Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“But what if they are loyal to the gods?”
“They won’t be.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because our powers, our education, it is what keeps us independent. Free. None of us want to be used as puppets. None,” he added, sensing my uncertainty.
“What if the witch or warlock is being held… magically?”
“They won’t be. The closest thing to magic you will find is, for example, if Poseidon was keeping a warlock under the ocean in an air bubble. Or Hades keeping someone surrounded in flames in the Underworld. But if this is just Nyx’s siblings, my best guess would be this person is only being kept through mental torture.”
“How the hell can I get them free then?”
“You take them. Grab them and take them as far and fast as possible. The connection will break. Then, once they recover a bit, they can tell you how to free Nemesis.”
“They have to be keeping them inside the estate. They almost never leave.”
“Well, they are gods. One would assume they are lazing about, drinking, fucking, all the usual self-indulgent shit.”
“Okay…”
“Drug them.”
“With what? I can’t imagine some Special K in their drinks is gonna cut it.”
“No,” Arick agreed. “How is the veil between this plane and the Underworld right now?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, when you were sucked through, it was from a witch’s spell, correct?”
“Yeah, that’s my understanding.”
“Is it still working that way, or can you just… go there? Seems like the veils are very thin right now.”
“Okay. If they are thin, if we could go down, why would we?”
“The River Lethe. The waters from it cause people and gods to forget who they are. Or there are Underworld Poppies that would cause severe hallucinations. Either would work slipped into their drinks.”
“You want us to go down into hell, get some water or flowers, drug the gods, steal their warlock, and then free Nemesis? What the fuck will these gods do to us once they know what we’ve done?”
“The answer to that is easy enough. Don’t get caught.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Nox
I’d never felt so comfortably warm in my entire life. It was all around me. It was under me.
On a little mewling sound, I snuggled closer to it.
“Take all you need from me, shadow girl,” Daemon’s voice said, soft, sweet.
It was then that I became aware of his hand drifting up and down my back, toying with my hair. Soft, chaste little touches meant simply to soothe.
But fire ignited in my body, making a pressure start in my core that quickly became a dull ache.
“Up?” Daemon asked, feeling me shift uncomfortably.
“Don’t wanna be,” I admitted.
“No?” he asked, rolling me until my back was against his front, his legs crooked under mine, making his hard cock press against me.
There was no stopping the needy whimper that escaped me, or the way I wiggled back against him.
That sexy little growling sound moved through Daemon as his hand slid around to slip under my shirt.
His warm touch against my skin had a shiver racking my system.
His fingers moved up over my belly, stopping only when his hand closed over my bare breast.
My whole body shuddered at the intimate touch, my nipple pebbling up and pressing against his palm.
“You sure?” Daemon asked. “Seems like you like being awake right now.” His other hand pressed between my thighs, feeling my heat, my wetness, the proof of how much I was enjoying being awake. With him.
“We can’t,” I objected, but as his finger and thumb started to roll my nipple, I was quickly losing my objections to hooking up in a semi-permanent space. Within a moment or two, I was relatively sure I wouldn’t care if we had a whole viewing party.
“Sure we can,” he objected, his lips meeting my neck as his hips rocked his cock against me.
I wiggled back until his hardness was pressed against my cleft. Close to where I needed him most, but not quite giving me what I needed.
“Arick is in his sound room.”
“His… what?” I asked, my voice breathless as his hips rocked into me as I wiggled backward.
“Sound room. Soundproof, so he can meditate with his singing bowls. He can’t hear anything. He’ll be gone for hours.”
My only answer to that was another needy moan as his fingers pinched my nipple, then twisted just to the point of pain.
His hand released my breast, dragging a grumble out of me.
A little chuckle escaped him as he rolled me onto my back, then leaned over me.
Yanking up my shirts, he sucked the same nipple into his warm mouth as his hand went to my other breast.
“Yes,” I whimpered, holding his head against me as he sucked in little strobes.
He moaned around my nipple, making my sex clench hard.
But then… then… something felt different as his tongue slipped out, teasing around my nipple.
“Daemon?” I asked, my voice high as I stiffened.