AURORA
“Do you think Medusa can do it?” I asked Ares after all the other alphas filed out of the meeting room.
Ruffles sat in the chair beside him, furiously licking her back after one of the alphas petted her the wrong way.
I nervously stared out the large glass window and rubbed my hands together. “I don’t know the extent of her power.”
And … Pax was right.
We didn’t know what was down in the underworld. Medusa had told us that horrid things happened to those people in stone and that some of them didn’t come back. How would Ares and I go down to the underworld to fight when we had a baby we needed to raise? Our little girl would be in so much danger—and even more so if Hella found out about our pup. Hella might try to kill her.
I shook my head to get rid of the thought.
We’d eliminate Hella before she ever had the chance of hurting anyone in our family or in our pack again. I didn’t care what we had to do; we would do it to protect our family and our home from the monsters and gods like her.
Ares slapped the wooden table with his palm. “Sit up here and talk to me.”
After arching a brow, I hesitantly jumped up onto the table, kicked off my shoes, and rested my feet on his thighs, my mind still reeling with hesitant thoughts. Whether I was pregnant or not, Ares and I had to go down to the underworld. Out of everyone here, we knew the most about these hounds, and we were the strongest wolves to grace this land.
While I wasn’t quite sure what that scar on his chest meant, the Malavite Stone swayed with power in my back. If I didn’t go, every one of those alphas, their warriors, and their packs would die from hound attacks.
Ares rested his large hands on my knees and rubbed them gently. “You’re worried.”
I stared down at his sculpted face and brushed my fingers over his chiseled jaw, my heart. “We don’t know what lies in the underworld,” I said. “For all we know, we could be putting ourselves into more danger.”
“Hmm,” Ares said, trailing his fingers up the inside of my thigh and under my skirt, disappearing inside my panties. “What else do you have on your mind, Kitten? Let me help you relax a bit.”
“Ares,” I said, glancing over to my left at the large window that anyone could look right into and see what we were doing. “Can you not do this right now? This is serious.”
Ares rubbed two fingers against my clit. “I’m listening.”
“What if someone comes in?”
“They’ll see me fucking my mate, and I’ll have to kill them for it,” he said as if it were no big deal, as if he would just kill someone for me. He slipped two fingers inside of me, and I squeezed him. “You’re so tight for me. Does that make my kitten excited, seeing her mate defend her honor?”
I pressed my lips together, feeling his fingers thrust in and out of me. “I … we need to talk about this right now,” I whispered, trying to think straight. But his fingers were so long and rough and big that I couldn’t quite think about anything other than his promise to me earlier—that he’d fuck me today.
“I’m listening,” Ares repeated, staring up at me with golden eyes, his lips parted slightly.
My pussy clenched, and I closed my eyes for a brief moment, fingers curling around the edge of the wooden table. “If we need to go … to the underworld, we need to go … talk to … Medusa.”
“We will.” He curled his fingers right over my G-spot, hitting me at just the right angle.
I tightened more and took a deep breath to try to hold back my moans.
He grasped my jaw in his other hand, his thumb massaging my clit. “We’ll go tonight. Or will you be too sore to move after I fuck you?”
I parted my lips slightly, desperate to form coherent words.
“Lost for words, Kitten? Do my fingers feel that good inside of you?”
Ruffles took one glance at us, scrunched up her nose, and walked out of the room, her little butt swaying back and forth. She pushed the door closed behind her with her paw, leaving me alone with my beast.
Barely able to hold myself together, I pursed my lips and nodded.
“Are you going to purr for me when I shove my cock inside of this snug pussy?” Ares asked, taking my pussy lips between his two fingers and squeezing gently.
My core tensed even more, and I nodded yet again, knowing that my mouth would betray me if I opened it. I could just feel the moan in my throat, waiting to come out the second that I parted my lips.
“Use your words,” Ares commanded, golden eyes glowing even more intense by the second.
He massaged my G-spot with his two fingers, and I tensed up at the feeling. So close … I was so fucking close.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He curled his fingers one last time inside of me, and I moaned, unable to hold it back.
After he pulled his fingers out of me, he stood and stuffed them into my mouth. “Tell me how your sweet cunt tastes on my fingers,” he said, unzipping his jeans with his other hand.
When he tugged me to the edge of the table, I gasped. Ares just stuffed his fingers deeper inside my mouth until they nearly hit the back of my throat.
“Suck off all your juices, Kitten. Be a good girl for me, and you’ll be rewarded.”
I wrapped my lips around his fingers, sucked myself off him, and closed my eyes, moaning at the taste. Ares slowly pulled them out of me and unleashed his cock from his briefs, pushing his head against my sopping wet entrance.
“Do you want your reward?” he asked, rubbing his hard dick in his hand against my clit. “Hmm? Do you want to feel good, Aurora?”
“Yes, please,” I whispered, clenching.
“You’ve made me wait all day for this pussy. The least you can do is beg for my cock.”
Glancing down between us, I whimpered at the sight of pre-cum Ares was brushing against me. Covered in glistening juices, the head of his cock moved back and forth against my clit, making me desperate.
“Give it to me,” I begged.
“Oh, Kitten, you have better manners than that.”
“Please, Alpha. Give me your big, fat co—”
Ares pushed himself inside of me, seizing my hips and pumping furiously. The pressure rose in my core, his lips capturing mine. I curled my fingers into his chest, watching his scar glow an even brighter red, and found myself remembering something so faint, so distant that I almost didn’t think it was real.
My fingers had been curled into his chest with this sanguine-colored scar before, his thick muscle under my fingertips. He’d had his arms around me, holding me tightly to his bloodied chest and whispering about slaughtering anyone who came close to us.
“I’ll pierce my spear right through their hearts for you, Kitten,” he had murmured in my mind. “Only for you.”
“Ares,” I cried, coming closer to the edge of a blissful orgasm.
“Come for me,” he murmured into my ear.
I threw my head back slightly, still in that long-forgotten memory, and moaned softly as the god of war destroyed all our enemies with a bloody spear and his savage, bare hands.