He’s the God of Dreams. It only seems natural that he would be a voyeur.
Or maybe that’s an Alpha trait.
Styx knows how much Hades likes to watch.
Though, I’m the onewatchingright now as Sera brings a piece of pizza up to her delectable mouth. She’s on her third helping, something I find remarkable given her small stature. But she was clearly hungry. And the little moans she’s emitting tell me how much she’s enjoying her meal.
My lips twitch as a pepperoni slides off the cheese… then I groan when she catches it with her tongue. “Shadows, trouble,” I breathe. “Are you trying to kill me over here?”
She frowns as she chews her food.
Then swallows.
Andfuck, now I’m imagining something else sliding down her pretty throat. Something warm and maybe a little salty. Somethingeuphoric.
“What did I do?” she asks, the picture of innocence.
Oh, how I would love to teach her a lesson in seduction right now. Fist my fingers in her hair and yank her back over the arm of the chair and feed her my cock.
Then lean over, tug up that sinful shirt to expose her slick pussy, andfeast.
“Maliki?” she whispers, her big blue eyes blinking. “You’re… glaring at me.”
“No, trouble, I’m admiring you,” I correct her, my voice gruffer than intended. But I don’t bother clearing my throat. “You’re eating that pizza in a way that’s making me want to eat you.”
Her cheeks pinken, her full lips forming a surprised little O.
Which doesn’t help matters at all. Because now all I want to do is press my tip to her mouth, force those lips to widen for me, and demand that shesuck.
I lean forward in my chair, a proposal lingering on my tongue, only for a loud knock to disturb the moment.
My eyes narrow at the door, and Sera freezes. “Keepeating, trouble,” I tell her as I stand. “In fact, I want that slice gone before I sit back down.”
Because otherwise I’m going to act on my urges.
I’ve never claimed to be a good man. Actually, I’m fairly certain I’ve claimed the opposite.
If her orgasm sets off a signal, I can just… shadow her elsewhere.
Not a fantastic plan.
But it’s one I consider heartily as I walk toward the bedroom door.
Except the being waiting in the hallway has me reconsidering all my ideas and reevaluating my will to live. Because Hades’s dark gaze holds a note of fury that very rarely ends well for the object of his ire.
Which appears to be me since he’s glowering in my direction.
I lean against the door frame and lift a brow. “Yes?” I drawl, not willing to bow to his mood.
He’s the one who told me to pleasehis wife. Not my fault if he’s having regrets over it.
Because now that I’ve tasted her, I’m not all that inclined to stop.
“I need to mist back to the Netherworld Kingdom,” he tells me, his voice low. “Morpheus is meeting me there. I just wanted to let you know that you’re in charge of protecting our Omega.”
“Our?” I repeat, my eyebrow winging higher.
“I’m not here to debate semantics. I’m here to give you a task—guard.” He takes a step back. “My beast is roaming the beach with Pip. If there’s an issue, Pip will notify you.”
