Page 63 of Hell’s Weapon

“I am in charge here,” he commands in a low tone.

I can’t help the way my heart rate accelerates at his dominance. I could still turn the tables on him but maybe I don’t want to. Being trapped underneath his barely leashed feral side is making certain parts of my anatomy spark to life and the thought about seeing this predator unravel blossoms in my mind.

“Last I checked, I was in Hades’s inner circle, you’re just his top guard dog.” The taunt lands as I expect.

Garrick moves my wrists from my chest to above my head, stretching my arms to the max to avoid my horns. The move lowers his upper body until he’s hovering over me and the air between us crackles with electricity. I swear I can feel the static prickling my skin even through our clothes.

“I’m not a fucking dog,” he growls, eyes narrowed to slits and setting alight.

“Really? You seem pretty brutish to me.”

“Shut up.” A full body shudder rattles through him as his control frays.

“Make me,” I dare him.

He snaps as his lips come crashing to mine. It’s the detonation I was hoping for. His tongue is hot and commanding as it forces its way into my mouth. His hips press me into the desk, his cock growing hard between us. I grow wet between my legs just as quickly.

It feels inevitable, all this tension we’ve been growing, all the snarky remarks and incessant irritation has led to this, us taking it out on each other’s bodies.

Using his claws, my top is ripped down the centre to expose my chest to his pawing hands. Thankfully, he retracts the sharp nails before he grips my breast in his hand, taking a full handful and squeezing deliciously before pinching my nipple through the fabric of the bra still covering them.

I haul his shirt up and over his head, our lips breaking apart so I can pull it clean off his body. He takes the opportunity to remove my ruined top and bra too.

Drinking him in, he really is a sight to behold. Miles of olive skin stretched over clearly defined muscles. Pecs and abs that tense under my gaze, making me want to lick every inch of them.

His smouldering gaze looks as lust drunk as I feel as he drinks in the parts of my body on display for him. Having gotten rid of his top, I move my hands back to behind my head. Happy for him to take control in this scenario.

“You’ve got three seconds to back down,” he drawls, hands coming to the waistband of my prison trousers.

“If you stop now, I may just kill you,” I tell him, already panting with anticipation.

Correctly taking my threat as consent, he rips away the rest of my clothes, leaving me naked and spread out on his desk.

His eyes catch on the garland of roses and belladonna on my thigh and he traces the ink round to the dagger on the outer side with the pad of his thumb. “Is this ink from one of the witches?”

“Morgana,” I tell him quickly, growing agitated at his distraction.

His eyes widen, their focus shooting to my face instead. “That must’ve cost you a pretty penny.”

“Worth every coin, and I’ll show you how it works if you don’t get inside me in the next few seconds.”

His hand swings before slapping the side of my ass cheek, just behind the dagger etched into my skin. The pain radiates straight to my core and sucks the air from my lungs.

“I am in charge here, Goddess.” The feline snarl is back in his voice.

He may well think so, but he complies to my request by unzipping his combat trousers and taking out his cock.

I don’t get a chance to look at him before he’s thrusting into me to the hilt. I cry out at the intrusion, only remembering the wider flared head on his cock, a signature attribute of his species, as he pushes it deep inside my body. The drag backwards as he withdraws has me crying out in surrender, the width dragging on my walls in the most delicious way.

Moving my hands to grip onto the edge of the desk above my head, the panther between my thighs sets a punishing rhythm, one hand pushing my tattooed leg towards my chest to ensure he gets as deep as possible. The other palm comes back to knead my breast.

Twisting my nipple once more, but harder this time, I cry out again as pleasure and pain mingle in one delicious mix that sends my vision blurry.

“Have you forgotten, Goddess, what it’s like to fuck someone with demonic powers? Have you been taming yourself with those humans?” Garrick’s voice does something to my brain. Whilst my body takes his onslaught and coils ever tighter, his words give me an anger filled clarity.

Launching myself upright I stretch one hand forward, gripping his throat with my talons. “Don’t bring them into this.”

“Protective, are you?”