Page 77 of Hades

My queen was fucking ruthless.

“I’d also like you to meet my dad.”

“I would love to,” she told him.

“Tomorrow, then,” he said, backing his chair away from the table.

“Oh, okay,” Lettie said as he wheeled himself away.

I pulled Lettie from her seat and started down the hall, Cerberus right beside us. My hand wrapped around hers. Possessive. Claiming. My blood pounded through my veins, hot and demanding. I wasn’t sure what we’d do with the dog, but he wasn’t watching me fuck my girl.

“Apollo told you about his sister?” I asked, knowing he didn’t talk about her much. His dad had told Kronos and the other founders about her when he joined the club. Coeus had been trying to help find her ever since he joined, but every lead hit a dead end.

“Yes.” The back of her hand smacked my chest. “You should have said something. I’ve been telling everyone to call me Lettie, and it’s probably tearing him apart every time he hears it.”

“Why? Her name was Colette.”

She stopped moving and gaped at me.

“He used to call her Lettie.”

“I didn’t know that. He never told us.” The words came out rough. Guilt twisted in my chest. I should have known. Should have paid more attention. Should have made the connection.

“I hate that he might be in pain every time he hears my name. I think everyone should call me Violet instead.”

We stood in front of the door to my room. Only officers and their guests had access to this part of the building. As far as I knew, Isis was the only whore who’d ever been up here because Zeus was a fucking idiot.

I’d never fucked Echo or any of the other whores in here. Once you let them into your room, they started getting ideas about a property patch on their back. That would never fucking happen.

“Apollo will be okay.”

“Brock, you don’t know that. How can hearing the same nickname every day that he chose for his baby sister, the one who disappeared, not hurt?”

“Every day? You plan on being here every day?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her against me. Reveling in the feel of her body pressed to mine. Her soft curves and warm skin. Her hands roamed over my chest as she smiled.

“Maybe not every day.”

My lips pressed against hers and she let out a soft sigh that had my dick aching to be inside her. Throbbing. Demanding. I loved the whimpers and moans that came from her when I kissed her, when I touched her. I couldn’t wait to hear the sounds she’d make when I fucked her. When I buried myself so deep inside her she forgot her own goddamn name.

My lips never left hers as I pulled the key from my pocket and opened the door. We tumbled inside, a tangle of limbs. I lifted her up, kicked the door shut, and carried her to the bed.

Where I found Cerberus taking up most of it.

“Baby, I love the dog, but he can’t watch me fuck you.”

She giggled and wiggled until I set her down. She walked to the door and opened it.

“Wache!” she said, and Cerberus jumped off the bed, trudged out into the hall, and lay down outside the door. It clicked shut, and she leaned against it with a seductive smile.

“You gonna leave him out there all night?”

She nodded.

“Will he wander away?”

She shook her head and rolled her lips between her teeth.

“Why the fuck are you still over there?”