Suddenly fully awake, Helen’s eyes flew wide open, her hands automatically flying up to grab the one holding her face. Big mistake. Her attacker put his weight on top of her upper body, trapping her hands. His hand clamped over her mouth and nose as she struggled.
She knew what the taste meant. She’d taken the pill several times before. She tried to kick and gasped out when pain shot up her right leg. She jerked her face violently, trying to free one of her hands.
A hand reached down between her legs. She hadn’t bothered with underwear tonight. Not that it would have stopped him. It wouldn’t take him long to find out that she was already in a state of arousal. Her struggles froze as her sensitivity betrayed her, and pleasure started to build. She whimpered deep in her throat, caught between anger and desire.
Her attacker leaned even more on top of her, playing with her with that one hand and deliberately forcing her breath out with his weight, he used his other hand to block her nostrils at the same time. She swallowed air, along with the melting pill. Damn, damn, damn, damn…her curses were muffled. He mocked her by biting her on the neck, silently telling her that he was in charge. She raged at herself before she went out like a light.
When she opened her eyes again, it was still very dark, and he was no longer on top of her. He was sitting by her, all shadow. He was massaging her bad leg, slowly kneading the area that was injured. It was a good kind of pain, mingled with that edgy pleasure that her sensitivity had given her for hours. She inhaled sharply as the back of his hand touched her intimately as he continued massaging.Thatwas no accident. She was sure of it.
Not that she could do anything. She couldn’t move. And she knew who it was sitting beside her. The back of his hand caressed her again, leisurely.
“Hades, you bastard,” she breathed out. She didn’t need to ask him why he was here in her room. She fought back a shudder as she felt another intimate touch. All the while, he kept working on the tight muscles of her thigh, as if he really was there to massage her sore leg.
“At your service,” he acknowledged. His voice came over the sound waves projected through her earplugs, just like Dr. Kirkland sometimes communicated with her when she was getting ready for bed, except it had been altered electronically. “I heard you calling my name.”
That was in her dream.Wasn’t it? “Turn the light on,” she ordered, straining desperately to see through the darkness.
“You can’t have it all your way now, can you?” he mocked knowingly. “What if I don’t have brown eyes and a big cock?”
She wanted to hear his real voice, not this soft electronically-modulated tone that was mixing with the sound waves. Of course that was why he’d given her the pill. He hadn’t wanted her to know how he looked or sounded.But he was here in person.Her heart thudded loudly as she stared up at him hungrily.
“I’ll be able to move again soon enough to do it myself,” she told him.
“No,” he told her. His voice was soft. “Not tonight. Not with the dose I gave you.”
Helen shivered at the implication. He ran his thumbs up and down the side of her thighs with firm pressure. Oh, Lord, that felt so good. She had known that she needed it but knew she wouldn’t be able to handle some stranger touching her in her condition.
And he isn’t a stranger?Her mind mocked her even as she succumbed to the magic of his care. It was different. It was Hades. Her argument had the big holes of a slice of Swiss cheese, but she didn’t care. She knew those hands.
“Why are you here?” she finally had to ask, wondering whether she could actually still be dreaming, caught as she was between the pleasure still riding her and the pain in her leg.
“You woke me up with your dream.”
Helen’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?” she asked slowly. Was he saying that he was dreaming about—
“I was inside you and enjoying myself when you woke me up,” he told her, confirming her suspicions, leaning so close now that she caught a whiff of his male scent and a hint of cologne. “You called my name, so here I am. I always finish what I start, especially when it comes to pleasuring a woman.”
He stopped, and one hand moved up and cupped her intimately. Helen tried to stop the small gasp of pleasure from escaping her lips but to no avail. Her skin was still so sensitive that being touched right now was akin to torture.
His hand felt like a brand, his fingers marking her.
“Don’t—” she managed to groan out, even as her body eagerly responded to the feel of his fingers. “I…it’s too much.”
She vaguely wondered whether he knew how she was right now. If he was Heath—she tried to focus on the shadow, tried to remember what Heath looked like.
Hades’ other hand gently pulled her right leg outwards, giving him more access, ignoring her growl of outrage. “You enjoyed this during our VR session. We’re even doing this in our dreams now. Don’t you enjoy the real thing?”
Too much. The knowledge that she was lying there with her legs parted and not wearing underwear filled her with hot anticipation. What was he doing? All thoughts fled as he skillfully brought the smoldering embers of frustration to a fiery burn. All thoughts, all logic, everything went out the window. She sighed as fingers parted her, just like in her dream.
But this is real, Helen. This is real.It was too late. His finger stroked her where she wanted and her need for release felt so swollen that she thought she would burst. Her eyes closed from the sheer sensual pleasure swirling through her being.
“You do like it,” he whispered and after a few more strokes, he paused.
“No, don’t stop,” Helen breathed out quickly, so close again that she didn’t care she sounded desperate.
“It has to be my way,” he said. “Right now, I’m just giving you a taste while I work on your injury. A deep massage will help you walk without crutches tomorrow. You need to lie very still while I do it.”
As if she could move if she’d wanted! He’d given her no choice in that matter. But there wasn’t any time to argue with him. To demonstrate his promise, he started pleasuring her again, using her slick wetness to make his point. And slowing down at the wrong moment.
