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The pressure behind my fangs recedes with the pressure in my mind, and I finally, finally feel as though I may erupt.

Persephone feels the shift, too. I can tell.

Her little cry of startled release sounds as her pussy clenches around my rooted arousal. Her body tenses, clenching beneath mine as she pushes her ass into my groin, as though seeking all that I can give her and more.

I shove my hips into her, even as I loop my arm around her belly to angle her just right. And together, we erupt. She shatters around me as my head falls to her shoulder, her pussy milking me of every drop of hot seed that shoots from my tip to fill her womb.

It feels like it goes on forever.

When I am finally empty and she is finally full, the scent of maddening arousal begins to slowly offer me reprieve.

Persephone lets out a soft little laugh as her body tries to melt into the stone of the cold pool that now feels shockingly warm.

I’ve been boiling the water this whole time.

Carefully, I pull back from her body and can’t help myself as I search her body for burns. There are none. I am relieved and confused as to how it can be. Steam rises from what was supposed to be the cold pool, and yet the human woman I’d just fucked senseless has not a single mark on her body.

I watch her as she lets out a long, soft sigh, and then promptly falls asleep.

My Gods’ Form does something else it’s never done. It laughs with pure joy.

I shift back into my human form before I lift her into my arms and carry her to our bed.

Then I fall into oblivion beside her.

But not before I note the fact that the moons outside are no longer blood red, but a bright burning white.

Chapter

Thirty-Six

Persephone

I don’t knowwhat wakes me, only that something does. The first thing I think is that Hades called out to me. It would make sense, as he is the only other person—God—in the room with me.

But Hades, likeIshould be, is fast asleep.

For a moment, I am caught up in the shockingly soft beauty of him asleep. I’m not sure I’ve ever actually seen him so deep in sleep. He’s always so aware.

But not now.

My eyes drift to the open balcony and the sky with two fullwhitemoons. I’m not sure what it means that they’ve changed from their blood red to the bright white of how they’d been in my past life. I’ll have to talk to Hades about it when he wakes.

As for me, even though there is an exhaustion that pulls heavily at me to fall back into sleep, something else pulls me to stay firmly awake.

Before I know it, that something else has me sliding cautiously from the bed and into a deep, dark red gown. Why Ihave not a single black gown in the closet of togas is beyond me. At least this one should be dark enough for me to keep to the shadows. And with Hades’ black cape thrown over the whole of me, I should be, mostly, unseen.

At least that’s what I hope as I race down the stairs, through the silent palace, and outside to the stable. Aethon makes a noise in his stall. It’s not quite a whinny, but I know he’s excited to see me.

I shush him with a finger to my lips, hoping he understands me as my eyes shoot to the cracked open door where the stable boy sleeps. I see the flickering flames that dance over the Hydra’s bloody water whisper over shadows that cling to corners and nooks, but the stable boy remains asleep.

Releasing a breath I hadn’t been entirely aware I held, I start toward Aethon.

Two stalls over, I am entirely aware that I am being eyeballed by the largest of the black stallions. Alastor.

Ignoring Alastor, I make quick work of readying Aethon for a ride. But when I begin to pull him from the stable, three sets of dark eyes watch with too much awareness for simple horses.

But these aren’t simple horses. They’re the four horses of Hades.

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