Chapter Seventeen
Raven
How the fuck was it possible that the past four days—on the run, mind you—had been the best four days of my life?
It rained nonstop since we got up here, which meant we were stuck inside in the smallest house imaginable with nothing to do.
Well, nothing except cook and talk, make love, and talk.
And a few times, we fucked. Really good and hard.
I hate to be the type of girl to think this shit, but it was magical.
It was like those cheesy romance movie montages of a couple smiling, eating dinner together, walking around some nondescript city, kissing, and having dinner with friends.
And of course, falling in love. It was just like that, except for the part where we were falling in love.
That wasn’t happening.
At least I didn’t think it was.
“You can’t make grilled cheese with that bread,” Hades insisted. “You need sandwich bread, maybe brioche in a pinch.”
I laughed, turning to face him and finding him so close I saw the threads of gold woven in his gray eyes. “When did you become the master grilled cheese maker?”
His brows dipped in a serious expression. “Twenty-twelve.”
“Funny,” I snorted, rolling my eyes and shoving him away with my hip. “I can and I will make it with this bread right here.” It took a few tries, but I made a loaf of bread, sliced it and slathered it in butter. Ready for the skillet.
“I guess we’ll find out.” He stayed close, really fucking close, and watched me carefully. His hard, bare chest pressed against my back, so warm and dizzying but also comforting.
I loved having him this close, hovering protectively and curiously.
It was nice, but I reminded myself not to get used to it every time I found myself thinking about being with him beyond this mess with Viktor.
Tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed and I had no idea what Hades was feeling about me or our situation, and if I thought about it too hard my chest ached.
“Hey, where did you go?” Hades put two fingers to my chin and turned me to face him.
I shook off those sad fucking thoughts and tried for a smile. “Nowhere.”
He crowded me after that, bracketing me between his arms. “Don’t lie to me, Raven.” His jaw clenched like he was angry.
“I’m not,” I insisted.
He hit me with those arched brows and those eyes that held the barest hint of a smile. “Raven.”
I let out a heavy sigh and rolled my eyes.
Again. “Fine, I maybe was getting carried away in my mind and in my feelings about us.” I held up a hand to stop his attempts at reassurance.
“It’s the sex,” I tried for a laugh. “It’s too good and it’s getting to me, but don’t worry. It’s my problem, not yours.”
Hades wore a dark expression as a low growl tore through him before he reached behind me and turned off the stove.
“Hey, I wasn’t done with that!”
“Yeah,” he growled. “You were.” He pulled me against his chest, so close I felt his racing heart under my hand. “You think this doesn’t mean anything to me?” His expression was fierce.
I took a step back, suddenly nervous. “No,” I shook my head. “That’s not what I meant, just that I know it doesn’t mean that much.” My head shook and my body flushed with heat. “Like I said, this is my problem and I’m dealing with it. Or I will.”
The intensity in his gaze faded into something else, something softer and maybe even affectionate.
Hades’ lips tugged into a grin as he ran his fingertips from my lips and down my chin and throat.
“You don’t know what you mean because you’re too chickenshit to ask.
” His voice was low and rough, and that shit was really sexy.
I notched my chin up defiantly and folded my arms, putting some distance between us. “Then consider this as me asking.”
He shook his head, sliding his palm up my throat and to the side of my face. He smiled when I leaned into his touch. “That’s not asking,” he teased. “Woman the fuck up and just ask me. Ask.”
It was a dare, damn him. The man knew I couldn’t resist a challenge. I glared at him, but it had no heat and he wasn’t affected at all. He just smiled. “Fine, tell me what does it mean?”
“It means everything,” he growled and pressed against me. “Every. Fucking. Thing.” And then his lips were on mine, hot and fierce. His tongue met mine, teasing me as he thrust in and out until my fingernails dug into his biceps and I leaned into him, hungry for more.
Hades kissed me like we were the last two people on the whole fucking planet, and I was his favorite flavor of anything.
Ever. He growled and gripped my hips, pulling me against his chest. It was so deliciously possessive I had no choice but to submit to the onslaught of pleasure.
A low moan escaped and before I knew it, my legs wrapped around his waist and brought him closer to where I needed him. Badly.
He pulled back way before I was ready to end the kiss and stared at me as if my eyes held the secrets of the world.
