Wolf Dominion Volume 2
Chapter 3

Ninety seconds later, Hades opens our door – as five freed Wolf Dominion women run down the hall, he brings me Luxor’s head. Metaphorically at least. There is no head but there is enough blood marking his robes to show he did a bloody kill.

Hades is glaring as he slowly and gently shuts his door, while I smile.

“Go to bed,” he suggests.

“No,” I smile wider, “I’m going to fuck you.”

Now Hades smiles as he throws it back at me, “Nooo.”

Wait.

I open my mouth, but no sound comes out.

Hades explains slowly, “I have a rule, never to take what I desire most – I always ruin it, if I get it, I don’t want it anymore. And I want you a lot. You have my protection. Nothing else.”

“You desire me so you won’t…” I trail off… how embarrassing. But at least I asked.

“Mmm,” Hades growls his no as he watches me turn around to the bed he propped up in a corner for me, while he had a slightly larger bed for two. That he never used. With my back to him, walking stiffly to my bed, he starts to chuckle. What was so funny? I don’t ask, although, he just answers, “…your braids…” he drawls, “…you missed a bunch at the back, you only did the front… what are you, blind? You’d be terrible in bed, wouldn’t you Ryder. Why did you go to Luxor’s door tonight…?”

“Trying to socialise,” I ignore everything else he said, as I strip to my underwear with him behind me in the open space. We weren’t much for privacy. I pull back my blanket and sit on the sheets, with nothing but my black panties on. I meet his eye, after he’s taken off his bloody outer robe, hanging it up, “Of course when I try I walk right back into more slavery.”

“Bad luck,” Hades isn’t much of an empathetic fuck. I look to my blanket as I lie down, depressed as I pull it back over me and twist to give him my back, “It’s not an insult. It’s really just bad luck. Try again.”

I ignore him entirely now.

Hades strides over and with bloody hands he thrusts my blanket off me, proceeding to kick me out of my bed.

I twist and kick him back with my own legs but he’s boot does the trick, making me avoid the dirt and blood, I jump out of bed to stand instead.

“What do you want now?” I hiss.

“You’re so defensive, fuck me,” Hades turns around and walks over to one of his favourite lounges. A single concave chair, like a pillow throne. He reclines and pats his lap, “Sit, pet.”

I know he just says that to annoy me, so I say nothing.

I delight him by walking over and I sit on his legs, reclining with the soles of my feet into one arm of the chair.

Hades relaxes with me sitting on his lap.

Now he says nothing.

He just detangles my shitty rushed braids and leaves the eye charcoal on without fussing too much.

“You never said you couldn’t keep me warm,” I state dryly.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

Hades watches my expression carefully as he admits that.

My eyes nearly pop out of my head.

He tries so hard not to laugh again.

“Really?” I ask, a little awkward.

“Your cute face. Shit. I sometimes lie, fuckwit,” Hades cringes a bit on that last word, so he tries saying, “Sweetheart,” instead, he reaches up a hand and uses his hand to cup my cheek, “…relax.”

I can’t take him seriously.

I close my eyes, I feel like I’m about to explode with my sexual temper.

I breathe in once, and I can’t take it anymore.

I grab his wrist and shove it back into his side as I pull up and lean into his chest to kiss him myself.

Hades pretends to recede back, but soon a dark noise vibrates out of his throat as he submits to my kiss. His hands replace their mark on my hips, digging in nice and rough.

I lean up further, my mouth not leaving his as his hands run down my thighs with my panties, and he discards them quick.

I suck in a tight breath as I pull away from him to dive my hands down to his pants, but his hands beat me to it, freeing his hidden shaft, hard and ready.

He sits back and waits, as I stare at it wantonly.

Fuck.

I slowly hold his elbows now, digging in my fingers to steady myself.

As I look up slowly to catch Hades’ green sparkling cheeky gaze, I pounce back from the chair, backing up, holding my left arm with my right hand, digging my nails in to feel some pain to distract myself.

Hades just stares at me, confused.

“Sometimes I like to lie,” I throw it back in his face. I’m really trying not to smile sadistically.

“You really waited three months to try that out on me?” Hades asks, his tone is dry now, “Acting out revenge on all the Alphas who took advantage of you? You look crazy.”

My heart thumps hard, “I am crazy,” I agree with him, “It never left – what they did...”

“Then go to sleep,” Hades doesn’t back down.

“I-I’m just teasing you,” my voice cracks and my lower lip wobbles with a surge of emotion. Hades immediately stands.

I freeze.

“This is your attempt at seduction?” Hades asks, his lip curling back with a snarl.

Yep?

I was trying. Then getting confused. Scared. Then going hot, then cold and then –

“…I’m trying to forget,” I state to him, “Can you help me?”

“Help you,” Hades turns around in a circle, as if offended, “Fuck you bitch, use your hand – I ain’t helping you by bending you over.”

Wait – what was happening? He – he wasn’t happy with that?

I asked for help – oh, maybe I shouldn’t have gone down that road. I don’t expect tears to burst through, but I hiccup trying and failing to keep them in.

Here they come.

I immediately put my head in both my hands to hide my face as my first sob escapes.

A few seconds later I feel Hades’ hand on my arm, as he murmurs, “About time,” and he marches me over to his bed instead, “Lie down,” I just kneel on the bed, too confused to obey entirely.

Hades kicks off his boots and excess clothes. Scooping me up, he rolls into bed with an arm around my waist, he holds me tight and close while I cry for about three seconds and swiftly lay my heavy head down on his chest, my cries turn into slow steady breathing.

That quick.

I didn’t know touch was this powerful.

Exhausted, but held tight, I fall asleep.

Thankfully, Hades doesn’t fuss anymore about it.