Chapter 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

W ork was a bitch tonight and instead of going home, I head for The Giving Place. I know Hades isn't expecting me before tomorrow night at the earliest, but I just can't face my apartment and a night by myself.

Saturday nights are always our busiest, but tonight was something else. Someone spiked a shitload of drinks and there were kids dropping like flies. The cops got called in and one of the kids didn't just pass out but nearly died. It was a fucking mess. At least the security cameras caught the guy doing the tampering and the last I heard, he's in custody. I just know I'm so keyed up I won't be able to sleep for ages and I need to fight and fuck until I'm too tired to think, or stay awake.

And if I'm being brutally honest, I want to wake up tomorrow morning in Hades's bed, with him wrapped around me.

I have a toothbrush here now, along with a couple changes of clothes. It just makes life easier. I still give as good as I get, and one of these times, I'm going to catch Hades on an off night and win the battle for domination. I keep telling myself that anyway.

I knock on his door, then try the handle, but it's locked. I bang on the door again. "Come on and open up already."

The door swings open, Hades standing there in his robe and nothing else, looking like I woke him up. Too bad for him.

I have to give it to him, despite having obviously been asleep and not expecting me, he doesn't miss a beat. He just grabs my arm and pulls me in, then pushes me up against the closing door and takes my mouth in a hard kiss.

I push at his shoulders and bite at his lips, already feeling the tension easing some. I push some more, and he moves backward a step or two. I keep shoving, keeping him moving. I don't care that he's letting me. This is exactly what I need.

We eventually wind up in the bedroom and he tears my T-shirt off. The sound of the material ripping sends a ripple down my spine. Yes.

Then he shoves me on the bed, and I bounce and glare up at him. He stares back and shrugs out of his robe so he's standing there gloriously naked, his cock hardening. When I don't move to take off my jeans, he lets one eyebrow go up.

"If you're just going to stand there, I'm out of here," I tell him, sitting up, my feet on the ground.

"In your dreams." He pushes me back down and puts one big hand in the middle of my chest, holding me down as he pops open the top button of my jeans, yanks the zipper down. Then he drags them off me, my cock bouncing back up toward my belly as it's freed.

"You're going to have to beg for anything else you want tonight," he warns me.

I shake my head, but my mouth is already opening, the words popping out. "I need you to fuck me." I can pretend to not want to bottom some other night.

Nodding, he reaches over for the lube and tosses it next to me. "Prep yourself. And then I'll fuck you through the mattress."

I grab the lube and slick up my fingers, because I need him too badly to snarl and growl. I need him to make everything else disappear.

His fingers slide across my chest, and he flicks my right nipple. I hiss. I swear, they're still sensitive from Tuesday. He spent the entire morning playing them with his fingers, with his teeth.

He stands and I frown. "Where are you going?" I'll have myself ready in seconds and I need him focused.

"Nipple clamps and maybe the cock sleeve."

I shake my head. I just need the fucking, nothing else.

"Yes. You may have asked nicely—for once—but I'm still running the show." He tilts his head. "Of course, we could forgo the clamps if you let me pierce your nipples." It's the same thing he says every time he brings out the nipple clamps, and I always tell him no.

So, I look him in the eyes and I take a deep breath and I tell him, "Go for it."