He studied me, looking into my fucking soul until he was satisfied he owned every inch of me.
“Fuck, Raven. I want you. I always fuckin’ want you.
” With every word he spoke, he peeled me out of my clothes right there in the kitchen until I was naked and more turned on than I’d ever been in my whole life. “Gorgeous.”
“Hades.” His name fell from my lips on a moan I felt down to my bones.
He flashed a devilish grin before he took my lips again. “That’s my name. Next time you say it, scream it.”
I didn’t want to, but I shivered at that sexy as fuck command. “That part is up to you.”
Fire sparked in his eyes at that command. “It really fucking is, ain’t it?” He didn’t wait for a response because it wasn’t necessary, not when we were both so keyed up and ready to explode. His lips were on my overheated skin, dragging kisses down my throat and across my collarbone.
“Fuck, that feels good.” He moved slowly until I trembled beneath his touch. The way he kissed me made me feel cherished, like I mattered on my own, not because I was Falcon’s sister and not because I needed help. But just because I was me.
His lips smacked against one hipbone and then the other before he dropped his forehead on my stomach. “Raven,” he groaned.
“I need more. Please.”
“More…” he whispered. “More of this?” he asked, sliding his fingers down my belly until he found my core, hot and wet.
I couldn’t help but watch as his fingers played with my pussy, sliding up and down my slit with a smile on his face.
A fucking smile as if getting me off was his favorite thing in the world.
“Oh, fuck!” He teased my opening in slow circles that never went anywhere, just riled me up until I thought I might snap.
“So wet for me,” he whispered. “Look at that honey dripping down your thighs.” He swiped his fingers through my honey and pushed them past his lips with a moan. “Goddamn you taste good.”
I trembled under his touch. “Yes, just like that.”
He let out a low chuckle, flicking his tongue over my clit a few quick times before kissing his way back up my body. “Later, I’m going to feast on that sweet cunt, but right now I need to be inside you.”
“Fuck, yes. Right now. Please.”
He grinned like those were the exact right words to say. “Pull my cock out,” he commanded.
I did, but not before removing his shirt because his upper body was a thing of beauty.
Filled with sculpted muscles, tattoos and a few scars hidden beneath the ink, I needed to see him first. “So ripped,” I moaned, tugging on his belt.
His button. His zipper. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked slowly.
“Fuck, babe. Put me inside you,” he growled the command before gripping my waist and spreading me out on the kitchen table.
God that was so fucking hot I couldn’t even stand it. My hands shook as I reached between us and pulled him towards me. The blunt tip of his cock was already slick, and I rubbed that bead of arousal with my thumb.
“Don’t tease me.”
I smiled, feeling powerful as I dug my heels into his hard ass cheeks and pushed him forward until his cock sank deep into me. “Yes!”
“So, so good. Raven,” he growled and pushed balls deep. He froze and then shivered as his fingertips dug into my thighs.
“Move,” I urged. “Please.”
He pulled out almost all the way and thrust deep until I cried out. And then he did it again and again, until my skin was covered in goosebumps and I couldn’t catch my breath. “Damn, babe.”
Every thrust sent me higher and higher, like I was flying high above the trees outside the house. It was amazing. It was incredible. And with every thrust, every touch and every kiss, I knew I was falling in love with Hades. My protector. My brother’s best friend.
Falling in love. Me. It wasn’t something I ever thought I’d feel again and here I was falling for the one man I shouldn’t.
That thought or maybe it was just the word itself—love—pushed me right over the fucking edge into oblivion. “Hades,” I shouted the warning but seconds later I exploded around him, pulsing and shaking violently. “Oh, fuck! Yes!”
“That’s my girl,” he grunted, pounding harder and deeper into me, chasing his orgasm with the urgency of a man possessed. “So fucking good,” he growled, jaw clenched tight, his eyes focused on my face. He watched my reaction to every stroke and only when he triggered another orgasm did he let go.
And it was beautiful. He was so damn masculine when he came, a grunted roar shot out of his throat.
“Raven!” He shook until he was empty and damn near collapsed on top of me, but at the last minute he picked me up and carried us both up the ladder and to the bed.
He kissed me deeply before pulling back with a satisfied smile.
“If you have any other questions, I’m happy to answer them for you. ”
Do you love me? It was a question I would never ask, not in a million years. But I desperately wanted to know the answer.