12| Playtime.

Hades POV

I had woken up to a fucking boner.

I stared at my sweats, a frown pulling at my lips as the air around me grew colder with each passing second. This time I had a dream– the dream had been about her, and when I woke up, the physical reaction to it was undeniable, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of my pants.

I had dreamt vividly about last night when I ordered her to strip, her figure seemed to be imprinted in my mind. I could remember the curves of her breasts in that bra, her slender waist, and enticing hips. This time, I didn't stop her as she began to undress completely. Instead, I listened to Cyrus urging to have her. I kissed her until she was breathless and I took her right there on my bed until her screams of pleasure echoed throughout the room.

Running my hand through my hair, I sighed. What was happening to me? The effect of the mate bond was getting harder to resist, especially to Cyrus, he was getting much harder to control. 

Normally, I had full control over my body and Cyrus was a docile and obedient wolf. He preferred to take over control on rare occasions and it always involved a quick run in the woods or something more intense when he was bored so I rarely shifted and no one had ever met Cyrus, my wolf in my human form and lived.

 He and I were completely different. Many would call me cruel and emotionless, but they hadn’t met Cyrus. Cyrus could be described as more expressive—decisive, knowing exactly how to behave to get what he wanted. But Cyrus was a menace. He was the one who preferred doing the bloody work.

“Playtime,” he called it, when he was about to torture someone. But I didn’t care, as long as it pleased him.

So to please Cyrus this time around and make him obedient, I made the foolish decision of ordering Davina to serve directly under me. It was a mistake– I know since having her so close made it far more difficult to resist her.

I should have left her at the auction house.

“Bring me a glass of wine” I got up from my bed and said to Emmanuel through mindlink, before walking to the bathroom. 

I needed a shower; a long one.

I peeled off my clothes, tossed them onto the counter, and turned on the shower. Running a hand through my hair, I glanced at the mirror. My reflection stared back—gray eyes, broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw, and dark hair.

The same features as the deceased king. I continued to stare—expressionless, with cold, calculating eyes. I was no longer the twenty-year-old man I had been five years ago, that man had died along with his parents. Slowly, I shifted my gaze away and turned off the water, reaching for a towel and wrapping it low around my waist.

I walked out of the shower, drying my hair with a small towel. My intention today was to drink; I didn't want to attend the morning court since I needed a break to clear my head and I knew any slight mistake at the court would have me almost killing someone.

"Draven, cancel the morning court today. I won’t be attending." I said to my beta in my head as I walked out of the bathroom but I froze, unable to hear his  reply as my gaze landed on her.

She had her hands out as she gently placed the tray on the desk, her movements slow and clumsy. I raised an eyebrow and watched as she ran towards the door but fell down before she could get far.

The corner of my lips tilted up in slight amusement as she tried not to cry. This girl was almost killed yesterday but she didn't shed a tear then and now– now she almost cried because of a simple fall.

She stumbled again—on the same knee. “Davina, get yourself together,” she whispered. I almost laughed at the sight but stopped myself before I could, my gaze darkened as I clenched my fist, regaining my composure.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, my voice making her flinch. Before I could say another word, she bolted for the door as if pursued by some kind of devil.

I took long steps and closed the door before she could run. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her towards me and pressed her back against the door.

She was about to scream but I covered her mouth and growled under my breath, seeing her eyes widen in fear.

"Don't scream." I leaned in closer, watching her nod in compliance before slowly releasing my hand from her mouth. But I didn’t step back—I couldn’t seem to let her go.

Goddess, another wave of need crashed over me.

A low groan escaped as her warmth pressed against me, her scent flooding my senses. Tension coiled tight within, making it impossible to think of anything but closing the last bit of distance between us.

My pupils dilated with lust as I gazed at her, feeling a surge I could hardly control. She screamed, her voice sharp and loud as she struggled to pull away, but my body seemed to move with a will of its own. I pressed her harder against the wall, crashing my lips against hers.

My arms slid around her waist tighter, holding her firmly against me as my hips moved of their own accord, pressing into her. She gasped, but her resistance faded, her arms slowly finding their way to my shoulders as I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist.

“Playtime,” a low chuckle echoed in my mind, making me freeze. I wanted to pull away from her and tell her to leave but a force slammed into me, pulling me back, tearing control from my grasp.

The world went dark as Cyrus took over.