visual of where he was.
Her emotions eased back from him when he’d left her, so there was that, he thought derisively. Now all he could think of was that he’d have one female for eternity. It kept playing in his mind. He needed to find a way to get her to accept him or it was going to be one long fucking eternity.
Pothos responded within seconds, concerned, Is Sacha okay?
A moment later his son reformed at his side.
“What happened?” His son’s tone was one of castigation, and Hades was in no mood. He glared at the boy before demanding, “Tell me about my female.”
Pothos stared at him for long moments before shaking his head. “I told you… Now start from the beginning.”
Hades bit out the entire thing, not leaving out any details.
Pothos groaned and ran both hands over his head. “Damn it. Why can’t you comprehend the concept of too much fucking information? Don’t tell me that shit. Fuck me, this is awkward.” His son took a deep breath and Hades shook his head.
“I’ll never understand your issues with sex.”
Pothos growled. “If I have any issues, it’s the fact that my father has no problem whipping his dick out at the slightest breeze. I don’t need to imagine any of that going on with Sacha. Sacha is like a sister to me, and now I’m hearing about you almost fucking her and what she smells like and shit.”
“Issues,” he gritted out as his son bit out more expletives. Sex was beautiful. Females were intoxicating, or they always had been. He closed his eyes as he rolled his tense shoulders. The need was getting stronger, and his actual soul fucking thrummed as if he needed to get closer to her now. None of that could be good, and he didn’t have the ability to even question his sister, to see what would happen if this wasn’t fed. His female said she wasn’t denying it, but he wasn’t so sure.
The last thing he had time for was dealing with why his son had something against pleasure.
“Wait. You soul bonded her when she was fucking asleep?”
“Yes,” he bit out. Did everyone forget he was a God? His wings flexed in the wind and he tried to control the need.
“We asked if you touched her.”
He growled. “And I hadn’t.” His son wasn’t helping. He ran his hands through his hair again, wanting the long mass gone. It irritated him.
His son just stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. “Shit.” A beat passed. “Okay, give me a second.” Another moment slid by until Pothos finally added, “Sacha is logical. That’s where you’re lucky. But, fuck, I told you she was born in Apollo and Hermes’ labs.”
Hades nodded in agitation. His son had said that, but it had been while Hades was concerned with getting to Sacha. He hadn’t considered what that meant.
He was now… And his breathing sawed out as tension filled the space between them.
P waited a beat before speaking. “Okay, this is not going to be pretty since I don’t think you know what being born in the labs means.” Hades felt tension pull every muscle tight. Need slowly morphed into something else, something ugly, as Pothos spoke. “Sacha was born a slave. I think she was there for at least several decades. I don’t know details of what she went through there and that’s her fucking story. I do know what the general order of things were. Young were taken at birth and raised in warrior camps after their family telepathic links were severed. When you reached your majority at twenty years old, you were sectioned into groups based on skills—servants, warriors, guards—but they were all required to submit themselves for breeding. The females started with Apollo and Hermes before being passed to the guards.”
Hades’ vision burned crimson as fury ripped through him. Knowing of his brother’s methods for building his army in theory was one thing, having it painted like that while imagining Sacha was too much. His wings flexed wide as tension and a blinding need to kill filled him.
Her emotions eased back from him when he’d left her, so there was that, he thought derisively. Now all he could think of was that he’d have one female for eternity. It kept playing in his mind. He needed to find a way to get her to accept him or it was going to be one long fucking eternity.
Pothos responded within seconds, concerned, Is Sacha okay?
A moment later his son reformed at his side.
“What happened?” His son’s tone was one of castigation, and Hades was in no mood. He glared at the boy before demanding, “Tell me about my female.”
Pothos stared at him for long moments before shaking his head. “I told you… Now start from the beginning.”
Hades bit out the entire thing, not leaving out any details.
Pothos groaned and ran both hands over his head. “Damn it. Why can’t you comprehend the concept of too much fucking information? Don’t tell me that shit. Fuck me, this is awkward.” His son took a deep breath and Hades shook his head.
“I’ll never understand your issues with sex.”
Pothos growled. “If I have any issues, it’s the fact that my father has no problem whipping his dick out at the slightest breeze. I don’t need to imagine any of that going on with Sacha. Sacha is like a sister to me, and now I’m hearing about you almost fucking her and what she smells like and shit.”
“Issues,” he gritted out as his son bit out more expletives. Sex was beautiful. Females were intoxicating, or they always had been. He closed his eyes as he rolled his tense shoulders. The need was getting stronger, and his actual soul fucking thrummed as if he needed to get closer to her now. None of that could be good, and he didn’t have the ability to even question his sister, to see what would happen if this wasn’t fed. His female said she wasn’t denying it, but he wasn’t so sure.
The last thing he had time for was dealing with why his son had something against pleasure.
“Wait. You soul bonded her when she was fucking asleep?”
“Yes,” he bit out. Did everyone forget he was a God? His wings flexed in the wind and he tried to control the need.
“We asked if you touched her.”
He growled. “And I hadn’t.” His son wasn’t helping. He ran his hands through his hair again, wanting the long mass gone. It irritated him.
His son just stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. “Shit.” A beat passed. “Okay, give me a second.” Another moment slid by until Pothos finally added, “Sacha is logical. That’s where you’re lucky. But, fuck, I told you she was born in Apollo and Hermes’ labs.”
Hades nodded in agitation. His son had said that, but it had been while Hades was concerned with getting to Sacha. He hadn’t considered what that meant.
He was now… And his breathing sawed out as tension filled the space between them.
P waited a beat before speaking. “Okay, this is not going to be pretty since I don’t think you know what being born in the labs means.” Hades felt tension pull every muscle tight. Need slowly morphed into something else, something ugly, as Pothos spoke. “Sacha was born a slave. I think she was there for at least several decades. I don’t know details of what she went through there and that’s her fucking story. I do know what the general order of things were. Young were taken at birth and raised in warrior camps after their family telepathic links were severed. When you reached your majority at twenty years old, you were sectioned into groups based on skills—servants, warriors, guards—but they were all required to submit themselves for breeding. The females started with Apollo and Hermes before being passed to the guards.”
Hades’ vision burned crimson as fury ripped through him. Knowing of his brother’s methods for building his army in theory was one thing, having it painted like that while imagining Sacha was too much. His wings flexed wide as tension and a blinding need to kill filled him.
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