A Game of Gods (Hades Saga, #3)

by Scarlett St. Clair

Hermes grinned. “See you soon, Daddy Death!” He vanished, and when he was gone, Hades looked at Thanatos, who asked in a very serious tone, “Which one of us do you think he was calling Daddy Death?”

“But…he is the Lord of the Underworld!” Zofie said. Hermes scoffed. “We’re all aware. Look at him—he’s the only goth in the room.”

“Demeter is big mad,” Hermes said. Hades looked at him in confusion. “Big mad?” “You know, really mad,” Hermes explained and then shimmied his head and shoulders as he added, “Mad as fuck.”

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?”

Hades never really considered that beauty would be the weapon to stop his heart, but here he was, barely breathing.

There was no man in the world who would claim such a thing; only women were taught their pain was never enough.

then he appeared before her as she sat on his throne, and he almost knelt at her feet. She was a fucking dream.

knees, or you’ll pass out.” “I’m not locking my knees,” Hades whispered back, though he wasn’t sure why. “Why would you tell me that?” “I’m not saying you are. I’m saying don’t.” Well, now he was worried. What if he passed out? He practiced bending his knees just to make sure he knew the difference between bent and locked knees.