33. Puck
I’m going to kill Hades.
I watch as Lysandra—who is very clearly high off her ass—is passed from male to male on the dance floor. Larisa promised me she’d keep an eye on her, but she’s no help, dancing in a crowd of her own making.
After several pointed jabs at each other, Devorah and her advisor finally stalk off to get a drink—or fuck out some of the tension between them—leaving me alone with Radley.
“Feel like having some fun?” he asks, nodding to a trio of Fae who have slowly inched toward our booth. I can’t tell who Radley wants, but I think the two males and the female are equally interested in him.
“I should give you some room. Five’s a crowd.”
“You’ve been out of the scene for a while. Five is the new three.”
“And what’s two?”
“A pipe dream.” He finds his joke all too funny. When I don’t laugh, he stops with his mouth poised over the rim of his whiskey. “Have you found someone you want to be a two with?” He follows my gaze to Lysandra, who is flying up to one of the cages. “Might want to tell her that.”
“It’s not—” I growl as she hooks her thigh around the outside bar and does a backbend that almost makes her breasts spill from her dress.
I’m out of the booth, wings unfurled and ready to chase after her, when something cold and sharp jabs into my side. My wings retract and my magic recedes. I turn to find a siren arching her eyebrow at me.
“Hades said no wings,” she says, licking the tip of the barb-pointed nail that took away my magic.
“She has her wings out.” I gesture toward the ceiling, where Lysandra is continuing to wow the crowd with tricks. The intense urge to yank her down is riding me so hard that I have trouble focusing on the siren spouting rules at me.
“How do I get my damn magic back?” I finally demand.
“Hades has the antidote in her office.”
I turn to tell Radley where I’m going, only to find him in the middle of the group he was eye-fucking, all of them pawing at him with intense need.
One of the servers tries to stop me from entering the shadowy hallway Hades disappeared down earlier, but I glare hard enough to have her scurrying out of the way. The corridor is short, and when I turn the corner, I find myself in the hallway that leads to the sex club. Matte black walls and floors swallow the glow from the magical red lights. The thudding of music behind me mixes with other sounds—orgasmic sounds.
A bodyguard, a big beefy male in a tight black t-shirt, pushes past me, dragging two half-naked Fae toward a private room. They drunkenly grope each other and the scent of their lust lingers in the air long after they’re gone.
Is Lysandra next? Will some bodyguard remove her and a random male from the very public club to a private room?
Nope. Not happening.
With renewed purpose, I charge down the hall until I find a large red door decorated with a golden H. I don’t knock, opting for the doorknob and pushing inside when it easily opens.
The office is darker than I thought it would be, the blue magical lights as dim as they can go. I can barely make out Hades’ silhouette behind the desk. I open my mouth to lay into her when a moan cuts me off.
“That’s right,” Hades says, her voice practically a purr. “That’s how you get me off.”
It’s then my eyes adjust enough to see there’s a head between her legs, and Hades’ hands are threaded through the female’s hair, holding her close enough that I can’t see anything other than shadows—thank the goddess.
I cough loudly, and Hades snarls. Her dark eyes have such power and anger behind them that they glow like blue flames. The female pouts as Hades yanks her away and rights her clothing. The lights rise to a normal level.
“Evening, Minthe,” I say. Minthe ignores me, remaining focused on Hades like she wants nothing more than to get back to what she was doing.
“What do you want?” Hades says sharply, a direct contrast to the way she lovingly smooths Minthe’s hair away from her face. She murmurs a few praises, and the female sighs and rests her head on Hades’ now-closed thighs.
“One of your goons took away my magic.”
“What did you do to deserve that?” She continues stroking Minthe’s hair, and Minthe reacts like she’s a well-trained house cat, her eyes drifting closed.
“I was trying to keep Lysandra from making a fool of herself.”
Hades barks a laugh and flicks a light so it illuminates a large mirror behind her desk. “Does it look like she needs to be rescued?” With another flick of her fingers, the mirror swirls and opens up on a live feed of the club. Lysandra is inside the cage with the male who made it rain on her earlier. The two of them are soaking wet again and grinding against each other. A growl bursts from my chest.
“That’s not an answer, Puck,” Hades chides. “Minthe, pet. Does Princess Lysandra look like she needs saving?”
“No, mistress.”
“No, she doesn’t.”
I want to smack the smug look off Hades’ face, and I would if I didn’t think she’d have guards drag me out of here the second I made a move.
“Give me my magic back,” I demand.
“I’ll only give it to you once,” she says, sending a bottle flying out of one of the cupboards and right into my hands. “If you go back in there and act like a jealous boyfriend, my sirens will take your magic away again and I won’t help you.”
