Page 28 of Taming Winter

"Apollo is⁠—”

She cut me off by shoving my face into her cunt. "Did I say you could speak? Don't worry yourself with him, worry about me."

I didn’t protest. There was something so satisfying about having a witness to my degradation. Maybe I had some voyeuristic tendencies. As long as this view was only for me, I could give a shit less about the other immortal. I inhaled her sweetness, which threatened to drive me to my basest animal instincts. There was no tentative touching, my goddess wouldn't want that. Instead, I buried my face into her and pushed my tongue deep into her pussy.

Her moans caught the stale air and filled the sterile hospital room with fire and life. I purred my excitement for her pleasure, which was the sweetest reward I could ever dare ask for. I raised my hand to stuff her full of my fingers, but she batted me away.

"Only tongue. I'm going to use your face."

A muffled whimper left my lips. Her using me was the sexiest fucking thing to ever echo through my ears. Urged on by her feral words, I tilted my chin back to hit deeper.

"Fucking let me go, you psychotic monsters!" Apollo's shriek cut through my ecstasy like a hot knife through butter.

Hades didn't miss a beat. She reached over my head and grabbed something off the counter. A familiar flash of silver caught my eye as she turned and shot Apollo in the chest with my Beretta. "Shut up, pig," she snarled.

A laugh erupted from me. I leaned back, the sound of my cackles blending with Apollo's cries of agony. Hades turned to me with my gun still in her delicate fingers. The sight was nearly enough to make me burst. She pointed it toward my temple with a slack grip. "What are you laughing at, pet?"

Something about the barrel of my own gun being pointed at me by the woman I was pleasuring was sexy as hell. As though she were punishing me for the blood that still stained my soul. Fuck, I wanted her to. Torture at her hands would be so godsdamn sweet. I shifted until the barrel pressed against my head. "You are the fiercest, sexiest thing on the planet. I'm quite certain I was made to worship you."

A softness swept through her expression, and the pressure against my skull lessened. She was a goddess, but there was still that broken piece of her that came out in moments like this. I hoped to one day fuse those little broken bits together, if only to give her the strength to turn everything around her to ash. I hoped I'd exist long enough to see that.

That sweet part of her disappeared as quickly as it came, and her feline expression returned. She pressed the cold steel to my forehead once more. "Get up, handsome."

I almost argued with her, begged her to ride my face until I was soaked in her pleasure. Her tone left no room for negotiation, however. She wanted me obedient—wanted me to be her good boy. I scrambled to my feet, straightening mere inches from her.

Her fingers buried into my curls, and she pressed her lips to mine. The taste of her tongue mixed with the sweetness of her pleasure was everything. I groaned and my hips jerked, desperate for friction. The moment my hard length pressed against her, she pushed against me with a sharp click of her tongue. "The only pleasure you get is what I give you, don't you remember?"

My body shuddered at the implication. I wasn't sure I could handle her edging me, especially now that I wasn't bound by her words. The pain and suffering of the past several days had me longing for relief and distraction. Yet I nodded, desperate for her to touch me, even if it meant torment at her hand.

Nails scraped over my exposed, blood-soaked skin, starting at my chest and moving down. Goosebumps blossomed in her wake, each movement causing me to twitch and whine. Then she plunged her hand into the band of my pants and freed my throbbing cock. She gripped me tight enough that I was teetering between bliss and agony, just how I wanted it.

Then she stroked me, holding her vise-like grip from tip to base. I curled over on myself, unable to stop a sharp moan from leaving my lips. I moved to hopefully bring her pleasure while she worked me, but she swatted my hand away with her free hand. "Hands on the counter."

I obeyed her, afraid to do anything that would make her stop. She tutted, then brought her free hand to my balls and squeezed. The moan that left my mouth was more animal than human. My fingers dug into the countertop until ice shot across its surface in a spiked sheet. She rolled my balls in her palms while still stroking me, and I was certain sparks danced in my vision.

"M-master," I whined. "I'll come."

A sharp bolt of pain lanced through my shaft, ripping a sharp gasp from my throat. "You won't come until I tell you to.”

She smacked my cock. Why was that so incredibly sexy, and why did I want her to do it again? I didn't have it in me to ponder such things when I was teetering on the edge of finishing, which would not please Hades. I focused my eyes on hers, where they were burning into me with all the fiery intensity she held. She smirked. "My dirty boy, did you like that?"

I tossed my head back in pure bliss when she smacked it again. She chuckled. "I think a century of torture has corrupted your mind, Thane. And I love it."

She leaned in and slid her tongue over my jawline, then bit me hard before speaking. "I'm going to use your cock to get off, and only then will you be permitted to finish. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Master," I groaned. My eyes locked with the chained immortal across from us. His jaw was clenched, certainly fearing another bullet if he spoke, and his eyes overflowed with hatred. I smirked. I hoped the sight of us turned him on, the lust tainted with the fact that he would never again experience pleasure like this. No, my goddess would leave him in the pits of Tartarus to rot for an eternity. Not only for killing hundreds of innocents but also for threatening her. I'd replace the fury as his torturer if I had the chance.

She spun us and braced her hands on the countertops, but I held back. "Not this way."

"Are you arguing with me?" She glared at me over her shoulder.

I shook my head. I pressed my cock to her ass and slid my hands over her thighs, basking in the feeling. "He'll see too much from this angle. I'm the only one who gets to see your pussy."

She raised an eyebrow at me and straightened. "Says who?"

"Says me," I responded without pause. My gaze flickered from her eyes to her luscious lips that I wanted to sink my teeth into. "You own me, mind, body, and soul. I will worship you for eternity. In return, if another man sees your beautiful body, I will rip his eyeballs from his skull and feed them to you. And I swear upon the River Styx, if a man touches you, I will flay his flesh from his bones and drink his blood."

Her eyes darkened, and her lids lowered. "Are you making another deal with me, pet?"