The Power of Hades (The Hades Trials, #1)

by Eliza Raine

This was getting really fucking weird.

looking for the asshole who'd fucked my day up so tremendously.

'No. Fucking. Way,' she said slowly.

'Hades is going to lose it when he sees you. But I guess that's what you get for pissing off the Lord of the Gods. Fucking idiot.'

Fresh laughter welled out of me, my ribs starting to ache as I leaned over, pressing my hands on my knees.

She let me laugh a while longer, tears streaming from my eyes

Likely because she was a figment of my own imagination and I'd invented her for exactly that reason.

Panic fluttered through me, threatening to derail my new attitude adjustment.

'Uhuh. Now, we need to do something about your hair. And eat some cake. You'll feel better.'

Of course I'd give myself powers in this mad fucking fantasy. Why wouldn't I?

The smoke was nearly solid now, but not quite, the form before me translucent and fluid and featureless.

They were silver.

Nearly killing you was definitely not ideal. But

My mind flashed to what sex with a man made of smoke and death would be like. Probably significantly more kinky than I was used to.

Purple lightning began to fire around him, sizzling into the marble, but I held my ground. At this point, what did I have to lose? If I really did have to begin these Trials today, I wasn't going to start by being bullied. I glared at him as the purple lightning flashed closer.

'The gods wiped you from Olympian history. Only they, and a handful of lower gods from the underworld, like me, know you ever existed.'

'Dunno. Is it this that's causing the issue?' He thrust his hips forward, flicking himself at me and I spluttered as my cheeks reddened.

'I doubt that. He just told me never to talk to him again.' 'Which is angry-man-god-speak for: I'd very much like to have sex with you.'

Hades was definitely one bad boy too far.

a distinctly Greek vibe about it.

'It matters not who I am, Persephone, but who you are.'

Shame fizzed through me again. You're a failure and everyone knows it.

Mostly I ignore the gods, and concentrate on my own shit.'

'No. I'm inclined to let your frustration build a little longer. I think watching you-' he paused, eyes boring into mine, 'explode,' he said slowly, and every muscle in my body clenched, 'would be very pleasurable indeed.'

The goddess of pleasure with the god of dreams. I bet that lead to some seriously epic sex.

To my astonishment, Hades chuckled.

I felt separated from my own emotions, and I knew I was being kept apart from something more important than anything else I knew. Was it him?

This time I saw more than a flash of silver. Hades solidified, and I swear, my knees actually went weak, like I was in a slushy romance novel.

don't know what I'd expected Hades to look like under the smoke, but my gods, it wasn't this.

He kept the orchid alive for you. It's all he had left.

Did I tell you about the time Dionysus tricked Poseidon into having sex with a tree?'

Something deep and true and almost painful flowed through me and I grasped unsuccessfully at the feeling.

I desperately wished Hecate was there to high-five me, or at least Skop to call Minthe something rude, but the surge of pride I felt was enough for now. I knew her sort through and through.

Our lips met, and fire exploded in my core. Pleasure engulfed me as his tongue snaked between my lips, and desire so strong that I physically ached completely took me over. I pushed my hands into his hair, pulling him into me, desperate to taste him.

I couldn't think straight as I entwined my fingers in his hair, his lips moving back up my neck.