Scarlett's Letter (Touched by a God #1) (15 page)

“Keep doing what you’re doing, Rouge.  Yeah, that’s…it…damn.”

One thing that he had learned from all that had happened was his Rouge loved having the opportunity to control their time together. Well, shit, if it was going to be like this every time, then he’d relinquish control whenever she fucking wanted him to.  Whatever she’d done, he could feel himself growing a little more in her mouth and knew it wouldn’t be long.  It took everything in him not to pump forward.  He didn’t want to risk hurting her.  What he was feeling was much too much for him so he grabbed hold to her shoulders and used his ability to move her to the counter.  He could’ve gone to the bed, but he wasn’t patient enough to exert that type of energy.  As soon as he had her on her side, he slammed into her.  He pulled complete out of her and hit home immediately after. 

“YES, oh, Aides, again.  Please.”

Hades wasn’t going to refuse her, especially not after the ultimate release he was about to have.  Whatever she’d done had caused him to not let go when he’d wanted to at first.  Now, he could feel new muscles in his body clench and contract.  His relief was coming soon and he couldn’t be more ready for it.  Sweat was dripping from her body.  He felt her walls close around him and the feeling made him want to howl at the moon.  It felt so good to have her heat surrounding him.  The smooth glide of every stroke had him almost pleading for mercy.  It was beautiful to feel this good with the woman you loved.  He circled his hips and drove in deeper.  He could hear her moaning and begging him to go faster. 

Hades smirked to himself.  His beautiful Rouge thought she was still in control of things.  He leaned onto the counter, changing the trajectory of his drive to hit that pleasure center that would cause her to scream out.  Yeah, he wanted that scream.  He wanted to know that he was the one that brought her to the brink of madness.  His left hand palmed her right breast.  His thumb strummed her nipple and she whimpered.

“I can’t. Please, baby…”

Whatever she was about to say wasn’t able to be said because he’d hit his stride.  He’d stroked her to the point of no return.  If she even attempted to talk, then she would be a stuttering fool.  He’d done that to her.  His chest puffed up a bit and he soon followed her off the Orgasmic Pinnacle Cliff.  Those were her words, not his own. He’d overheard her talking with her friends about it.  What he was feeling couldn’t be classified as having done anything else.  He placed soft kisses to her shoulders.  It was all the energy he had left at the moment.

“I didn’t…know…that a god…could get…winded.”

“Rouge…baby.  I don’t know...exactly what…you did to me…but a god usually doesn’t.  I…never have…before.”

They stayed in that uncomfortable position for another few moments before he lifted her into his arms.  His lovely lady, his Rouge fell asleep in his arms as he bathed her in their bathroom, “swimming pool” is what Rouge called it. Hades hadn’t realized how much she’d integrated into his world until that moment.  Her quirky phrases had now become part of his repertoire.  After cleaning her body and his own, he’d dried them both then carried her over to their bed.   When her arm immediately moved to grab hold of his, he kissed her forehead and moved one of his pillows over to her front.  He didn’t plan on being gone long and he didn’t want to have her looking for him.  He had some research to do. 

Hades walked through his now silent house and enjoyed the fact that he would return to his bed and that gorgeous goddess would be waiting for him.  He was going to need to grab another photo of her when she was asleep and her hair was spread across the pillow.  The contrast of her fiery red hair and the charcoal color of the fabrics on his bed had him instantly ready to take her again.  It was even more pleasant to see her fuller breasts and her belly full with his growing seed.  He had one with her lying on her side and her hand resting on her belly, protecting their baby even in her sleeping state.  The upcoming photo that he had in mind was one that he looked forward to hanging in their bedroom or the master bath in the house on the Nether Land plain. 

Rouge would probably hate it, but he looked forward to being able to see that wonderful expression of her love.  There was no greater gift than a woman willing to carry the life of a child, your child.  He was happy to know that she was not only willing but enjoying every aspect of it.  He couldn’t wait to surprise her with her new home and the room that he had all set up for their son.  First, he needed to clear some things up. 

He stood in the gallery.  It was the room where he and his siblings agreed or disagreed on so many things.  Each of them had one in their homes.  The neutral ground allowed all of them to be in the same space without the ability to attack one another.  The walls had portraits and stone pieces throughout.  Some were collector’s items and others were just pieces that each of them enjoyed looking at.  A couple held an escape portal for just in case they were found and needed an easy exit.  He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.  There was a place that he wanted to be much more than where he was then.

“Brother and sister mine, I call you forth. I call on the link that connects us and request your presence,” Hades took a breath, smirked then continued.  “Bring your sorry asses on.”

“That sounded more like you, Aides.  It was nice to hear the old call come from your lips, but niceties aren’t your way,” Zeus stated as he arrived.

“Yeah, it was.  Odd as hell, but nice,” Poseidon added.

They waited.  It was always a wait when it came to his sisters.  Hera and Hestia usually took their good, sweet time appearing anywhere.  Considering the fact that Zeus was there, Hera might not even show.  They tended to not be in the same vicinity if it could be helped. 