“Im not a jealous—”
I’m cut off as the image of Lysandra jumping into the other male’s arms fills the mirror. She tilts her head back in a laugh, which thrusts her breasts into the male’s face.
“Wanna try that again?” Hades asks. I swear my magic would be strangling her if it still wasn’t neutralized. “Time for you to go, Puck. You already ruined one orgasm and I’m not about to let you ruin a second.”
“He can watch,” Minthe says seductively. A rope of shadow swats her ass.
“I’m not in the mood to share.” Hades keeps her tone even, but there’s an edge of a threat I don’t miss. She can mock me all she wants, but she’s as territorial as I am.
I grumble my thanks and leave with a vial of the antidote in hand. Outside the door, I fixate on the clear liquid, opening and closing the stopper with my thumb. I’m not sure I can go back in there and watch Lysandra with another male without destroying the entire club. And as much as Hades is pissing me off, I don’t want to ruin her opening night.
The image from the mirror haunts me as I stand in indecision. I keep replaying Lysandra thrusting those perfect breasts in that douchebag’s face. If this was a few weeks ago, I’d say she was doing this to get a rise out of me. But tonight, when she came into the club, she looked detached. Cold.
Like she’s really done with me.
I foolishly thought our banter the other day meant things could get better. It’s how we communicate—anger and sexual tension. I hoped she was on her way to forgiving me. I didn’t expect her indifference.
It hurts more than I thought it would. I never let myself imagine a future with Lysandra, but whatever we had meant something.
I open and close the vial again. I should take the antidote and go home.
“Puck.”
Everything stops when I hear my name in a breathless plea. Lysandra charges down the hall and collides with me in a fit of giggles. My arms wrap around her, holding her steady until she gets her feet under her. Fuck, she feels so good in my arms.
When she rights herself, she doesn’t go far, keeping her hands on my chest. Her hair is soaked and plastered to her face in a way that would make some females look like a drowned rat, but she looks adorable.
“I was looking for you,” she says. Her voice is a little hoarse from screaming, and her pupils have almost eclipsed her irises.
“You were?” My chest inflates like a balloon.
She takes my hand and starts pulling me down the hallway toward the Cerberus club. “We’re going the wrong way, princess.” She doesn’t respond, just keeps walking.
We round a corner and end up in a hall full of doors, each with its own letter. She doesn’t stop until she reaches one with a P on the door. Then, she digs into her bra and pulls out a skeleton key.
“In here,” she whisper-shouts like she wasn’t just laughing loud enough to alert the entire realm.
She gets the door unlocked and tugs me inside, shutting it behind us and caging me against the wood. I can barely see in the dark, but her scent wraps around me and whispers promises.
“I want a truce,” she says, her breath hot against my open collar. Her hands have returned to my chest and start slowly drifting lower. My cock rises to attention.
“What?” I ask, my mind muddled by the feel of her. She begins to unbutton my shirt, her fingers grazing my bare skin briefly enough to light me on fire.
“I want a truce.” Her mouth finds my neck. I groan, trying to push her back. She’s high, there’s no way she wants this.
I try to call forth a magical light, but I haven’t taken the antidote, and my magic is still suppressed. “Princess, I need a light.”
“I remember you doing quite well in the dark.” Her fingers brush against my stomach and make the muscles jump. My nails dig into my palms as I try to restrain myself from seizing control and bending her to my will.
“Fuck.” I flip the stopper off the vial and swallow the contents as she reaches my pants. She bypasses the belt, skimming lower.
I call forth a bright magical orb that illuminates the room. It’s one of the milder rooms in the sex club: a simple four-poster bed with a large cabinet containing all manner of toys and restraints. There’s also a chest full of blankets and a small stand of snacks.
Lysandra blinks against the light. Her face is flushed and her breath comes in short pants. “We need to talk about this,” I say, taking her shoulders and moving her away from me. “You’re still mad at me.”
“Yes.” She steps out of my grasp. With a sexy smile, she slips the straps of her dress down and tugs it lower so her breasts pop free. They must have been held up by magic because they’re completely bare.
“Princess—” I warn. All I want to do is pull her perfect pink nipples into my mouth. They pebble under my attention, and her skin is the most perfect shade of rose as she blushes from head to toe.
“I’ll be mad at you tomorrow. And the day after. But right now…” She continues shimmying her dress down until she’s wearing only a tiny scrap of fabric I’m not even sure I can call underwear. “Right now, I need you. Please.”
The word hangs between us, making the air heavy. I swallow. “You’re not yourself. You’ve taken Euphie.”
