Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Hades
Her legs quivered under my hands as I held her in place.
Held her exactly where I fucking wanted her.
She cried out, whimpered, moaned, and screamed as I licked her up and down, fucking her with my tongue.
The taste of her flooded my mouth, sweet and tangy and addictive as fuck.
I couldn’t get enough. Would never get enough.
I slipped two fingers back into her pussy and pumped them in and out as I sucked hard on her clit.
My cock throbbed in my jeans, aching, demanding release, but I ignored it.
This was about her. About making her come so hard she forgot her own goddamn name.
I flicked the sensitive nub with the tip of my tongue while my fingers found that spot inside that made her squeal.
Her walls clamped down on my fingers, her hands tugged on my hair hard enough to hurt, and her flavor flooded my mouth as she came.
The sound she made... fuck. That broken, desperate cry that tore from her throat made my balls tighten.
Made me want to flip her over and fuck her until she made that sound again.
She was so damn sweet—I couldn’t get enough.
Lettie pushed at my head, trying to escape the overwhelming sensations.
Too sensitive. Too much. She sat back on my chest and looked down at me.
I could only imagine what she saw—my face wet with her, my eyes dark with hunger, my jaw clenched with the effort of not throwing her on her back and burying myself inside her.
Whatever it was made her smile.
The euphoric, sated look on her face was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
She scooted back until she was sitting on my abs, and I grabbed her face, hauling her close so she could taste what I had.
So she could taste herself on my tongue.
So she could understand exactly how fucking delicious she was.
She wasn’t shy. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, sweeping over my teeth, battling mine for control.
In one quick move, I flipped us over so she was under me.
Pinned. Trapped. Mine. I kissed down her jaw to her neck, then back up to her lips.
Couldn’t stop kissing her. Couldn’t stop touching her.
My hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve, every soft place, every spot that made her gasp.
“Brock,” she panted.
“What, my queen?” I asked between kisses.
“Fucking fuck me already,” she ground out.
I peered down at her, my lips curling into a smug grin. She was desperate for me. Aching for me. And fuck if that didn’t make me feel like a goddamn king.
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes!” she growled, then smiled as she wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted her ass to rub against my jeans. The friction made me groan. Made my cock pulse. Made me want to tear my jeans off and slam inside her without warning.
“Baby, I don’t even have my dick out yet.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
She dropped her legs and shoved my shoulders until I leaned back. Then she went to work on my belt, opening my jeans and wrapping her slender hand around my cock. The feel of her fingers on me, hot and soft and perfect, nearly made me come right there in her hand like a fucking teenager.
“Can I get undressed?” I asked with a chuckle. Her enthusiasm was a fucking turn-on. Her desperation made me hard as steel.
“No,” she answered as she shoved at my jeans, pushing them down just enough to free my balls. Then she gripped my cock again and lined me up against her cunt. “I don’t need you naked, only accessible.”
Fuck, this woman was everything. I removed my cut and laid it on the bed beside us, then ripped my T-shirt over my head and shoved my jeans down to my knees.
I slid a hand under her ass and lifted her just enough to slam inside her.
She cried out as her legs locked around my waist and her head pressed back into the mattress.
The feel of her—tight, hot, wet, and perfect. Like she was made for me. Like her body was designed to take mine. I didn’t wait, didn’t give her time to adjust to my size. I pulled back and drove forward again. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and the sight nearly pushed me over the edge.
I struggled not to shoot my load before she came again, but the way she squeezed my cock had me straining in a way I hadn’t since I was a teenager. She was destroying me. Unmaking me. Remaking me into something that belonged to her completely.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby. So damn tight it feels like you’re about to rip my dick off. I need you to come, my queen, because you’re fucking killing me and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last.”
The words spewed out uninhibited. I gave no thought to how vulnerable it made me. How much power I was handing this woman. She’d already completely wrecked me for anyone else. Ruined me. Made it so I’d never want another woman as long as I lived.
She fucking owned me.
“Brock, fuck,” she groaned as I fucked her.
I leaned one hand on the mattress by her head. The other held her ass off the bed as I thrust inside her over and over. Hard. Deep. Claiming every inch of her. Making her understand she was mine. Would always be mine.
“Take it, baby. Take that fucking cock and come, Lettie.”
I sped up as she moaned loudly, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks.
Good. I wanted her marks on me. Wanted everyone to see I belonged to someone.
Her legs locked tighter around my waist. She met me stroke for stroke until she screamed out my name, and her pussy clamped down on my cock, dragging my release out of me.
I couldn’t have stopped it if I’d wanted to.
“Thank fucking Christ,” I muttered as I collapsed on top of her.
I rolled to my side and pulled her against my chest as we both panted, trying to catch our breath. Her fingers twirled through the dusting of hair on my chest. My hand rubbed up and down her back, and when I heard her contented sigh, I knew she was sated and hopefully compliant.
“Lettie, we need to talk.”
Her head snapped up and she narrowed her eyes at me. “I swear to Lucifer, Brock, if you just slept with me and are now tossing me aside, I will kill you.”
She was so serious a shiver went down my spine. I almost fucking believed her. Actually, I did believe her. This woman would poison me again without hesitation. Making sure I didn’t survive. And part of me respected the fuck out of that.
“That fierce look on your face tells me you don’t believe that shit you spewed to Echo about me being bored with you after a few weeks.”
Her eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. She sat up and asked quietly, “She told you what I said?”
“No, Isis did.”
“Isis?” she asked, confused.
“Lettie, whores talk. Gaia told Isis what you said when you gave Echo that drink.” I watched her carefully, letting her know I suspected exactly what she’d done. That I knew she’d made Echo sick. That I understood she was territorial enough to eliminate threats.
