Page 156 of Seeking Hades' Ember

"We don't have to," Loukas babbled. "We can be wherever you want."

Nora shook her head and laid it on the side of his arm. "I would like a change of scenery and helping in the kitchen in the Underworld sounds lovely. I heard they have amazing stone fruits that I'm dying to work with."

Could they be any cuter!?

Oh gosh, they can't. I want to make little dolls out of them and put them on my bed and play with them!

"Duh, you can come to the Underworld! Mates are protected, and you are part demon, too, right? It isn't a problem at all. You can also remain dual citizenship within the Black Claw Pack, too," I chirped. "I am. That way, I always have a mind-link with my family."

Nora grabbed Loukas's face and kissed him repeatedly. "Thank you, Alpha, er Goddess Ember!" I waved longingly as I watched them go to the overcrowded dance floor. They were adorable. Leaning on my fist and watching the others dance, I felt a nudge at my shoulder. Blaze was sitting beside my plate in his tiny form. His tail waved in the wind with little smoke tendrils waving.

"You abandoned me once we got back to the pack. What happened?" I joked.

Blaze chirped before speaking. "You have a lot of Wolves here that need some talking to. A lot of your wolves could shift earlier if given the confidence," he scolded. I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't know Wolves needed a pep talk.

"Most don't need it, but there are some that need some coaxing," his voice trailed off. Was he asking to stay? I hummed in agreement with him while scratching under his chin.

"Do you wanna stay?" I cooed. "Do you want to remain here and be a guardian to the Wolves instead of returning back with us?" Blaze snuffed, his tail withering away. Aw, he's shy too! "Blaze, you can go wherever you want. You helped me, and you are welcome to help others here in the Black Claw Pack. If it's Okay with my dad," I warned.

"Remus said I could." His mood became cheery. "Remus needs some lessons to talk normally." I shook my head. Mom liked it when Remus talked like a cave man.

"Good luck with that," I hummed.

Blaze sat with me while we watched. Many come to congratulate me, some to coax me into dancing, but Hades would have set them ablaze or pulled their heart out and stomped on it, or both. I laughed internally at the thought of him getting all jealous. I couldn't say much now, could I? I would rip Persephone’s eyes out if she even joked about it, even if she was pleasant to me.

A heated gaze fell upon me. It felt like flames tickling my cheeks until I turned to see none other than the Devil himself across the dance floor. The sexual tension pulled at me between my legs while Hades' dark gaze continued to assault me. Even though I was sitting at our private table, I could almost feel him touch me.

Taking my eyes away from his gaze, the floor where people danced was covered in smoke. Many thought it was for the party as Dionysus started a keg stand on the other side of the floor. Cheers, loud music continued, but Hades was the only attention I sought.

A tickle at my ankle threw a chill up my leg. The very little hair I had left on my body from a previous waxing stood on end. The tickle wrapped around both legs and pried my legs wide. Trying to shut them, the strength of the force was too much. My throat gasped when my dress had been unceremoniously thrown above my thighs. My white lace thong was pushed to one side of my thigh.

Hades continued to stare from the opposite side of the dance floor, his eyes dark, full of lust, and mischief. Holding a glass of whisky in his hand, he smirked into his drink. Pulling the tablecloth up so I could see what was going on, his whisps of smoke had traveled up my leg and had turned into Hades' own hand. The gold-colored ring could be seen on his smokey ring finger.

Holy Fudge Balls. He wouldn't dare.

Pushing the tablecloth down, I shook my head at a distance, but his white fangs brightened at the site of my nervousness.

"Honey," mom cooed at me. Dad was holding mom by the waist, both blocking my view of my mate. "Aren't you haven't fun? Don't you want to get up and dance? I think Hades is done talking to Ares now." Mom’s curled hair was flung over her shoulder.

The tickle in my inner thigh moved to my pussy lips and fingered the folds to my cavern. Biting my lip until it bled, I shook my head. "My flame, what's wrong?" My dad looked me over, concerned. I shook my head again.

"Go dance, I'll be out in a minute," I said strained.

"Is it the baby?" Mom began to pry. Her words were falling on deaf ears because that smoke tendril just brushed my pussy. A loud moan escaped my lips. I couldn't hold it. Slapping my hand over my mouth, my face turned beat red.

"Are you sick?" Dad pushed again, but I felt the flick of a rough finger on my clit again. My achy body shook while I held onto the table with my hands. Two fingers thrust into me while I felt a thumb rub quickly on my bundle of nerves.

"Fine, Dad, might need some ginger ale," I lied, gritting my teeth. My nipples pebbled. They were going to rip through my dress. Smoke trailed up dress and on my hips, feeling nothing but small suction-like kisses.

"Hades," I whispered in the mind-link.

"Yes, my love?" His snicker could be felt in my ear.

"My p-parents," I groaned internally.

"Payback, darling."

Hades thrust another finger into me, pushing me back into my seat. Mom came around the table to hold me back up while I fell apart. Hiding my face in my hands, Mom sniffed the air and quickly and raised her hands away from me.

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