Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“Nah.” He pushes up my skirt, his fingers unerringly finding my panties. “It’s so you can sit on my face.”
That startles a laugh out of me. “Well, when you put it like that, how can I resist?”
“You can’t.” He shifts down until his head is between my thighs and presses a kiss to my pussy through my panties. “Just close your eyes and try to enjoy it.”
“Mmm.” I whimper as he keeps kissing me.
Hook always knows what I need. Whether it’s tough conversations or orgasms or cuddles. The last of my doubts drift away against the onslaught of pleasure he deals. He’s right. We’ll probably stumble and fuck up, but we aren’t our parents. Our children will be loved and taken care of and fucking happy.
This is our happily ever after.
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Valentine’s Day in the Underworld
Aurora
February 2019 Patreon
Valentine’s Day in the Underworld
Aurora
* * *
Everything is as it should be.
The club won’t open for another ten minutes, but I’m finally starting to understand why Meg and Tink used to make the rounds through the empty rooms before each shift. There’s a strange kind of ownership one feels when they know that they’re responsible.
I wasn’t sure about taking the promotion when Meg offered. I am not Tink. I’ll never be Tink. She’s so fierce and unafraid and willing to step to any line drawn in the sand to ensure those under her are protected. I’m not fierce. I don’t remember what it’s like to be unafraid, though I have long since learned to hide my fear. Once, my survival depended on it. Now, it’s both habit and a comfort. Even my friends only see what I let them see. It’s better that way. Simpler.
How am I supposed to explain the truth?
Hades saved me, though he’ll never admit as much. The one time I pressed him, he claimed it was a deal like any other, but he conveniently forgets to mention that I had nothing to offer. Just myself, broken as I am. It shouldn’t be enough for someone like Hades, not in exchange for all he’s done for me. And yet here we are, years later and untold experience grown.
It should make me less afraid, less likely to wait for the other foot to drop. But the longer this strange fortune lasts, the more sure I am that when it’s time to pay the piper, the cost will be higher than I can comprehend.
But that day is not today. Another twenty-four-hour cycle passed and an incoming bullet I continue to dodge. I’ve learned to appreciate these things, learned to cling to the half full bit of the glass and embrace life with everything I have. It’s not forever, after all.
“Aurora.”
I turn as Meg walks into the public playroom. She’s dressed in what’s become her customary sexy menswear; tonight it’s wide-legged trousers and a vest that displays her breasts to perfection. Her dark hair is pulled back into a sleek ponytail and her red lipstick is flawless. She gives me a warm smile. “You ready for tonight?”
“Of course.” I look around the room again. “Though I’d be more ready if you and Hades weren’t so adverse to Valentine’s Day décor.” Every table in the room has a classy vase containing a bouquet of red roses. It creates a pretty picture, but it’s nowhere near the level Hercules and I wanted to bring to the place.
“It’s tacky.” She slings an arm around my shoulders and gives me a squeeze. “And weirdly triggering for some of the people who come here to forget about the people they’re in love with and can’t be with.”
I know exactly who she’s talking about. Gaeton and Beast. I’m sure there are others, but they’re the two who have kept everyone captivated since they broke off their respective relationships with Isabelle Belmont a year ago. The fact that both are grieving the Man in Black this Valentine’s Day only makes things more complicated. “I’m sure it will be fine.”
“It will be.” She says it with such confidence, a shiver of unease goes through me. Meg gives me another squeeze and releases me. “Now that Alaric’s back in town, I have him on Beast tonight. I’d like you to take Gaeton.”
My unease fades. What she’s asking is easy enough. I enjoy scening with Gaeton. He can be brash and arrogant, but he’s got an ooey-gooey center and he’s incredibly tender during aftercare. I like Beast just fine, but I consider Gaeton a friend. “Of course. Are you sure he’s going to be here tonight?”
Meg looks around the room, her dark eyes taking in every detail. “I’m sure. He’ll probably be in a foul mood, too. Can you handle it?”