I expected denial. I expected a bullshit excuse, or maybe her begging for forgiveness with a promise to never do it again. What I didn’t fucking expect was for her to smile, snuggle back into my chest, and crow, “Hopefully she learns faster than you did.”
Fuck. My queen was perfect.
Lettie and I stayed up most of the night.
No matter what I threatened, she wouldn’t promise not to do it again.
Wouldn’t promise to leave the whores alone if they touched me.
Part of me was glad. I wanted her jealous, or rather, territorial.
Fuck knows I was territorial myself. I’d kept my mouth shut when I saw Apollo holding her hand.
What I wanted to do was rip his hand off, but my brother had suffered enough in the last few weeks, so he got a pass.
For now.
Lettie walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, steam billowing around her, and my dick swelled with desire.
Despite being inside her most of the night, I wanted to push her back onto the bed, crawl over her body, and bury myself deep.
Wanted to fuck her until neither of us could walk.
Until she was so full of me, she’d be leaking for days.
But church was a necessity this morning, and I was the one who called for it. It wouldn’t look good as the VP if I skipped church to fuck my woman. Sitting on the edge of the bed watching her cover that perfect body with clothes made me want to weep.
She had a body that deserved to be admired by thousands, and if I wasn’t a selfish motherfucker I’d parade her around the fucking clubhouse. Then laugh at all the jealous cocksuckers who didn’t have the right to touch what was mine.
She walked by me, and I grabbed her hips, pulling her to stand between my knees. My hands covered her ass, and I squeezed. She felt so soft and perfect and mine. Her hands rubbed over my shoulders, and she smiled down at me.
“What are your plans while I’m in church?” I asked, letting my hands drift down over the back of her thighs.
“Well, I was thinking I might take the time to get to know the rest of the club whores.” She gave me a look of pure innocence, but I wasn’t falling for it.
“Do you have any more shit with you?”
“No.”
“Lettie,” I warned.
She threw her head back and laughed. “I promise, I don’t have any left.” She pulled away and moved toward the door. “Not with me, anyway.” She winked and opened it, letting Cerberus into the room. He jumped on the bed and eyed me, a low rumble coming from his chest.
“It’s my fucking bed,” I growled back at him.
Lettie tapped her leg, and Cerberus snorted and jumped to the floor, trailing behind her. I shook my head and did the same. I’d follow this woman straight to hell if that was where she wanted me to go. Would burn the world down if she asked. Would kill anyone who threatened her without hesitation.
I caught up to her and took her hand. Together we walked into the kitchen and sat down with plates of food. “Will you hang around until I’m done?” I asked between bites.
The wheels turned in her head as she considered it. “I will. I need to take Cerberus outside for a walk.”
“A prospect can do it.”
“Not a chance,” she said firmly. “Cerberus would eat them alive.”
She was right—though Pegasus could probably hold his own. Cerberus huffed out a breath as if agreeing with Lettie. Isis entered the kitchen and paused, her eyes locking on Lettie.
“What did you do to Echo?” she accused.
“Isis, watch your fucking tone.”
Her eyes swept over to me. “She poisoned her, Hades. Zeus should ban her from the clubhouse.”
I moved to stand when Lettie caught my arm. She shook her head slightly but stayed quiet.
“Hades!” Isis stomped her foot like a toddler throwing a tantrum.
“Isis, you’re more likely to be banned than Lettie. I already fucking told you last night to watch your mouth.”
“We’ll see what Zeus has to say about this.” She spun around and stormed off. Lettie clicked her tongue at me.
“You’re only making it worse. I can handle her.”
“Yeah, the problem is, your way of handling her has her bent over a toilet.”
“I would think she’d be used to being bent over furniture,” she muttered.
“Meow,” I hissed with a laugh. “Brothers don’t want to fuck a whore over the toilet. Not even the degenerates that live here.”
Lettie snorted just as Zeus stuck his head through the door. He stared at Lettie, who smiled sweetly at him, and I rolled my eyes.
“You ready, brother?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right there.”
He gave Lettie another look, then backed out of the doorway. I knew he was still pissed at me for the words we’d exchanged last night, but he could fuck off. Isis would never be above Lettie in the hierarchy because even if Zeus was stupid enough to bring her to the table, he’d never get my vote.
The bylaws were clear. The brothers had to be unanimous in their verdict.
I kissed Lettie, taking my time. The more I kissed this woman, the harder it became to walk away. Even for church. Her taste. Her softness. The way she melted against me. Fuck. I was completely gone for her.
“We shouldn’t be long.”
“I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.” Her smile pulled an involuntary chuckle from me. “Unless I have to defend myself.”
“Lettie,” I warned.
“You’re going to be late.”
She was right. I had no choice but to trust she wouldn’t lash out first. By now, they’d all heard about Echo and the allegation that Lettie had poisoned her. The club whores deserved what they got if they were stupid enough to challenge her.
I was the last brother to enter church. Zeus hit the gavel once I sat in my chair on his right and gave me the floor. Every brother was here except the prospects. They didn’t get a vote until they earned their patch.
“Brothers, I called you here this morning because I want to call a vote. I want Lettie to be my old lady.”
Murmurs and congratulations went around the table. Zeus stayed quiet. I’d expected that. What I didn’t expect was the hesitant look from Apollo and his father.
“Lo? You got a problem with Lettie being my old lady? You spoke to her last night. Told her about your sister. There a problem I don’t know about?”
Apollo looked to his dad, who nodded. He inhaled deeply and released a sad sigh.
I’d monitored Apollo and Lettie while I talked with Zeus and Isis, but I could have missed something he didn’t.
Apollo didn’t miss shit when it came to threats against the club.
Still, nothing could have prepared me for the words that came next.