Chapter 16
WOLFE
I had defended Hades of my volition. Now, my world was crumbling around me, leaving me open and vulnerable.
When she had offered to reward me last night, I had folded like a deck of cards. I wanted to blame that primal urge for my jumping to her rescue, but deep in my bones I knew it was a fucking lie.
Panic had seeped through my senses the moment Zeus stepped toward Hades, and I had reacted on that instinct alone.
It was not an emotion I let cloud my judgement, and yet I hadn't cared that Zeus should have been able to fry me.
I hadn't cared that I was throwing the shredded remnants of my soul away for the safety of a woman I should've hated.
What the fuck was happening to me?
Perhaps I could blame it on the bond between her and my undead soul, or the contract I had signed. Yet as we stepped into the elevator and those heated green eyes found mine, I knew that wasn't it either.
The door clicked shut, and Hades prowled toward me, a panther primed on her prey. Her emerald eyes darkened, and a smile crept across her pouty lips. "You were a very good boy today, weren't you, Wolfe?"
Holy fuck, that was hot. Hotter than I wanted to admit, though my cock didn't care about my feelings and sprang to attention.
My eyes widened, and I stepped backward until my waist hit the golden handrail behind me.
Hades pounced, bracing one arm on the wall next to me and burying her other hand in my hair to yank my face to hers.
Our mouths crashed together in a violent tango, and a slew of emotions exploded from me.
First came the innate wrongness of my master's tongue tangling with mine as she claimed me, but maybe that wrongness is what made it feel so right.
A soft moan escaped me, and that was all Hades needed to plow onward.
She braced her knee against the handrail, pinning my hips between her sinful, tattooed thighs.
Taloned fingernails dug into my skull in an exquisite pain that had my mouth watering and my mind losing all sense of reason.
She was my enemy, the woman who had taken my life and tormented me for a century.
On the other hand, she embraced each inner desire and pushed every one of my buttons.
Her luscious ginger waves, the curve of her ass, the way she controlled me with that serpent's tongue…
it was like the depths of Tartarus had crafted a siren just for me.
Just when I grabbed those curves to take what I wanted, a bright ding echoed through the elevator and the doors slithered open.
I let her pull me along through the entryway with our clothes still disheveled, though I tugged her close one last time until her back pressed to my chest. "I intend to claim my reward, Your Majesty. "
"Patience is a virtue, handsome," she purred in response.
We left the building, hit with the blinding midday light gleaming off every glimmering surface. I squinted to see our limousine ready and waiting in the porte cochère. Hades sped up and waved to her driver. "We're going to be followed home!" she called.
"What the hell happened?" The driver asked in response, alarm marring her features.
Hades waved a dismissive hand in her direction. "Not important. Don't disturb us, alright?"
She grabbed me by my tie and shoved me into the car. I hit the padded seats with a harsh thud. The door slammed shut, then Hades was on me.
I thought I had been ready for the goddess, but now I wasn't so sure.
I was an asshat caught up in a tropical storm, getting thrashed, hot, and wet.
Thighs made for sin straddled my hips and bucked against my cock in a way that tore a moan from my throat.
I reached up to grab her hips and take back some semblance of control in this situation like I always had in life, but her hands caught mine and pinned them above my head.
"No touching, handsome," she growled.
Fuck I wanted to. I hadn't felt the touch of a woman in over a century, and the temptation writhed under my flesh and begged for release. It didn’t matter, because the second she uttered the command, there may as well have been shackles thrown around my arms. I whined in desperation but complied by gripping the windowsill instead.
Satisfied, she settled her weight directly on my cock.
I didn't care that she felt my desire pressed against her.
Any shred of pride had abandoned me the moment she called me a good boy.
One of her talons tore through the seam of my button-up in a clatter of silver buttons that left me exposed to her.
Then her tongue was roaming over me and leaving a trail of shudders and goosebumps in her wake.
Every movement was just as she was: brutal, violent, and commanding.
The car jerked into motion, but I hardly noticed the tug of acceleration.
"Please, Master," I begged through gritted teeth. I loved the torment, but her teasing was bordering on excruciating. I needed release before I fucking exploded.
She sat up, wide green eyes on me. A lecherous smile spread across her face, and her eyes lowered. "Such a good boy."
Fingers trailed down my chest and to my waistband. She didn't hurry, despite my taut muscles and the shudder of my quickly failing restraint. She found my happy trail, then paused. "This is going to change things.”
A final opportunity to cower away from whatever was happening between us before we toppled into the darkness together. But I wasn't one to cower. "We both knew there was never another option."
She nodded, her eyelids lowering. "Indeed."
With that, her hand dove into my trousers. I jerked as she fisted my poor, neglected cock. She stroked me, her grip firm but her pace slow and steady. As though she were bringing me to attention, though there was no need.
