Shaking and sweating, I nod my thanks at both of them, holding Emmet’s stare a little longer.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you.” I grunt out.
“I didn’t ask for you to.”
I study him for a moment as I catch my breath. An understanding seems to pass between us before I hear Salem urge us to get the hell out of here. I couldn’t agree with her more.
CHAPTER28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
PERSEPHONE
SONG: POMEGRANATE LIPS BY DERIVAKAT
“What a mess.” My entire garden has been reduced to piles of bones. Not a flower in sight. I sigh assessing the damage. This will take weeks to regrow. That little shit and her friends did this, and I would make them pay. I flick my wrist letting my magic flow through me to begin the clean-up.
“You called for me, my lady?” The demon, Chaos asks hands placed behind his back.
“Where is my husband?” I ask my ladies maid.
“In a meeting with the demon lords, milady.” I smile to myself knowing how long the lords could keep him occupied. They were always droning on for hours about the most meaningless problems that could have been solved with a quick letter. I was convinced they held these meetings simply to hear the sound of their own voices while my husband reassured them of how important their positions are to him. Show me a man who doesn’t like smoke being blown up his rear, and I’ll show you a man of substance.
“Thank you, Gertrude. That will be all.” She dips into a curtsey and leaves us. I wait until she’s out of earshot before I stand, turning to Chaos brushing my hands off. “You’re looking less charred from the last time I saw you.”
“Yes, well. I used her healing magic to fix that.” He flexes his long gray fingers while prowling closer to me. His muscles fill out every inch of his tight-fitting button-down shirt and my gaze lingers, perusing his sculpted form.
“Tell me what you found out about her.” I pluck at a crushed bush, letting the greenery crunch beneath the pads of my fingers.
“She has those little boys of hers completely wrapped around her finger. She’s brash. Headstrong. A bleeding heart.”
“Good. All things we can use to our advantage. They won’t be able to leave the Underworld with the pomegranate drinks still in their systems.”
“Are you sure they drank them?” He takes a step closer and pulls a stray strand of my hair between his pointed fingers, tucking it behind my ear and trailing his touch down my neck.
“The only one I care about did.” I lean into his touch. “If anyone were to see you doing this, you’d be dead.” My body shudders. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched like this. Hades doesn’t share well, and only let me live above with Hank Dannon for thirteen years because I won a high stakes bet. One he threw a fit about losing by having that illicit affair with the slutty witch and getting her pregnant with his. At least she was dead now. Suffering in the Lake of Despair. I’m filled with glee at the thought of it.
Chaos continues trailing his hand down to the small of my back as my skin breaks out in goosebumps. “What have I told you about treating me like a delicate little flower?” I snatch his hand twisting it to the point of pain. He yelps out, and manages to unhook himself from my grasp, spinning me into the castle wall. My feet slip on the pile of bones as he snarls down at me. Our breath mixes as our lips are mere inches apart. My chest heaves brushing against his as we dare each other to make the first move.
Suddenly, his lips are on mine as we fight for control of the kiss. His fingers dig into my hips, lifting me up as the slit in my dress falls open, allowing me to wrap my legs around him. He digs his extra-long length against me, and I let out a whimper as I clench around it, wishing he was inside of me.
We’ve done this dance before. Giving into the thrill. The threat of being caught at any moment looms over us, but we don’t stop. Instead, the danger spurs us on making us frantic. I reach between us and help him pull out his cock, sliding it where I want it most. It throbs in my hand.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” He growls into my ear before nipping at my lobe, sucking it between his sharp teeth. His cock rubs against me, skin against skin. He pulls back as suddenly as he started, his eyes search mine as if he wants something more for me than I can give him. “It’s been far too long since I’ve looked upon your face.”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. It’s as if he’s thrown water over a raging fire and I’m no longer in the mood. I attempt to push him off me, but he grips my hips harder, digging into my skin. I smirk. That’s more like it.
“You’re not getting away that easy. I’ve waited far too long for this.”
He braces his hands on the wall behind us as he shoves himself inside me. My neck arches back as my body adjusts to his size. He sends his long tongue down the delicate skin of my throat, careful not to leave any marks. Pumping his hips, he sheaths himself in me, over and over again at a feverish pace. We fall to the ground, and I straddle him, careful not to let the scattered bones dig into my knees. I grip his shirt in my hand using it to pull him up to me as I work his cock with every movement I make.
“That’s it, take your pleasure from me, my lady.” I silence him with a kiss and bite down on his lips as I grind down on him. We need to be quick and that thought spurs me on. Knowing how enraged my husband would be to find us, how he’d punish us fills me with satisfaction and I find myself clenching around Chaos, my orgasm rocking through my body. I stand and watch him pump out his cum on the bones bellow. Wetness sticks between my thighs as I brush myself off and fluff my hair.
“Will that be all, Chaos?” I ask as if nothing untoward had just transpired between us.
“Actually…” He tucks himself back into his pants and strains to stand.
“Sometimes, I forget how old you are.” I offer my hand down to help him. He clasps it easily, using my strength to help him up.