“You said you’d fuck me if I begged. This is me begging.”
“I can’t. It wouldn’t be right.”
She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, then gasps. She hunts around the discarded dress and pulls out a small bag from the folds of the fabric. She extracts an emerald green tablet in the shape of a leaf and holds it out to me. “Join me.”
She prowls closer, a fucking vixen swiveling her hips; she knows exactly what she’s doing. My cock uncomfortably strains against the fabric of my pants, reaching for her.
“I’m not going to do that, princess,” I say, but even I have trouble believing the words. I’ve never been a fan of Euphie, but I know the effect it has on sex. Feeling that with Lysandra, who is already the best I’ve ever had, is entirely too appealing.
“Then I guess I’ll do it all by myself.” She takes the tablet and holds it up to her lips. “Your choice, Puck.”
She places it on the end of her tongue, keeping it out in invitation. She moans as the drug starts to dissolve, and reaches down her body toward her pussy. Her eyes remain locked on me, a silent challenge as much as it’s a question.
I could let her take the drug and stay with her while she rides her high. I could even take care of her without fucking her.
That’s what a good male would do.
I’m not a good male.
I reach out, wrapping my hand around her throat and pulling her to me. Swallowing her gasp, I suck her tongue into my mouth. The drug instantly hits my bloodstream, making my head swim and my skin buzz with electricity.
Lysandra’s hands snake into my hair, pulling me closer as the kiss devours us both. In all this time, I haven’t crossed that barrier with her. I’ve tasted every inch of her except this.
And fuck if it isn’t better than my wildest dreams.
The kiss is a drug of its own. It’s all-consuming, addictive, and I’ll never be the same now that I’ve had her this way. Her lips are soft and pliable, but since she can never let me lead, her tongue battles mine for control. We’re desperate. A clash of teeth and tongues and hands roving over every exposed inch of each other. I can’t get enough.
I’ll never get enough of her.
We both blindly fumble at my clothes, not breaking away from our kiss as we simultaneously take off my pants and shirt. I want nothing between us; I need to feel every inch of her pressed against every inch of me.
“I hate that I want you this much,” she says into my mouth. Her words should bother me, but all I hear is she wants me.
I walk us backward and toss her onto the mattress. She lands with a squeal before I climb on top of her and pull her into another kiss. I want to touch and tease and destroy her until she can’t remember anyone’s name but my own.
I break the kiss and lick a path down her neck to her breasts, pausing briefly to swirl my tongue around her nipple. She arches into me, seeking friction as she tries to control the situation. “Don’t make me restrain you, princess.”
“Then get to it, already,” she challenges but sinks back into the mattress.
I chuckle against her skin and continue my descent. She squeezes her eyes shut and a primal growl rises from my throat. Look at me, I command. She obeys. “Youre going to watch me worship you like the goddess you are. A whimper escapes her lips, but her eyes never leave mine as I kiss and lick and nip every inch of her skin, every stretch mark along her belly, the soft flesh of her thick thighs. It’s all perfect.
She’s perfect.
By the time I get to her sex, she’s trembling in anticipation. My tongue draws a line up her slit and she flops back onto the mattress. “You’re soaked,” I rasp, savoring her taste as it bursts along my tongue. “This better be for me and not for the soon-to-be-dead male you were dancing with.”
“It’s all for you.” I reward her with a finger inside her entrance. “I don’t even know who I was dancing with. Whenever my eyes closed, I was thinking about you. When I—” She breaks off as I curl my finger and hit her G-spot. I haven’t even touched her clit and she’s ready to come for me.
“You were saying?” I smirk, blowing against her clit.
“I didn’t want them. Only you.” She reaches for my hair, tugging sharply and guiding me to her pussy. Only you. She could have had her pick of males on that dance floor, but she wanted me.
I suck her clit into my mouth, and Lysandra cries out. Adding another finger, I pump them in and out, getting her ready. She grinds onto my tongue, her hands locked in my hair as she uses my mouth. I moan, adding vibration to the already intense sensation, and with my free hand, palm my cock. The tip is leaking, and I tap the precum, pulling it out in one long strand. I rise, hovering over her.
“Open,” I demand, lifting the finger to Lysandra’s swollen lips. She opens for me and I slide it into her mouth, deep enough to make her gag. “That’s my good little slut.”
Her glare stutters as I resume fucking her with my fingers, her watering eyes rolling to the back of her head. I trail the finger lubricated with her saliva down her body, over her hip, and toward her ass. “I know you want this,” I say, adding a third finger to her pussy while I dance around the entrance of her other hole. “One day very soon, I’m going to claim your tight little asshole, and you’re going to fucking love it.”