"Fuck, yes. Yes, please. Fucking hell." A pathetic stream of incoherent cursing and pleading erupted from my lips.
My eyes rolled, and my body shuddered at the pleasure lancing through me like bolts of lightning.
"I won't last,” I admitted. The revelation should have embarrassed me, but it had been a long fucking time since I'd gotten off.
She let out a nefarious chuckle that simultaneously made my body stiffen in fear and my cock twitch. When she spoke, her words came out in a cajoling purr. "Oh handsome, you won't be coming until I do."
The command locked into place and ripped a desperate moan from my chest. Fuck, there was something wrong with me, because I loved her utter control over me. I wanted her to use me for her pleasure, so I could feel her come around my cock.
She let go of my shaft to undo her dress zipper.
Despite the awkward angle, she dispatched the silky black fabric onto the floor in seconds, leaving her in nothing but a lacy thong on my lap.
Praise the corrupt gods that crafted this goddess.
Nothing in this shithole world compared to the absolute artwork that was her naked form.
Black swirls of tattoos curved over her perfect, creamy skin and met at the base of her tits. I salivated at the sight.
Then she was guiding me into her, one hand on my shaft and one braced against the tinted window.
We were made to fit together, her pussy so tight my eyes crossed and my head fell back.
My world shrunk to the area where the tightness of her pussy wrapped around me.
Moans tore from my mouth, more animal than human.
My fingers shuddered from their place on the windowsill, desperate to touch her.
I was on fire and begging for release. I would've finished then and there if she hadn't explicitly ordered me not to. Each thrust brought me closer to an ever-crumbling edge, and I wanted nothing more than to jump off, but I couldn’t. Hades was in charge, I was just along for the ride.
She fisted the tie still clinging to my throat, then pulled until the stiff fabric was digging exquisitely into my skin and causing spots in my vision. My tongue lolled from my parted lips, and I panted against my limited air. I hardly knew where I was or who I was, I just didn't want her to stop.
With each thrust, a beautiful symphony of moans left her perfect lips. A glorious pink flush had consumed her sweat-slicked flesh. Fuck, I wanted those noises to come from my hand. Screw being obedient, I needed to please.
"Let me touch you, Master. Please," I choked out over the tight fabric around my throat.
A nervous confusion twisted her beautiful face, and I understood why. She didn't enjoy giving up control. Except, with that release came pleasure. She just needed to let go.
Finally, she nodded. My hands broke away from the windowsill and dug into her thighs. She leaned over, giving me access to her perfect body. Her heat blossomed against my skin, but for once I wasn't afraid of her fire. I wanted her to consume me.
My hand trailed from her thigh to the nape of her neck.
Soft flames sparked against the frost coating my fingertips and heated my flesh with a blissful sting that shot goosebumps up my arms. I fisted her hair to redirect her head, leaving the slim column of her neck exposed for my teeth.
She gasped when I bit down, her pussy clenching around me.
Pride blossomed like a blackened flower in my chest. My monster liked it rough.
I moved my hand from her thigh to the meat of her ass and squeezed hard enough to bruise.
Then I was angling her to hit deeper, listening to her moans and shudders to learn what brought her body to life.
I thrust to meet her violent movements and was rewarded with the beautiful symphony of her moans filling the car cabin.
The seat groaned and creaked beneath us, and a whiskey glass crashed to the floor from its ledge from our shaking.
This wasn't lovemaking, or even sex. It was crass, dirty fucking, and I loved it.
Our sweat-slicked bodies glided against each other with every movement, and heat built between us.
Our powers met in the form of water that traveled in rivulets over her beautiful skin and into the valleys of my chest. We were built for each other; her heat perfectly designed to warm my frostbitten soul, and my ice the brutal, rugged barrier to her wildfire.
"W-Wolfe, I'm going to come," Hades’s voice came out in a heated moan that spread through the car like liquid silk.
"Please come for me, I want to be covered in your pleasure," I purred into her ear before nipping at her jawline. My entire body was shuddering like a coil ready to spring.
"Come with me," she panted. Her nails dug into my biceps until blood beaded around her fingertips.
She had lifted the floodgates, and my meager restraint snapped.
The world disappeared, leaving only fire and ice—our bodies colliding in the most primal elements of desire.
My ears rang with the sound of our moans coming together in my favorite symphony.
All that mattered was the heat of her flesh and her pussy clamping down on me, begging to be filled.
My cock throbbed, filling her until cum spilled over my hips and onto the seat beneath us. We settled together, my arms pulling her close. We basked in our shared panting and sweat while we both tried to return to reality.
Hades traced circles over my chest. A laugh erupted from her, husky and breathless. "Well, fuck."