A Game of Gods (Hades Saga, #3)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“I will fuck you to the point that you are desperate for release—over and over again so that when you finally do come, you won’t even remember your name.” “You think you’ll be able to stop?” she said, breathless, and yet there was a challenge to her voice. “To deprive yourself of the satisfaction of my orgasm?” He smiled against her. “If it means hearing you beg for me, darling—yes.”

“Ten seconds,” he said. “What?” she asked, confused. “You have ten seconds to hide,” he said. “Then I will seek you out.” “Your fantasy is hide-and-seek?” she asked. “No. My fantasy is the chase. I am going to hunt you, and when I find you, I will bury myself so far inside you, the only thing you’ll be able to say is my name.” She tilted her head to the side. “Will you use magic?” “Oh, this will be much more fun with magic, darling.” “But this is your realm,” she protested. “You will know everywhere I go.” “Are you telling me you don’t wish to be caught?” She smiled wickedly and, without another word, vanished. He remained in his room, counting to the throbbing of his cock, and when he reached ten, he followed after her. He found her in the garden outside his palace, hiding beneath a willow. She looked wild and beautiful, her eyes

burning with lust and delight as she pressed into the trunk of the tree. Her gaze raked his body, tracing every hard part of him. He felt it like a physical caress. “I’ve thought of you all day,” he said darkly. Her eyes gleamed as she pushed away from the tree, luring him deeper into the garden. He followed, eager for his prize. “The way you taste, the feel of my cock slipping inside you, the way you moan as I fuck you.” She turned toward him as she reached the garden wall, and he trapped her beneath him, leaning close. “I want to fuck you so hard, your screams reach the ears of the living,” he said, leaning over her. As he spoke, their lips brushed, then he felt Persephone’s tongue caress his mouth. “Why don’t you?”

He wanted so many things—to blindfold her, to bind her. He wanted her submission. “Tell me.” “That part of me wants you praying for my cock. Writhing beneath me as I pound into you. Begging for my come to fill you.” Her eyes were so dark, they were ringed only with a thin circle of green. “How do you prefer to receive prayer, my lord?” His head rushed and he almost forgot to answer, so distracted by the way she looked and the words she’d spoken, so willing to please. “On your knees.” She lowered to one, then the other slowly, and when her face was level with his cock, he gathered her hair into his hands. “Suck me,” he said.