Page 17 of Taming Winter

I was on fire and begging for release. I would've finished then and there if she hadn't explicitly ordered me not to. Each thrust brought me closer to an ever-crumbling edge, and I wanted nothing more than to jump off, but I couldn’t. Hades was in charge, I was just along for the ride.

She fisted the tie still clinging to my throat, then pulled until the stiff fabric was digging exquisitely into my skin and causing spots in my vision. My tongue lolled from my parted lips, and I panted against my limited air. I hardly knew where I was or who I was, I just didn't want her to stop.

With each thrust, a beautiful symphony of moans left her perfect lips. A glorious pink flush had consumed her sweat-slicked flesh. Fuck, I wanted those noises to come from my hand. Screw being obedient, I needed to please.

"Let me touch you, Master. Please," I choked out over the tight fabric around my throat.

A nervous confusion twisted her beautiful face, and I understood why. She didn't enjoy giving up control. Except, with that release came pleasure. She just needed to let go.

Finally, she nodded. My hands broke away from the windowsill and dug into her thighs. She leaned over, giving me access to her perfect body. Her heat blossomed against my skin, but for once I wasn't afraid of her fire. I wanted her to consume me.

My hand trailed from her thigh to the nape of her neck. Soft flames sparked against the frost coating my fingertips and heated my flesh with a blissful sting that shot goosebumps up my arms. I fisted her hair to redirect her head, leaving the slim column of her neck exposed for my teeth. She gasped when I bit down, her pussy clenching around me. Pride blossomed like a blackened flower in my chest. My monster liked it rough.

I moved my hand from her thigh to the meat of her ass and squeezed hard enough to bruise. Then I was angling her to hit deeper, listening to her moans and shudders to learn what brought her body to life. I thrust to meet her violent movements and was rewarded with the beautiful symphony of her moans filling the car cabin. The seat groaned and creaked beneath us, and a whiskey glass crashed to the floor from its ledge from our shaking.

This wasn't lovemaking, or even sex. It was crass, dirty fucking, and I loved it. Our sweat-slicked bodies glided against each other with every movement, and heat built between us. Our powers met in the form of water that traveled in rivulets over her beautiful skin and into the valleys of my chest. We were built for each other; her heat perfectly designed to warm my frostbitten soul, and my ice the brutal, rugged barrier to her wildfire.

"W-Wolfe, I'm going to come," Hades’s voice came out in a heated moan that spread through the car like liquid silk.

"Please come for me, I want to be covered in your pleasure," I purred into her ear before nipping at her jawline. My entire body was shuddering like a coil ready to spring.

"Come with me," she panted. Her nails dug into my biceps until blood beaded around her fingertips.

She had lifted the floodgates, and my meager restraint snapped. The world disappeared, leaving only fire and ice—our bodies colliding in the most primal elements of desire. My ears rang with the sound of our moans coming together in my favorite symphony. All that mattered was the heat of her flesh and her pussy clamping down on me, begging to be filled.

My cock throbbed, filling her until cum spilled over my hips and onto the seat beneath us. We settled together, my arms pulling her close. We basked in our shared panting and sweat while we both tried to return to reality.

Hades traced circles over my chest. A laugh erupted from her, husky and breathless. "Well, fuck."

CHAPTER 17

HADES

Several hours passed before we reached the Underbridge. Wolfe and I had remained silent during that time, our gazes pinned on the world passing us by. It was a tense silence, but not an uncomfortable one. Too much swirled in the dense air between us to be discussed in a car. Something had happened during our intimacy—something neither of us had expected. A mutual share of pleasure? Certainly. We were both attracted to one another, and in our proximity, a tryst was to be expected. But the way our bodies had connected, the way I was able to fully let go with him… Our relationship was different now, and I wasn't sure how to take that.

Wolfe wasn’t my first by any means. Though my brother's additional security had put a damper on my paramours, I was no saint. Unfortunately, I could not truly be myself with any of them. None of them were so in tune with what made my body sing. Wolfe also enjoyed my domination as well, which I had never explored before. I shifted on the soft leather, hyperaware of the wetness between my thighs, both from his pleasure and my own. Somehow, I enjoyed that too.

Then there was everything we had learned today. My brother had gotten one over on me again, and I had let it stand for a century. I was a fucking fool for not seeing the signs earlier. I should have laid waste to his entire city, yet I did nothing about the guards tailing us, or the lines of guards on the Underbridge that caged me in. A stronger woman would've razed all of Olympiara for these injustices, yet I was taking them like a good little sister. I was weak, and that was an infuriating pill to swallow.

My people had migrated toward the Underbridge, their undead forms desperately seeking me out. Even they were trapped here, sad and lifeless as they were. If they got too close to the bridge, the guards would throw them into the River Styx, where eternal suffering awaited them. I had let that go on as well, though the souls that wandered my undead city were innocent. It was an injustice, and I shouldn't have let it stand.

At least my presence would draw them toward the city where they were safe. We crept toward my home through the swarm of wraiths clamoring for their goddess. Their vacant expressions locked onto us, and they turned to follow the vehicle.

Once the grand steps to my home were visible, I took a steadying breath. I needed to get with my team and discuss all we had learned as soon as possible. My focus went to Wolfe. "You're free to do as you please for the rest of the day. Meet me in my quarters at nine."

Wolfe jerked as though he had forgotten my presence, but that was impossible. He was a wraith as well, drawn to me whether he liked it or not. His bright blue eye sockets, tainted that color because of the powers I had imbued within him, were wide. The light glowing from the gemstone at the base of his neck danced with his turbulent emotions. Finally, he blinked, and the stone calmed to its normal bluish glow. "Of course, Master."

My core heated at the name. Perhaps it was twisted, but I loved the sound of that deep, raspy voice saying the word. It would be more wretched if he hated the title, but there was always a slight flush in his cheeks when he called me his master.

Lamia was waiting to open our doors when we came to a stop. I smiled at my secretary, a woman I considered a friend after the two centuries we had worked together. She only came to my chest, but she had never looked upon me with fear or reverence. Somehow, this mousy little woman saw the person underneath the death that shrouded me, and I appreciated her for it more than she could know. She was one of my few loyal friends in this wretched world.

She took me in, and a smirk spread across her dainty face. "Are you ready to meet, or would you rather go wash up first?"

My cheeks heated, and I turned my attention to my person. How the fuck had she known? I had fixed my hair and makeup in the car, and my dress was perfect and void of wrinkles, thanks to the formfitting cut. Somehow, Lamia had sniffed out something no one could ever pull from me. She may not have been immortal, but I swore that was her superpower. I threw her a glare. "I'm ready."

She chuckled and dared a glance into the car, where Wolfe was climbing out the other door. "I have questions."

"We have more pressing matters, Lam," I snapped. Dany would tell her anyway, but I had hoped we would get through this meeting before my friends had the chance to drill me on my sex life.