Drag Me Down

mine

Hades was being a downright jerk. He kept picking on me for questions.

“What does mythology mean?”

“Why do you think this happened?”

It was driving me mad. So I started answering half heartedly and talking to the guy on the other side of me. His name was Bryce and we had two classes together. We got along pretty well.

Bryce nudged me and he asked, “so what’s up with you and the sub Prof?”

“What do you mean?” I replied.

“He’s been staring at you pretty much the whole time.”

I looked up and saw Hades staring at me and Bryce, knuckles pressed against his hands.

Hades called my last name, “Ms Day.”

He asked me, “What happened to The Titans according to Hosé?”

I snapped back, “I think you should know the answer to that, professor.”

“See me after class.” Hades commanded.

Class finished on time, and Tilda said she had to meet her boyfriend for lunch. I nodded and she winked at me as she left me alone to the face the sulking giant.

Once everyone was gone, Hades closed the door, bolting the lock.

I turned to him, dropping my glamor after what had been years.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. I wanted to look intimidating but Hades was far more heart stopping.

“Just looking for what’s mine,” he flashed his set of canines and stalked to me like a predator.

Before I could get another word in, his lips were on mine. He gave me a brandishing, almost bruising reunion kiss. I arched my back as his lips left mine to nibble along my neck.

“I hate seeing you have fun with another man in my presence,” he growled.

Hades bit down on my neck, nipping and licking.

“I’m not yours,” I tried saying. He pulled back slightly, his eyes golden and bright.

Slowly, he placed his hands on my thighs and spread them. Hades stepped in between my thighs and my eyes widened. Heat flooded me as he ground his hips against mine.

I closed my eyes and clutched his shoulders, a shudder went through my body.

“Your body remembers me, doesn’t it? Now how many men do I have to murder for touching you,” Hades purred.

I hated how putty I was in Hades’ hands. It was like our bodies were made to be joined, connected.

I moaned as Hades circled my hips with his and I started to respond with similar movement.

But we were so different. He was night, I was day. And the memory of his hands soaked in dark red blood jumped into my head, sobering me.

I gave him a small shove, and his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at me. But he stepped away to give me some space.

“Hades, I can’t. I can’t do this.” I said.

“What is it that you can’t do?” Hades asked. His voice took on that powerful commander tone.

“Is it being with me? Is it being my queen? Or is it being my wife that you can’t stand?” Hades was so raw and honest with me. He ran a hand through his hair as he spoke, he was confused and hurt.

“I have spent the past three years agonizing on how I could find you.” He continued.

“Tell me Persephone. Why did you leave?”

I wanted to tell him everything. Wanted the comfort of his embrace, wanted the passionate love making, wanted the nights and days spent together forever.

But I couldn’t say it out loud.

Because I was under a pact that did not allow me to tell Hades. If I told him the truth of what happened the night I left, I would die.

I watched my husband, feeling the despair seeping into my bones.

As if he knew what I was thinking, Hades said, “I don’t care. I don’t care what happened before. Please, Persephone. Come home.”

I shook my head, a tear slipping down my face.

“I can’t, Hades. Let me go.” I said.