Page 58 of Hades

“I want to make all new memories with you,” he moans as he wraps my hair around his fist and jerks my head back before kissing his way up my neck. “I want to claim every part of your body as mine,” he growls into my ear as he thrusts up into me.

“Yes!” I yell out as my body shakes and my pussy throbs around him as I grind myself on his cock, riding out every spasm.

“I love watching you come all over my dick,” he says as he lifts us out of the water and sits on the tub’s edge. “Ride my cock and make me come,” he demands. “I need to mark you as mine, inside and out.”

Using his shoulders for support, I lift myself almost completely off his cock and slide back down painstakingly slowly, letting each inch fill me. With each rise, I slide down faster and harder, my clit hitting the base of him each time, sending waves of pleasure through my body. It isn’t until my third or fourth time that I notice his white-knuckled grip on the tub, and I swear when I speed up, I can hear the porcelain crack under his grip.

“Fuck me, Aradia,” he moans, and I can feel his cock begin to swell as if he’s holding back. “Fuck!” he yells out a moment later as he grips the back of my neck and collides his lips with mine, his tongue invading my mouth as his cock pulses and explodes inside me.

The feel of him coming inside me has me grinding down until my pussy pulses and squeezes around him, taking every last drop he has to offer.

“I love you so much,” he whispers in my ear as I lay my head on his shoulder to catch my breath.

“I love you too,” I whisper back, even though I’m still afraid to lose my memory of him suddenly—especially the ones that are just for me, not Aradia, the daughter of Themis. “But you did promise me a hot bath and breakfast, and so far, I’ve had neither,” I tease, and he gives my ass a firm smack that makes me squeal.

When he stands, I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as if my weight might hinder his balance somehow. With his hand around my waist, he lifts me as if I weigh nothing at all and places me in the water, which hasn’t cooled a bit since we first entered.

“You relax, I’ll go make us some breakfast,” he instructs me before giving me a light kiss and heading out to the kitchen.

Submerging myself in the hot water, I lean my head back and let the sweet aroma of the water relax my mind and body.

I could get used to this.

HADES

I hate leaving Aradia,even to grab her some much-needed food, which worries me. She still has all the same needs any human would, which she wouldn’t if she were no longer human. I don’t want to think of the possibility of losing her, but the only thing keeping her memory from being wiped again is being here in Treachery.

Argos stands and rests his head on the counter to see what I’m making. “What?” I ask him, and he gives me a huff.

“No, I don’t think she wants to stay here with us… at least not forever,” I add as if that makes the difference. He huffs again, and I toss him a few pieces of bacon. I’ll have to find some Hellhound chow or let him outside our oasis to hunt for whatever unlucky demon gets in his way.

Grabbing the tray of food, I head back down the hall. Aradia’s eyes are closed when I open the door, and even from here, I can see she’s asleep. I curse myself for having been so careless with her safety. I should never have left her alone.

Placing the food tray on the ground, I lift Aradia out of the tub and wrap her in a towel before bringing her back to bed. Turning, I see Argos waiting at the door.

“You need to keep her safe,” I instruct him, and again he huffs at me. “No, I won’t be gone long,” I tell him before grabbing the food I prepared and placing it on the table by the window.

Grabbing a piece of parchment from my office, I scribble a quick note to her before leaving.

My dearest Aradia,

I wanted to let you rest. I’ll be back soon.

Take a walk around the lake, it’s beautiful.

All my love,

H

Argos watches me as I carefully fold the note and leave it on one of the covered food plates. He gives me one more agitated grunt. I don’t bother answering him and his concern for how angry she’ll be when she wakes before I vanish and arrive at The Firehouse.

It doesn’t matter what time of day or night, when you run a bar in the Underworld, you’re open and serving drinks. So when I walk in, Val is already behind the bar and serving that swill Alastor is so proud of.

She immediately sees me and points to the upstairs bar, the one area of this establishment I haven’t been to, and when I look up, I realize why. Bright neon light cascades down the stairs, and I hear God-awful eighties music blaring.

All I can do is shake my head as I climb the stairs. When I reach the top, I’m bombarded with bad eighties nostalgia.

“Good God, it looks like Miami Vice vomited up here!” I yell over the music to get Alastor’s attention. He’s sitting on the floor with a ginger-haired toddler. He has her hands, and she’s bouncing to the beat, laughing and smiling the entire time. The sight is oddly normal, except for his white suit and pastel t-shirt. “This place is disturbing, and I think you should seek professional help,” I say as I kneel beside him. “And who’s this?”

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