Luna shook her head and he could practically taste her fear. “No, my lord.” She bowed her head and stayed as still as a statue.
This was how it should be—all his minions fearing him, jumping to do his bidding. Soon the inhabitants of not only his world, but the earth as well would be his to command.
Luna stood before him, head bowed, looking every inch the seductive beauty. Only he could see the creature beneath when he chose to. Right now, he chose to see the image she projected and motioned her forward. “Come.”
Luna hurried forward and fell to her knees in front of him. Behind him and off to his left he heard Mordecai snort under his breath. He knew the warrior looked down on the other inhabitants of Hell and the way they bowed and scraped to Hades. The warrior was proud and thought himself above the other minions. That was fine, for now. When Hades was finished with him, he would make Mordecai bow and scrape and beg. It was something to look forward to.
“Leave us.” Hades waved a hand at Mordecai. The warrior had enough sense to bow and back out of the room. He was too smart not to pay some lip service to his new master.
When Mordecai was gone, Hades motioned to Luna. “Come here, my pet.” He motioned to the thick bulge in his pants. “I have a slight problem and you have such a talented mouth. When we’re done, you can tell me everything you’ve learned about the warrior and the writer.”
Luna’s hands were eager as she pulled down his zipper and released his cock. Then she closed her hot mouth around his thick shaft. Hades gripped her head and thrust deep, making her gag as she took his entire length. She made a slight sound of pain, which only served to fire his blood. He liked some pain with his pleasure, as long as it was his partner’s pain. He pulled his cock back and drove deep again, fucking her mouth hard and fast.
Leander didn’t like seeing Araminta upset, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. He considered himself lucky that she wasn’t screaming for help or calling the authorities. Not that he could allow her to do either, but it was a sign of her courage that she did neither.
Her skin was so soft, her body conforming to the much harder lines of his as he leaned forward. He could smell her arousal, but it was tinged with the bitter scent of fear. He gave a low growl and nuzzled the curve of one of her spectacular breasts.
Her hands were on his shoulders, but they weren’t pulling him toward her. They were trying to push him away. He swallowed his disappointment and raised his head.
Her lips, swollen from his earlier kisses, were damp where she’d licked them. Her eyes were wide and slightly glazed with passion.
Leander gave a growl of pleasure and started to lower himself again. Settled between her thighs as he was, he could feel the dampness of her pussy against his chest. His cock was harder than a metal spike. One touch of her soft hands and he would come.
“Wait.” She pushed again and he growled louder. She quivered beneath him and fear filled her eyes. He wanted to roar his displeasure to the world.
“What is it?”
She licked her lips again and he almost pounced on her. If she did it again he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions. The animal within him was riding too close to the surface. The lion wanted to claim his mate and so did Leander.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why not?” A horrible thought occurred to him. “Do you have a mate?”
“What?” Araminta appeared confused and she shook her head. “No. I don’t have a husband.”
He gave a purr of satisfaction, leaned forward and nuzzled her exceptional breasts again. “Then what is the problem?”
She grabbed him by the hair and tugged until he looked at her again. He sighed and resigned himself to talking when he’d much rather be stroking her silky skin and tasting the sweet cream between her thighs. He raised an eyebrow in question and waited.
“Shouldn’t we be going? I mean, Hades and his minions are probably here in the hotel. I don’t want to be a TSTL heroine.”
He frowned, trying to understand what she was saying. “TSTL?”
“Too stupid to live.” She gave an exasperated sigh. “You know, the heroine in a novel who takes the time to make love to a total stranger even though the devil himself could come through the door at any moment.”
Totally chagrined, he leaned back. The worst part was she was absolutely right. They needed to get out of here as swiftly as possible. “I could make it quick.” He couldn’t quite squelch the hopefulness in his voice.
Araminta burst out laughing. “You are totally incorrigible.”
“Two minutes,” he promised. He was so ready to come it wouldn’t take any longer than that. “I’ll take much longer next time.” His voice became a low growl. “I promise.”
He reached between her spread thighs and lightly brushed her clit. She almost shot off the bed.
“You’re close too. I can make you come.” He pulled back and buried his face between her thighs, not wanting to give her time to think, to object.
His roughened tongue found the sweet bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex and curled around it. This time, when she tugged on his hair it was to pull him closer. He wanted to roar with pleasure but settled on teasing the sensitive nub with his tongue, licking it, flicking it.
She rolled her hips toward him and tightened her thighs around his head. “Leander.” His name on her lips almost made him come right there and then. He knelt on the bottom of the mattress and lifted Araminta, sliding into her in one quick stroke.
Her pussy clamped around his cock and she screamed. Her vaginal muscles rippled around his shaft and hot, silky cream bathed him as she orgasmed. Leander gritted his teeth, pulled back until only the head of his cock was barely inside her and drove inward again. She felt better than anything he’d ever experienced.
He wanted it to last forever but knew he was done for. Two more strokes and he came.
His orgasm started low in his balls, shot up through his shaft and out through the tip. He bit his bottom lip to keep from roaring with pleasure. That would probably wake everyone on the hotel floor and bring someone, probably hotel security, knocking on the door.
He didn’t know how long the pleasure lasted before he collapsed on top of her. He’d never felt so content in his life. He nuzzled Araminta’s neck, smelling himself on her. Possessiveness rose within him like a great, roaring beast and he knew in his soul there was no way he’d ever be able to let her go.
Araminta lay there, totally stunned and too spent to move. Leander hadn’t been kidding when he’d promised her it would only take two minutes for them both to come. Normally she was lucky to have an orgasm after a lot of foreplay, and then it wasn’t always a guarantee. Two minutes was a personal record.
She shivered as she remembered the sensation of his tongue lapping at her clit. It was rougher than a regular tongue, like very fine sandpaper. It didn’t hurt, but it was certainly stimulating.
Her orgasm had hit so quickly she hadn’t had time to worry about whether or not they would even fit together. Leander was rather large, in all ways, and though intellectually she knew her body would stretch to take him, in reality she hadn’t been at all that certain his cock would fit inside her. But he’d slid into her like he was made especially for her. He’d filled her completely, stretching and dominating her in one stroke, her body teetering on the edge of pain. But she’d adjusted quickly and her twinge of fear and discomfort had quickly turned to pleasure.
His heart pounded against her chest and his breath fanned hotly over her neck. It was pleasant to lie here, spasms of pleasure spilling through her, their bodies still joined. But it was also stupid. They needed to get packed and get out of here.