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“Well, are you going after her?”

Hades sighed and set his bottle of whiskey on the corner of the coffee table before straightening his jacket and vanishing from sight.

He appeared in front of her, bracing his hands on either side of her head as she leaned against the bathroom door. Her eyes were closed, and he leaned in, his mouth near her ear.

“You had to know your actions would ignite me,” he said.

They crawled under his skin and made him burn alive.

He wanted to fuck her, to feel her come around his cock so hard, she was left with no ability to stand or speak.

“When have I left you wanting?” he asked, his lips grazing the edge of her ear and down the column of her neck. She shivered. “Will you not answer?” He pulled away and lifted his hand to her neck. Her pulse raced beneath his hand.

“I’d really have rather not found out about your sexual exploits via a game in front of my friends,” she said.

It wasn’t his preference either.

“So you thought it better to reveal that I had not satisfied you in the same manner?”

She averted her gaze and swallowed. He could feel her throat constrict.

He leaned in, his tongue trailing the edge of her ear.

“Shall I leave no doubt in their minds that I can make you come?” he whispered and let his hands smooth up the backs of her thighs, under her dress to her underwear, which he tore in two.

“Hades! We are guests here!”

“Your point?” he asked as he took out his cock and lifted her into his arms, letting her back rest against the door.

“It’s rude to have sex in someone’s bathroom.”

Despite her protests, she let him do as he pleased. He kissed her and ground his hips into hers, his cock resting between her thighs, sliding along her entrance, which was slick with her arousal.

“Fuck,” he whispered, or perhaps he didn’t say anything aloud at all, but she feltgood.

He thought he would be able to drag this out, to torture her into begging for him, but he couldn’t—not when she was so ready and he could not wait to dive into that heat. He slipped inside her, and a guttural moan escaped from Persephone’s mouth, which was open against his.

She was…everything.

He held her tight and thrust into her, unable tomanage much movement, but it was still enough, enough to drive all thought from his mind, enough to make his ears ring, enough to send the blood rushing from his head straight to his cock.

Perspiration broke out across his skin and his breathing grew ragged as he rested his forehead against hers, aware that the door beneath them rocked in its frame. It was so loud, he almost didn’t hear the knock, and when Hermes’s voice sounded from the other side, he wished he’d not heard anything at all.

“I hate to interrupt whatever’s going on in there, but I think you two will want to see this.”

“Not now,” Hades snapped. He wasn’t willing to give this up. He was so close to release—she was so close. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, coaxing him to come.

He let his head fall into the crook of her neck, breathing hard against her skin, when he felt her tongue and teeth against his ear. He stiffened, gripping her tighter.

Fuck, she made this hard.

“Okay, first, it’s rude to have sex in other people’s bathrooms,” Hermes said, his tone taking on a higher pitch, as if he were irritated. “Second, it’s about the weather.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck Demeter, he thought. How was it that this gods-damned storm was ruining even this moment?

“A moment, Hermes,” Hades growled.

“How long is a moment?”