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CHAPTER XVII

HADES

They left the island of Lemnos, and as soon as they appeared in the Underworld, Hades took Persephone into his arms and kissed her. She tasted divine and she smelled so sweet, and the longer he kissed her, the more his chest tightened, and the more he wanted to part her perfect thighs and bury himself inside her perfect body. He would take his time and warm her body slowly, pleasing her to the beat of her heart, the sound of her breath, and when he slid inside her, her heat would set his entire body on fire.

Fuck, she would feel so good.

He pulled away to meet her gaze.

“What was that for?”

“You defended me to Aphrodite,” he said. “I am thankful.”

When she smiled, it warmed his chest, but he recalled her anger just before they’d entered Aphrodite’s house and frowned.

“I hurt your feelings.”

At his comment, it was like he stole her light. She looked away as if to gather her thoughts and then met his gaze again.

“Do you trust me?”

He was surprised by her question, having no idea that her thoughts had gone in quite that direction.

“Persephone—”

“Whatever you’re about to do, stop!” Hecate announced as she appeared in their room. She had one hand outstretched, her palm flat. Her other hand covered her eyes.

“Shall we undress before she opens her eyes?” Hades said, looking down at Persephone.

She smiled.

“The souls are waiting!” Hecate said, dropping her hand. “You two are late!”

“Late for what?” Persephone asked.

“Your engagement party!” Hecate exclaimed and reached for Persephone, pulling her from his side. “Come. We don’t have much time to get you ready.”

“And me?” Hades asked. “What shall I wear to this party?”

Hecate looked over her shoulder as they headed for the door.

“You only have two outfits, Hades. Choose one.”

Hades stared at his closet, which contained exactly what Hecate had said—several of the same two outfits, a black suit for everyday and black robes for special occasions—but even the robes did not seem distinct enough.

He sighed, gritted his teeth, and did the only thing he knew to do—summoned Hermes.

The God of Thieves appeared in a puff of white smoke, except this time, it was far too much. It filled the room in a great cloud, blinding and choking Hades.

“What the fuck, Hermes,” he growled between fits of coughing.

He had to close his eyes to keep them from burning as he made his way to the door and pushed it open. The smoke began to dissipate, and Hades came face-to-face with Hermes, who wore a bedazzled, light-blue leotard with the center cut out, exposing part of his chest and stomach. Perhaps the worst part was how it stuck to his privates, outlining his balls and semihard dick.

“Why are you like this?” Hades asked.

“What?” Hermes asked, looking down at his outfit. “You don’t like it?”

“I’m not even going to honor that question with a response,” Hades said. “I need help. The souls have arranged a surprise engagement party and I…want to look…”