“No,” she taunts, but I see the effect of my words.
I remove my fingers and she whines, scrabbling at my arms and shoulders, digging her nails into me at the loss of contact. “Liars don’t get to come, Lysandra.”
“Fuck you.” She’s back in familiar territory, bratting for me, and it gives me a little thrill.
Two can play that game.
“Who owns this pussy, Lysandra?” I ask, dragging my cock from her entrance to her clitoris, getting myself slick with her arousal. I’m not sure if it’s because of the drugs or how fucking good she feels, but I could come from this alone.
“Me.” She spreads herself open with two fingers. Her pussy glistens, and fuck if it isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Should I let you take care of yourself, then?”
“Fine.”
“So much for begging.” I pull back and stroke my cock. She clenches her jaw to hold in the words but still makes no move to touch herself.
“Damnit,” she swears. “Please, Puck. Please fuck me.”
I slam into her in one long stroke and both of us groan at the sensation. “One more time,” I grunt, holding myself still to feel her pulse around me. It’s torture not moving inside her. The way she writhes beneath me tells me she’s exactly where I want her. “Who does this pussy belong to, Lysandra?”
“You, it’s all fucking yours.
“That’s right, princess. Your pussy was made to take my cock.” I thrust into her and she screams my name. She’s not going to last long, and I fucking love it.
Everything about her feels amazing. Her skin is soft, her breasts full, and her nipples hard against my chest. Her pussy is tight and warm and so fucking wet.
She tries to match my thrusts. “What did I say about topping from the bottom?” I growl. My vines wrap around her wrists.
“No, wait. I’ll be good. I…I need to feel you.”
The sincerity in her tone makes my magic vanish. She sighs in relief and she threads her hands into my hair.
Something between us shifts. A wall I didn’t know existed comes crashing down, and then it’s only us. I can see the hurt in her eyes, the base level of worry that I’ll betray her again. It does things to me, makes me want to change everything about myself to be better for her.
I lean forward and kiss her sweetly. She whimpers into me as I attempt to erase everything that’s ever happened between us and start anew.
“You own me too, princess.”
I start fucking her in long, torturous strokes. Throughout it all, I stay close, kissing her lips or sharing her air. She moves beneath me, meeting me stroke for stroke. Even that’s different than before. She’s not trying to seize control; the two of us are working together to draw out our pleasure.
The effects of the drug coursing through my system heighten every sensation. I relish each swipe of Lysandra’s tongue, each pass of her hands over my shoulders, the bite of her nails into my back.
Our pace increases as we chase our orgasms, our moans mixing into a crescendo. “It’s so good…goddess, I’m close,” she says.
“Me too.” I move faster. “Come for me, princess. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
She howls my name as she tips over the edge. Her walls squeeze around me, and I bite my lip to keep from spiraling into bliss alongside her. I’m not ready for this to end. I want more. I want all of it.
I pull her leg over my shoulder, hitting an even deeper angle. She’s unrestrained this time, shouting as one orgasm fades and the next approaches.
“You are so fucking beautiful when you come.” I kiss the side of her ankle as I start rutting into her. I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer, it’s too good.
“Come with me,” she begs. My fingers dig into her hips as my thrusts become uneven. “Now, please, Puck. Fill me up.”
Every bit of control snaps as I spill into her. I come so hard my vision goes black around the edges and my grip on her turns bruising. Lysandra’s second orgasm arrives with a silent scream. Her legs tremble uncontrollably over my shoulders, and even when I lower them, they keep shaking.
“Look at my perfect little cum slut,” I murmur as my cock slips out of her and some of my release follows. Seeing it inside her does something to me; it awakens this primal part of me and I find myself growing hard again.
Lysandra raises onto her elbows to see us glistening in each other’s cum. “Damn, that’s hot.” She licks her bottom lip like she’s ready to devour me again. But her legs are still trembling, so I wave my hand, clean us both up, and climb onto the bed beside her.
I tip her face up. Her hair is damp, her skin is red and dewy, and her pupils are dilated, but her expression is sleepy and satisfied.
Three words enter my mind.
I promptly ignore them and pull Lysandra into a long, lingering kiss. She melts against me in her post-orgasmic bliss, opening for me and letting me claim her mouth. I’m not sure how long I kiss her, but I never want to stop. I want to do this forever.
“How long is our truce?” I ask. I’m painfully hard again and by the way Lysandra is rubbing against me like a cat in heat, I think she’s ready for another round too.
“It’d be a shame to waste the rest of our high, don’t you think?” she asks.
“Thank the goddess.”
She squeals as I grab her and flip her on top of me.