Page 67 of Spring's Descent
My shadows lashed out, tying her wrists behind her back as others wrapped around her neck, forcing her mouth open. My cock was filling her in the next second. She gagged, her body pulling back, but I didn’t let her go anywhere. I watched as saliva fell from the corners of her pouty red lips, dripping down her chin as she fought for breath. My shadows parted her thighs, sinking into her pussy as I fucked her face.
Fuck, I love the way she whimpers.
“So fucking beautiful,” I growled, watching as tears streamed freely over her cheeks. “Look at the way your body begs to be used.”
My fingers tightened in the curls at the nape of her neck as I thrust my hips forward, losing all control. My cock hit the back of her throat, my shadows pinching her nose closed, cutting off her air completely. Her green eyes widened as she thrashed against me, but I didn’t let up.
“You’re doing so well, Persephone. Taking what I give you.”
Her pussy clenched around my shadows, her body tensing, spurring my own on.
“Swallow all of me, little witch. Every drop.”
She moaned as I thrust deep into her throat, releasing the shadows around her nose and neck. Her body was trembling with her own orgasm, but she fought to drink every bit of me down, fighting for breath through her nose, until I eased my cock from her mouth.
Her eyes were puffy, face flushed, and lips swollen. A halo of red curls framed her face, the crown titled but still in place upon her head. She looked like a fucking goddess. I leaned forward, my thumb dragging across the edge of her mouth.
“Every. Last. Drop.”
She closed her lips over the tip, tongue swirling until it was clean.
“Good girl.”
Persephone
A large figure with golden hair and blue eyes sat at the head of a long table, merrily sipping red wine from a silver goblet. His grin was pulled tight, his silver sleeves rolled up to reveal toned forearms. Power emanated from him, captivating all thosenearby. All, except for a vaguely familiar, shadowy figure to his left.
“The revolting god at the head of the table would be Hypnos, the God of Sleep,” Hades whispered through his smile. After our display, I’d thought about freshening up, but Hades encouraged us to stay, relishing the way his scent clung to me. “Without him, mortals in the above would go mad.”
“And those in The Underworld?” I asked, shifting on the hard seat of the throne, watching as couples spun across the dance floor.
“We enjoy sleep, but don’t require it,” Hades answered, his hands resting on my shoulders from behind.
I surveyed Hypnos, not liking how large the crowd was around him. He smiled easily and talked smoothly, a dangerous combination for an enemy to have. Because there was no doubt in my mind that Hypnos was an enemy. He’d yet to approach the dais and congratulate us, as most if not all the others in the room had.
My gaze shifted to the shadows beside Hypnos, finding a pair of golden eyes ringed in red locked on mine. The red around his irises confirmed he was one of The Night Children, one that had fed recently. Any who wielded their particular brand of power was forced to drink blood. I tried not to think about how much blood he must’ve consumed for the scarlet rings to be as bright as they were.
He lifted a brow at my gawking. I blushed, unable to look away as his head tilted to the side, eyes dropping to where I clutched the fire opal around my neck. It warmed under the pads of my fingers, the heat growing in intensity until I was forced to drop it. Chest heaving, I rounded my shoulders, letting the necklace dangle in the air before me.
“What’s wrong?” Hades asked, coming to my side as he searched my body for an injury. Tentatively, I reached up, only to find the stone cool to the touch.
“Who is that?” I asked, my gaze darting back to the dark-haired man with the golden eyes ringed in red, who now appeared to be in deep conversation with a woman seated across Hypnos’s lap.
Hades followed my gaze, lips turning down. “That’s Morpheus, son of Hypnos. Why?”
The woman threw her head back, long black hair swaying as she laughed, batting Morpheus away playfully. He smiled with a hint of fangs showing, the gesture more predatory than anything as he lifted her diamond-covered wrist to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the inside.
“My crystal felt hot, but I must’ve been imagining it.”
“Trust your instincts, Persephone,” Hades said, eyes narrowed as he studied the crystal around my neck. “They’re normally forgotten memories from a past life trying to warn you. Regardless, I’ve delayed our introductions long enough.”
Ignoring the twist in my stomach, I accepted Hades’s hand, the two of us stepping into darkness only to appear across the room a moment later.
“Hades,” Hypnos beamed. The woman on his lap fell silent, slinking off as the God of Sleep stood. She was careful to keep her face hidden from view, but there was a lingering scent of something earthy that had the fine hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. “How kind of you to join us. For a moment, I was worried something terrible had befallen you.”
“Come now, father,” Morpheus smirked, his red-ringed gaze drinking Hades in before turning toward me. “It’s clear the happy couple were merely getting a head start on the bonding process. Their scent is practically a cloud around them: Vanilla with a hint of frost.”
My cheeks burned, but the sour expression on Hypnos’s face was strangely reassuring.