Hecate's Spell (Monsters and Gargoyles #7) - Lacey Carter Andersen Page 0,1
also substantial in a way the souls of the dead never are. He is something...different from the other creatures that come down here, but neither of us know what for certain. And yet, when he steps back I see that he’s still shirtless, wearing ragged and torn pants, his chest and back on display for all to see the marks of his disobedience. No longer even given the respect of a guard, with a uniform, but clothes that show his shame each and every day.
He hangs his head, and I wait.
Hades steps in front of him, his smug smile spreading his lips. “How is my witch?”
I glare at him, curling further around my knees. His dark hair is neatly slicked back, and he practically glows with godly health and beauty. But what’s worse, he’s wearing a black-and-grey striped suit with bones woven into the collar, finely tailored and perfectly clean. Which pisses me off to see, when Andros and I look like we do. I’d grown accustomed to being naked, but I still hate when Hades sees me like this. One day I swear I will be the powerful first witch again, and Hades will have to look at me on even footing.
“Well?” His gaze sweeps over me.
“Just enjoying another day in paradise.”
His teeth clench together and his eyes flash with rage. “Truly, what is it going to take to break you? I had a demon impregnate you. Your daughter ran away and left you behind. And I’ve made the man you love torture you. Is there nothing that will destroy your spirit?”
I shrug. “Your breath is pretty damn cruel.”
He swears. “I was going to ask you to entertain some friends today, but I won’t have you embarrassing me. Andros, beat down that spirit of hers, any way you’d like. As much as you’d like. But before my guests leave, she will come to me, and she will be submissive.”
“A cruel ruler with a tiny dick can hope,” I say.
Hade’s eyes hold death. “And if Andros can’t break you, I’ll bring someone to break him.”
“Like I give a shit,” I say, but we both know I do.
Hades turns and walks away, and I look up to see Andros standing frozen outside of my cell. His face is that of a man in torment. No doubt he’s trying to think of a way to torture me and not hurt me. We’d been here too many times before.
“He didn’t specify what you have to do to me…” I say.
My words linger between us, but I say nothing more. There are too many ears in this prison. Too many skeletal guards making certain that everything runs the way Hades wants. Besides, Andros and I know each other too well after so long of loving each other and so few opportunities to say the words aloud.
He moves closer, and I hear the jangle of his keys in the lock. A second later, he opens the door, and even though the hinges are old, they’re soundless. He stands in the doorway to my cell looking down at me, such raw pain in his eyes. I still can’t believe that with all my powers I can neither free us nor take away his shame at having to be my jailer.
Slowly, he closes the door behind him, and I try to rise, but stumble. He’s there in an instant, catching my arm, then pulls me against him. His heat instantly wraps around me, and I groan and press myself against him. His hands rub my skin, which is peppered by goosebumps, and I can feel his rage at the state I’m in. But he says nothing, just continues to use those magic hands of his to wash away the cold.
These are the only moments when I’m warm. When Andros touches me. It’s not often, but I crave him. I crave his heat and his gentle touch, and the feeling that for just a few moments, I’m not alone.
I lean forward and kiss him, and the instant I do it’s like a wall breaks from between us. His mouth presses against mine, hard and desperate. And it takes everything inside of me not to moan with pleasure, but we both know that we have to stay silent in moments like this. If anyone finds out he’s fucking me, they think it needs to be against my will.
Knowing our time is limited, I undo the button on his pants and slide them down. A shudder wracks his body when