Just one for now, but I will try to throw another one by midnight or later on. Thank you for waiting, lovelies! I wrapped up Under The Moonlight yesterday and was too exhausted to continue writing, so I was not able to write anything for Darkness. GEMS will be expiring in 24 hours (end of the month), so make sure you use them to vote on your favorite books. And I hope you can vote/throw some for Lucius and Patrea too! Thank you, lovelies! ❤
LUCIUS. "Are you not going to answer me?" Lucy asked, her brows furrowing as she stood beside her mate’s seat while I lounged on the couch inside their office. Two days after I left their home, I was back again. "I went here to visit Luther, not to be interrogated." I hissed, annoyed to be looking at them instead of my nephew. "We want to know what your plans are." It was Stone. "So you offered three weeks to spend with humans? Are you sure you can manage?" Lucy asked again. "What the fuck is so hard about spending time here? And correction, three weeks with Patrea not with all humans on this fucking planet." Stone chuckled until Lucy rolled her eyes at him. "Why do you worry? What’s so hard about that?" "A lot! Unlike shifters, demons have power that just comes out when they’re furious. First, you can’t have your eyes blazing red all the time. And then the hissing has to stop." "But Stone is allowed to growl every five minutes?" "He does when he’s with shifters, not with hu
PATREA. I had no idea why I felt so nervous in his presence. I’d been with him alone numerous times in the past, so this nervousness was unwarranted. But then, three weeks with him would be a long time. I was just probably nervous that if he snapped and unleashed hell, I would be the first casualty. I didn’t flee the demon world only to be killed by a demon in my own realm. "I know you don’t eat, but I do. So I will be cooking food, and I expect you to eat with me as I’ve been eating alone for many decades…" "Okay," he answered as he picked up a fork and forked some meat from the steamed dish into his. "I can do that. What else." "I have work three times a week. So that’s Monday to Wednesday, from eight in the morning to three in the afternoon. During those times, you can do what you want." "Like visiting you at the library?" "Or visit the underworld. You can’t be at the library all the time with me. I need to work." "I have a fascination for reading." "No, you don’t." I chuck
PATREA."Do you think that if I promise to be gentle, you will let me kiss you?"My eyes widened before my forehead creased. "Aren’t we going too fast?""If six months is too fast, then yeah, I’m going too fast." He spoke in a voice devoid of any emotion before he pressed his fingers to his closed eyes."You’re upset.""I am. I’m a demon, Patrea. I don’t have the patience of a saint or even of a human."And yet he was trying to be patient with me. He was trying not to hiss or snap at me right now. "I don’t even know how to kiss anymore. But don’t offer to do all the kissing for me, as that’s what I’ve been doing for decades — staying still while someone abuses my lips." I chuckled even though the memory hurt. I was trying to lighten the mood because I didn’t want to upset him more. "The closest thing to a real kiss I have is the one I gave you on your cheek at the cave. That’s it."He snapped his eyes open and tilted his head down to look at me, his eyebrows hiking up. "How about we
PATREA. Lucius’ hand slid lower until his fingers touched my folds and it made me clamp my legs together. He didn’t withdraw, and he didn’t ask me to open them. He just stayed there, cupping my pussy while his lips kept brushing against my cheek and my jawline. I had no idea how long I had my legs closed, but I finally decided to part them. Slowly, until I had my legs wide open. "I’m going to finger your pussy, but you can tell me to stop anytime…" "Aren’t we going too fast?" "Do you want me to stop?" "No. Yes. No. Oh, Lucius! I don’t know!" "Relax, lean your head on my shoulder." And I did just as he told me to do. Soon after, his hand began to massage my whole pussy until a few fingers were pressing and rubbing against my folds. "Mmmmmh…" I tried to stifle my whimper, but my throat kept betraying me. It didn’t slip my gaze the way his mouth twitched into a smile at the sound of my moans. His fingers slipped in between my folds, and he began sliding them from one side to
LUCIUS. Patrea slept the whole night without any disturbance. I was now doubting myself if I were the one giving her nightmares, not that I intended to. Maybe watching her from the hologram was making her connect with the demon world, the hologram serving as a portal. Or perhaps, my presence made her feel secure enough that the nightmares stopped whenever I was around her. Either way, it only meant one thing — she needed me around her. A smug smirk formed on my lips as my eyes took in the beauty of the female sleeping beside me. She was purring in her sleep and would smile from time to time. I had no idea how long I had just been here, sitting still and watching her. I wanted her. But I knew I could never have her. I closed my eyes, and my mind went back to the first meeting with Hades after I had taken the throne from my father. **FLASHBACK to six months ago (in human time).** I just left a sleeping Patrea in her room at Stone’s packhouse and transported my body back to my
LUCIUS. "Good morning," Patrea was the first one to greet me, and I immediately stood up. I took the mugs from her hands and placed them on the table. Coffee. One was black, and one was with milk. I pulled a chair for her, and she immediately sat down with a wide smile on her face, but her eyes were teasing me. "So what’s new in the news?" "Hmmm…" My eyes darted to the newspaper I laid on the table, and I took in the first news that caught my eye. "It says that Delilah Guzman was being sued by her ex-husband for defamation." She laughed with her hand over her mouth, and my heart skipped a beat because her eyes were twinkling as if she found what I said amusing. "I didn’t know entertainment news fascinated you." She teased. "Not as much as you fascinate me." I winked at her. Red tints crept up her cheeks before she pointed at the coffee and ignored my words. "Coffee? I’m not sure what your eyes want, so..." "Which one do you prefer to drink?" "I can drink both, but I like the
LUCIUS. My hands remained fixed on Patrea’s back, even if I wanted to roam them around her body. I couldn’t take the risk of blowing up at this moment. She was kissing me aggressively, and I was enjoying it. I had been kissed and worshipped by many females — I could never even count how many lips I had tasted — but the kiss she was giving me was something I had never experienced, and I wanted more of it. Patrea was madness and sanity at the same time. My hell and my piece of paradise. And no matter how much I kept telling myself that I only wanted one night with her, I knew far better. I wanted every night with her, every day, and every moment. If I could only bring hell to earth, I would never have to leave her lips or the paradise she was giving me. A low grunt left my throat as I kept assaulting her lips, while her legs were clamped tightly around my waist as if she were urging me to move forward and stroke my hard cock into her. I was still lost in the sweet, warm lips that w
LUCIUS. The moment Patrea appeared naked in front of me, all I could think about was the many ways I would fuck her if I got my chance tonight. But what she revealed to me made the anger I felt for my deceased father reach its peak. And I had no fucking idea how I was able to control myself and the fire within me. Maybe because I was more focused on making Patrea feel better than on my anger at this point. I knew my father had been abusing females, and I bore witness to some of it. I never thought of the weight of all the abuse until it smacked me in the face. It made me ponder all the things I’d done in the past. They were nothing compared to what Lucien did to her or Lucija’s mother, but it still made me embarrassed for my own deed. It made me question my purpose as a demon. I never saw anything wrong with what we were doing, maybe because it was the way we lived. We were so used to torturing dark souls, living and dead, that it became part of our daily lives until we began tort