Chapter Three

Hadeon

As soon as I step into the clearing, that sweet aroma of honeydew and vanilla invades my nostrils and I inhale deeply. A human female lies on the floor, a male astride her writhing body as she kicks her legs weakly.

"It's the scariest night of the year. According to the books, if we make a sacrifice on All Hallow's Eve we get a wish from Hadeon himself."

Her hand strikes his face, and the man looming over her lets out a roar and slams her wrists into the ground.

Kill him!

He's touching the last one on my list, wanting to kill what's mine and I can't let that happen, she's mine, not his. Taking out the other three men on silent feet, they don't make a single noise as I slit their throats with my claws and drop their bodies to the leaf covered floor.

Feast on their flesh.

The last man hasn't even noticed my presence, instead his gaze remains on her face, her eyes closed tightly. It's only when I loom over him that he feels me, his head starting to turn. I thrust my fist through his back, eviscerating his bones and organs before it punches through the other side. His blood rains down on her alabaster skin and I want nothing more than to lick every inch of it from her.

When her eyes reopen, they focus on my bloody fist and her scream echoes around the forest and I bask in the sound. Wrenching the human male's body away, I don't even bother to look at where it lands as I drop to my knees beside the screaming woman. My hands reach out to her, touching the bare flesh of her leg, my heart constricts and I gasp out a shuddering breath.

Mine.

Any thoughts of killing her now seem fleeting, the need to rip her life away a distant memory. I want to worship every inch of her body, to smell her, to taste her, to fuck her.

"Oh sweet, goddess," my words come out with a raspy breath. "How I want to bathe in your scent, to feel you all over my flesh."

Her stuttered sob draws my attention to her face, tears track down her pink cheeks. My finger swipes over the liquid, bringing it to my lips, my tongue darting out to taste her and I groan.

"You taste like the finest wine, I want to savor you forever."

"What are you?" she questions.

No one has ever asked me that question, instead too scared to speak other than to beg for their pathetic lives. The human male was not wrong, a sacrifice on All Hallows Eve in my name will grant you a single wish, but it will also end in your death. The female intrigues me more than anyone else has in my two thousand years.

I sweep her up, cradling her in my arms. Sliding her down the entire length of my body, my arousal clear as she slips over my hard length, ripping a groan from my clenched teeth. When her feet touch the ground and she holds herself up, only then do I release her from my grip.

My huge body towering over her tiny form, her head barely reaching my chest. Bending at the waist, I lean in close, her breath shudders as my lips brush over the shell of her ear and she lets out the smallest of sounds.

"I am your King, and you shall be my Queen."

When I stand up straight again confusion has spread across her features, her wide eyes staring up at me. The fear that once permeated her scent now softens. Stroking the tips of my claws over her pale skin, she shudders and the sweet smell of her nectar mingles with the honeydew and vanilla.

"Do you not fear me, my Queen?"

"You don't scare me, you saved me from the real monsters," her eyes flit over the bodies surrounding us before she takes a step towards me.

Her slender arms wrap around my waist and her head comes to rest between my pectorals. The thrill of her touch has my cock jumping, thumping between the swell of her breasts. She breathes out a trembling moan, the hot air glancing over my chest. I want nothing more than to lay her down on the forest floor and spread her wide, see if she tastes as good as she smells.

"I would burn the world to the ground for you, my Queen," my long fingers thread through her hair, brushing through the strands. "I'd rip your enemies limb from limb if they dared to touch what was mine."

Her body shudders against mine at my words, her head tilting up, I drop my chin to look at her. Her eyes are black with lust, any fear in her gaze has completely disappeared. Her hands trace over the flesh on my arms and little sparks of electricity send all the fine hairs on my body upright. Taking a step back, she moves lower down my limbs, lacing her fingers with mine and I marvel at how small her pale hands look in my large gray ones.

Her inspection isn't over yet though, she squeezes my digits before moving her hands to my torso, mapping out every dip of my abdominal muscles all the way to the v between my hips. Her tongue darts out and licks her lips, how I want to feel that muscle as it wraps around the bulbous head of my cock.

"It looks different to a humans..." her words are but a whisper in the air.

A pang of jealousy threatens to tear me apart, and my hands turn into fists. "I will tear out the eyes of any man who lets you see his cock, before I take that from him too. He'll choke on it before I let you near it."

A slight smile curls up the corners of her mouth, pleased at my words and I mean every single one of them. Her hands move lower and I think she’s going to wrap them around my throbbing length but instead she reaches under me and cups one of my balls in each hand. Squeezing them tight until I bite out a groan, my cock bounces up, hitting my stomach.

"These are like humans though," she says.

"I can show you many things about me that aren't human, all you have to do is ask..." I pause for a moment, I don't even know her name.

"Darcy."

"My sweet, Queen Darcy. At least now I know the name to cry as I empty myself deep within you."

"Is that so?" she quips, her thin black eyebrow raising questioningly.

"It is a promise, my love."

"Then show me."