Eve
I blinked as it stared right at , through , my pulse spiking.
A growl pulled out of the haze of astonishnt, but it was not from the wolf. It was from Hades himself.
I seed to return fully to my body, to the present, to him.
Hades was breaking.
I could feel it—his body trembling above , muscles locked tight with strain, breath ragged against my skin. He was losing the fight. Against himself. It was no nornal. He was fighting against the monstrous, all-consuming hunger that had gripped him.
I could see the changes in his eyes; they had grown fully red-black.
It had returned.
But he was still holding on. For .
His forehead pressed against mine, his hips rolling deep, slow—controlled, but barely. Desperate. His pleasure was a punishnt, a plea, a worshipful tornt.
A sound tore from his throat, wrecked and raw. A growl—no, a prayer.
"Please... don't... be afraid of ."
The words barely made it past his lips, his voice guttural, strained as if he were physically fighting the darkness unfurling beneath his skin. Black veins pulsed along his arms, creeping over his chest, glowing with eerie shadow-light.
He was unravelling.
But I wasn't afraid.
His thrusts deepened, dragging against every nerve ending inside , lighting up my body with molten heat. I gasped, my back arching, the pleasure sending into a spiral.
Gods—it was too much.
Not just the way he was inside —stretching, claiming, possessing—but the weight of him. The desperation in his grip. The way his lips crushed into mine, not just kissing but taking. Devouring.
My nails raked down his back, and he jerked, a groan ripping from him. His hands found my wrists, pinning them above my head, pressing deeper into the sheets, holding in place as his swelling cock drove into harder. Each ti I believed I was filled, it only enlarged, reaching deeper into spots that were yet to be explored.
My walls responded, strangling his cock, every rigde and vein drawing out every drop of pleasure.
"Red," he gritted out, his forehead pressing to mine. "Fuck—you're so perfect."
A shudder racked through him.
I felt it the mont he slipped.
His body locked up, his thrusts faltering, his grip turning almost bruising. The black veins pulsed—thicker, darker—spreading like cracks in his skin.
A snarl broke from his lips, this ti deeper. Not just Hades.
Sothing else.
Sothing darker.
A howl ripped through the room, vibrating through the air like a shockwave. It wasn't from Hades.
It ca from within him.
The mont the sound crashed into , I felt it.
A shift.
A pull.
Like the fabric of reality itself had warped between us, twisting, coiling. Like sothing ancient had just woken up.
Cerberus.
I knew its na. Hades' wolf.
A deep, three-toned snarl echoed through my mind, rattling my bones, thrumming through every cell in my body. A calling. A demand.
He was looking for sothing.
For Rhea.
The mont his na surged through my mind, a pulse of unbearable heat exploded inside .
I cried out, my body arching violently, pleasure detonating in sharp, uncontrollable waves. My skin burned. My veins sizzled with fire.
Hades growled, his fingers digging into my hips, slamming down onto him, to the hilt, pleasure exploding in . The knot at the base of his cock swelled, locking us together.
Gods—it was too much.
I gasped, my mind blanking, every nerve alight with sensation. The thick, heated stretch of his knot sent a delicious ache spiralling through , a wave of pulsing, relentless pleasure that made my vision blur.
But beneath the carnal intoxication, sothing deeper stirred.
My nails dug into his shoulders, my body tightening around him, my pleasure colliding with his in a fevered, uncontrollable storm.
Hades snapped.
His hands wrenched my thighs apart wider, forcing to take him deeper, fuller, his thrusts turning frantic, brutal, wrecked. He was no longer himself. No longer controlled.
"Mine," he growled against my throat, his voice layered—his, but not his. Hades, but sothing more.
The knot throbbed inside , and I felt my body respond.
Sothing achingly familiar, Sothing powerful.
Sothing returning.
The heat inside transford, twisting into sothing wild, sothing untad. My body trembled, every muscle clenching as my mind split—torn between reality and sothing else entirely.
And then—the howl.
A second one.
Not Cerberus.
.
Hades stiffened, his eyes snapping to mine—black and gold, blown wide with shock.
I barely understood what had happened, but I felt it.
The mont my orgasm hit , the mont my body fully surrendered to him, to the knot, to everything—
Sothing inside answered back.
The pressure in my chest burst, a rush of energy crackling through my veins like lightning, like fire. My vision blurred, shifting, overlaying—two realities colliding.
And standing inside that fracture—
My wolf.
Crimson eyes gleaming, standing tall with a predatory grace.
I gasped, my nails biting into Hades' shoulders, pleasure, and sothing otherworldly tearing through at the sa ti. My body shook, my nerves frying, the sheer intensity shattering every last thought in my head.
Hades crushed his lips to mine, his body rigid, his own pleasure overtaking him violently. A shudder wracked through him as he spilt inside , coating my walls with his hot release, his knot locking us completely, keeping his seed inside.
But his gaze stayed fixed on .
Wide. Stunned.
His breathing ragged as he murmured, "Red… what the fuck just happened to you?"
I couldn't answer.
I could barely think.
But in the reflection of his blown pupils, I saw—
My own eyes.
Glowing. Amber, but burning brighter, specks of red slowly showing and spreading.
Not human.
Wolf.
This ti, it was not just a glimpse or a flash of her presence. It was her, truly and surely, almost tangible, I could feel her fur brush against my mind, soothing and reassuring.
Tears welled in my eyes as it dawned fully on . She was coming back to . Like she promised.
"You will survive, Eve," I recalled her last words to . "I will make sure you do. We will et again." Her past words resonated in my mind as the present clashed.
Hades wiped my tears, kissing gently. "Do you feel her?"
I could not speak, I could only nod.
He kissed then, slow, longingly. whispering promises unto my lips.
Then a voice—my voice—whispered through my mind, laced with sothing eternal.
"Close your eyes, my dear," Motherly, knowing, like I rembered. I could never have forgotten. "Do not let him see what we are just yet. It's my turn."
I felt Hades bury his fangs into the tender flesh of neck, pain stoking the flas of pleasure anew as Rhea pounced at the sa ti that Cerberus did. It was ti for the marking.
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