The week flies by in a blur. Miles is still ignoring me, so I haven't invited him back into my bed, and Aphelion left Wednesday to go and speak with his father. Zeus wasn't happy to learn from Hermes that Aphelion had called off his engagement to Hilda without consulting him first. From what Beckett had told me, there was no tension between Thor and Zeus and talks of an uprising.
Speaking of Beckett, he and I have encountered a hiccup in our relationship. He still despises Luka passionately, and I want nothing more than to spend time with him, even if he is my professor. Beckett claims it's the bond we've formed that is causing me to want to be near Luka. But I have a feeling it's more. Before our magic bonded, I felt an unexplainable connection to my professor. I want to get to know him on a more personal level. Beckett has outright forbade it. Hence the standstill in our relationship. It angers me that Beckett feels like he can control me, but I won't go against him. If thereI AM SHOCKED when I open my eyes; you know how the books describe the underworld as dark, devoid of all life, and ransacked by restless souls? Yeah, that’s an outright lie. Instead, the underworld reminds me of Venice. From what I can see, four great rivers run through the underworld, and they’re joined together by a fountain that seems to be located right in the middle of the kingdom. Further off in the distance, I can see a castle made entirely out of white stone, although there are green vines with purple flowers that run up the palace walls. Beside each river, there are signs indicating the towns; Acheron, Cocytus, Phlegethon, and Lethe. Each city was designed differently than the rest. “Will we have time to visit the towns?” I ask Samael after admiring what I could see of the underground.“If you wish to look around, I’ll take the time to do so.” Samael replies, “But first, let’s go to the castle. Once we get settled in our rooms, we can head to the archives; the
Once again, I was in awe of the underworld. The archives were set up like a vast library, similar to the one Belle was obsessed with in Beauty and the Beast. The shelves started six inches off the ground and went until they reached the vaulted ceiling. Each bookcase had ten frames, and the bookcases were lined up side by side from one long wall to the next. Each shelf was lined with leather-bound books; glancing at them; I could tell they were arranged by title and publication date. The titles of the books were written in a language I couldn't decipher. Still, Samael seemed to know what he was doing as he walked to the far right corner of the library, grabbed one book, and then went to the opposite corner on the left side, holding another. "Are you coming?" He asked, looking back at me as he began to descend a spiral staircase that I hadn't noticed before. "Not yet, but I will be soon," I muttered under my breath before I plastered a smile, following Samael down the stairc
"You want my blood?" Katrina asks me, looking at me as if I'm crazy. "I just need a little bit," I respond. "Just enough to coat the crest in front. Katrina glances at the front of the book; there's a small shield pictured above the book's title. The shield is the emblem of the demon race, with the four demon leaders portrayed on it. "I'll just prick your finger with a needle, and then you just have to rub it over the crest," I reply as I turn my attention back to Katrina. A few minutes ago, her cheeks were flushed pink from her recent orgasm; now, those same cheeks look pale. "Are you okay, Katrina?" I ask as I tuck my thumb under her chin and have her look up towards me. "I...I'm... fine." She stutters, "It's just, needles scare the fuck out of me."Now it's my turn to give her a skeptical look, "But you have multiple piercings." I responded. Her face makes me feel like I've kicked a puppy. She's fidgeting with her hands, and I can tell she's nerv
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the sweat dripping down on my face as I concentrated on controlling my heavenly light. I knew my power wouldn't kill Samael, but I was still nervous that I would harm my mate. "Katrina, I can feel your anxiety from over here. Your magic will be uncontrollable if you don't calm your nerves." Samael said, stating the obvious causing me to roll my eyes in annoyance. "Could you just leave the room for a minute?" I asked, knowing if I weren't worried about hurting him, I would be able to control my powers. "You need to learn how to control your powers around others, Katrina. Now is the perfect time to practice. I am a God, babe. A full-blooded God, your power, while it'll hurt, I will heal quickly, especially with my mate nearby. Just breathe and concentrate on the book." Okay. I can do this. I took a deep inhale, 'Katrina, you are a badass. You can do anything you set your mind on.'I slowly exhaled as I pointed
“I have to go check on something in Acheron. I’ll leave you here to get ready.” I said, smiling down at Katrina as we stopped at my bedroom door. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Katrina asked as she ran her fingers through her beautiful blond hair.“It’s official business within the underworld kingdom. I can’t take you with me until you’re legally considered the Queen of the underworld.” I lied, hoping she wouldn’t be able to tell. “Oh, Okay.” She replied, not bothering to hide the disappointment in her voice. “There’s something for you on the bed; I want you to wear it tonight for dinner,” I whispered into her hair and pulled her towards me, giving her a tight hug. Her face lit up with a smile at my mentioning of a gift, making me wonder how often she received gifts growing up, probably not very often. That would be something I would be rectifying. I will shower my little mate with gifts for the rest of her life. I watched Katrina wal
I felt my cock stir to life as Katrina glided down the stairs. She was more beautiful than I remembered, her beauty seeming to manifest daily the more she came into her powers. Samael had picked out the perfect attire for her. She was wearing a skin-tight black halter dress with a sweetheart neckline that emphasized all of her curves; the dress sat just below the mid-thigh, showing off her long, lean legs. Her beautiful blond hair was down, styled in loose waves. She had outfitted the dress with a pair of black pumps and a leather choker with a charm containing the crest of all four kingdoms, some might call the jewelry cute, but I saw it for what it was Samael laying claim on his mate. He'd collared her and marked her as his and his cousins. I glanced over at Samael, sensing me looking at him; he turned his head to look at me. I glanced up at Katrina's choker and then glanced back at him, raising my eyebrow, questioning his jewelry choice. Samael just smirked at me in response
Dirty, filthy, erotic thoughts soared through my brain as I sat at the dining table, sitting across from Persephone and Hades, with Luka and Samael on either side of me. Jack would be proud of the images and different scenarios running through my head. Thoughts of Samael sucking Luka off, while Luka went down on me, devouring my juices, of Samael fucking Luka, while Luka fucked me, of both of them inside of me, taking me together, with just a thin layer of my skin separating them. Luka nudges me on my side, causing me to look over and glare at them. "Persephone was just asking how you were getting on at school," Luka whispers. "Sorry, this food is amazing; I was just in a blissful daze, enjoying the tantalizing flavors of this meal," I reply to Persephone. Her face lights up with a smile; I know she spent most of the day preparing this meal, "No worries at all, Katrina, I am glad you're enjoying the meal. Sometimes I feel like my efforts are wasted on these men.
I glare at my father across the table as Luka leaves the dining room to check on our mate. "What the fuck was that?" I ask my father as the door shuts behind Luka. "DON'T TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME, BOY," Hades yells, his body bursting into blue flames as he ignited with anger, reminding me why he was king of the underworld. My fire burned just as fiercely as his, my anger growing at his audacity to tell me to watch my tone. "YOU INSULT MY MATE AND THEN EXPECT ME TO RESPECT YOU. YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING CLICHE." I yell right back, my flame growing more significant with each word. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Hades asks me, scowling with discontentment. "Everyone knows the story of you and my mother. Everyone knows that Cronus disagreed with your pairing, yet you defied him. Mother isn't your true mate. She is just the woman you chose to fall in love with. Yet you still went against your father. You're a cliche because you're just like him, no matte