasure grips me. My balls tighten, and I hold off until she’s pulsing around me. Her body milking mine, and I offer her my seed. “Good girl,” I coo in her ear as she shudders below me.
“I love you, Reid.”
“I love you, Sage.” And I mean it. Every fucking word.
In the Arms of Hades
Chapter 14
Hades
Darkness settles around me—in my sanctuary, where I’ve spent most of my life. I rule the darkness, devour the sins of the evil, and I revel in it. But no matter how much I enjoy the souls of the fallen, I am alone.
Since my brothers and I chose our kingdoms, I’ve become drenched in the immoral, corrupt, and damned. My riches are infinite, and the pleasure I find in those souls sent to me is what satisfies me.
Hades, God of the Underworld.
Stalking through the dark hallways, I glance around, finding the doors where each soul resides locked and guarded. Most people think of a fiery pit when my home is mentioned, but it’s so much more than that. The mansion has endless rooms. Each person sent here has their own private Hell created, and in there, they spend eternity.
I thrive from their pain. I bask in their cries of mercy, of which I have none. Perhaps my soul has turned black since my poor choice of the three worlds to guard. My brothers each got their lot, but after years of living in the darkness, I find my soul no longer yearns to be aboveground. I no longer crave the sunlight, because, in this Hell, I found my solace.
There’ve been times I wondered how I’d ever survived. But with time, my heart has hardened. My mind has become a map of horrors I bestow on the dead. I revel in the pain and suffering I can inflict on those not worthy of Heaven. It’s the only time I find true happiness.
“Master.” One of the demons of Hell strolls up to me. “You mentioned you’d like to go to the surface for a while. We’ve ensured that your passage is open.”
Nodding, I place a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you. I’ll be leaving tonight, perhaps early evening, when the sun is just setting. It’s been years since I’ve seen the beauty that the other world has to offer. Ensure Cerberus is at the door while I’m away. He’s not to leave his post under any circumstances.”
He scurries off, and I’m once again alone. Even after all the years I’ve spent down here, the loneliness still seeps from the walls. It’s held me prisoner for so long, hence my decision to leave. My world will be safe while I wander around on Earth. Perhaps I can visit my brother Zeus to see how he fairs.
As I reach the chambers where the scrolls of the dead are slotted into their respective years, I glance from the window and notice the workers down below. The souls are in agony, and it makes me smile. To watch the destruction that plagues my world has become something of a hobby.
Even down here, they take on their earthly forms. The bodies allow them to experience the physical torment, while their minds allow me to enter and taunt them from within.
It’s not easy. I’ve not always been this dark force, but when you’re only shown darkness, it becomes a part of you. I’ve now drenched myself in the vile ways of the souls who surround me. Everything that lurks below the surface, I dredge up. I've grown to love and revel in the sinful thoughts they all attempt to hide.
The door opens, and I turn to find one of my army standing in the doorway with a limp form of a man. I recognize him. I know them all.
“What is this?” I question, strolling toward the stricken form before me.
“He’s just been sent here, Sire,” I’m told by the solider holding the man whose future is to live through eternity in the fires of Hell.
“Well,” I start, trailing a finger over the man’s chest. He shudders in fear. I smile. It is so beautiful . . . the tremble of a fearful body. “You’re my last one before I leave for a little while. Aren’t you lucky?” I taunt, allowing the long silver blade to appear from the sleeve of my shirt.
“Please, I— I didn’t mean—”
“That’s what they all say.” Pressing the tip of the blade into his chest, I gently push until I feel the skin rip from the sharp metal. His screams echo around the large room. Twisting the knife, I edge it in farther, the blood he no longer needs dripping to the ground.
Red, crimson, metallic.
Like a fine wine.
His screams are music, beautiful, incandescent, and almost ethereal.
“Take him to his room where he’ll face his torment. I will be visiting my brother for a while,” I inform the soldier. Once he’s gone, I lift the blade and place it on my tongue. The thick liquid is harsh but delicious in every way. I can taste his vile sins, his disgusting thoughts. It seeps from the flavor of his lifeforce. Once I’ve had enough, my blade finds its home within the confines of my sleeve, and I make my way out the door.
It’s time to surface. After far too long, I will soon see the sun.
Chapter 15
Persephone
The scent of the pomegranates floats in the air, and I can’t help smiling. The pink blossoms of my mother’s garden are in full bloom, beautiful and ornate, reminding me of the beauty of spring.
Trailing my fingers over the petals, I allow my mind to drift further away. When I’m alone, I dream of the day I find someone to share moments with. Like my mother and father, I watch how they seem to connect in ways that two souls should — halves of a whole. Passion and affection run rife through our home, but I’ve never felt it. Never experienced anything like that.