Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
An hour before the Underworld opens, I head down to my suite to change and get my head on straight. I can’t afford to hesitate or doubt, no matter what the night brings. Any reaction on my part will feed into the conclusions people will draw. It’s important they come to the correct ones.
I haven’t been this nervous in a very long time. I find I don’t like it much.
I manage to nibble on half a protein bar before I give it up for a lost cause. To distract myself, I change into one of my favorite dresses. It’s a sleek black sheath that hugs my body like a second skin. I pair it with tall boots that hit mid-thigh, drawing attention to exactly how indecently short the dress is. I touch up my makeup, and there’s nothing left to stall with.
My phone rings before I decide that I need a drink. The sight of Hades’s name gives me a little flutter in my stomach, but I manage to keep it out of my voice when I answer. “Yes?”
“Come up to my office. I want to speak with you before we begin.”
That could mean anything and nothing. I frown. “Is everything okay?”
“Now, Meg.” He hangs up.
I mutter under my breath a bit, but it breaks the tension a little. I don’t have to think too hard when I’m obeying, though it doesn’t always work out like that. A few minutes later, I shut the door to his office and pause. Hades and Hercules sit next to each other on the couch, their heads close as they speak. They look… My heart skips a beat. They look so good. All youthful glow and well-aged whiskey. And they’re all mine. The thought barely feels real as I take a few slow steps toward them. “Am I interrupting?”
Hades crooks his fingers, motioning me forward. “We’re going to make tonight easier for you, love.”
I blink. “What?”
“Did you think we wouldn’t notice?” He waits, the ever-patient wolf, as I cross to him and tentatively lay my hand in his. Only then does he take in my body with a single sweep. “This dress is a gift. Don’t you agree, little Hercules?”
For his part, Hercules is looking at me like he wants to eat me up with a spoon. “Definitely a gift.”
I don’t understand this. There isn’t some silly rule about not spending time together before they scene, but they aren’t acting like I expect. It strikes me then that I was bracing for rejection, even after everything. I might laugh if I weren’t so damn ashamed of myself. I wet my lips. “So glad you like it.”
“Mmm.” Hades leans back, taking me a step closer to them until my legs bump their knees. “I would hate for you to feel left out tonight, so we’re going to give you a little something to remember us by until we can take care of you later.”
My mind whirls, but I don’t get a chance to do more than tense as Hercules runs his hand up the inside of my thigh. He urges me to take a wider stance, and I do so in a daze. Hercules slides easily to the floor between my spread legs. He gives me a happy smile. “I’ve been thinking about your pussy all day.”
I’ve been the recipient and giver of dirty talk for years. Nothing has made my legs shake the way his simple sentence does. Because of the words, yes, but also because of what they represent. I look up at Hades to find him watching with a hungry expression. No masks this time. Just sheer need. He combs his free hand through Hercules’s hair. “Get her ready.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He pushes up my dress until it bunches around my hips and then his mouth is on my pussy, licking me like he may never get another chance to. I can’t stop myself from moaning. My knees buckle as he sucks on my clit, and he catches me under my thighs. He lifts me and spins us, and for one dizzying moment, I think we’re going to end up on the floor, but then Hades is there, guiding me down onto his lap, my back to his chest.
Onto his cock.
I whimper as he stretches me, fills me. I try to shift to accommodate, but Hercules isn’t giving me an inch, he uses his hold on my thighs to keep me pinned in place, spread and open and impaled on Hades’s cock. He watches me with those big blue eyes as he drags the flat of his tongue over my clit. Hades presses his hand flat between my breasts and pins me to his chest. I’m trapped, unable to do more than take what they give me, and I’ve never felt safer than I do in that moment.