“Hera sends her best and says she hopes you enjoyed the piece of knowledge that she imparted to the Mistress of the realm,” Hestia stated as she arrived. 

“Ah, that explains it.  I will have to find a way to reciprocate.  My
wife
needs to know that she is appreciated for the effort.  Now, did each of you touch my wife and “gift” her with something which in turn would also bless my heir with that ability? Anyone think about what having five gods touch might do to the life that is resting within her mortal body?”

Hades spoke his questions calmly, but he was far from calm.  Yet another sign of how she’d changed him.  If she weren’t so close to where he was, resting, then he would be doing everything in his power to tear this place apart.

“She is no longer a mortal woman, Aides.  The day she chose you, her first gift was given; the gift of immortality.  The day she said that she would bring your child into this world, this life, she was gifted with the gift of godhood.  The day that you touched her heart with your love, you gave her a piece of yourself and protected her from all of the beings that would come against you.  Those abilities will be transferred to your child.  Is that not something that you would have liked to have her have?” Hestia asked.

“I’m grateful for each of those.  I don’t know how I’m going to break the news to her, but I’m over the fucking moon that I have one less thing to take care of.  Still, the other things?” Hades looked to Poseidon.

“The other things, like being able to block you from following her for a time was just an added bonus,” Poseidon added.  “What? I get bored.  Hearing that you are aggravated because your mis…wife can’t be found is going to be something to chuckle about for at least a decade or so.”

“Add to it that she and the child can cloak themselves to hide from whomever they choose for an allotted time and we are going to quite enjoy ourselves,” Zeus chimed in, then actually, fucking chuckled.

“I will find a way for you two fuckers to understand what every moment of frustration I know, and will come to know, feels like.  Thanks for the gifts, assholes,” Hades responded with a bit of his frustration slipping into his tone.

His response only caused both of his brothers to laugh, deep, hearty laughs.  He could do nothing, but join in.  It was one of the first times in a long time that they were together and actually showing a semblance of affection for one another.  

“So, she is to be your bride, your wife and not just a mistress of the realm? This one is to be the one that is to fulfill the prophecy?” Poseidon asked as he studied Hades. 

Hades didn’t know what he expected. After a moment or two Poseidon nodded, giving his approval.  Hestia did the same.  A single orchid fell from the sky and he knew that Hera had given her approval as well.  All waited to find out what Zeus’ response would be.  Hades didn’t give a damn.  It was going to be done whether his little brother liked it or not.  The one that he cared to have approve it, had already done so.  Poseidon had already signed off on it and that was enough for him.

“You wish to have her added to the histories, to the family line.  It is not usually done.  Only the heir of the line is added,” Zeus walked away, then back again.  “Yours is not one that was expected to be fulfilled.  Say the word and it shall be done.”

“Word,” Hades and Poseidon said at the same time.

“Assholes.  Consider it done.  I assume that those were the only reasons you summoned our ‘sorry asses’ here,” Zeus asked.

At Hades’ nod, Zeus turned and made his exit. Hestia followed seconds behind him.  Poseidon looked at Hades and sucked his teeth.

“Good luck, brother. See you soon.  Tell your Rouge to let me know if she needs me to allow her the ability more often than just every full moon.”

When Hades gave him the finger, Poseidon guffawed.  His laughter was joined by another, softer laugh.  He turned to the doorway and found his beautiful wife standing in the silk, peach robe that he’d purchased for her. 

“Until next we meet, brother,” Poseidon called from behind him.

“Until then, brother mine,” Hades responded automatically without taking his eyes off of his wife.

“What brings you out here, lovely?” he asked.

“I tried to burrow into my husband, as I usually do before I fall into deep REM, only to find that I was completely alone.  I sensed you here.  I felt like there was a lot more going on with me than the standard power transfer that you said it was.  Now, I know.”

He must’ve looked confused because she continued, explaining what she meant. 

“Gods don’t exactly talk in soft tones, my love,” she continued.

“I’m glad we know.  It would’ve killed me not knowing what to expect.  I needed to understand what the possibilities were for the sake of our son.  I couldn’t rest not knowing.  Come. Now that we know,  I should be able to sleep next to my sexy as hell bearer,” Hades stated as he moved in front of Rouge.

He captured her lips with his own.  After a few moments, he began to pepper her face with kisses.  Rouge stepped back after he kissed both of her eyelids. 

“Hmm, sleep.  That’s an interesting concept.  Not exactly what I had in mind.  Hester didn’t teach me something that would just be a gift to you.  There is a little something that you can do for me as well.  Interested?”

Cute.  He didn’t think that he’d actually use that word to describe someone, but it just fit.  She looked cute standing there on her tiptoes.  No, she wasn’t just standing there. She was actually bouncing on her tiptoes. What a gift it would be to see a little girl with her hair and his eyes or his hair and her eyes?  It would be a beautiful thing to see with either combination.  He was a goner.  Hades knew he was lost to her.  He was planning a future with her. For the first time ever, he could actually do this.  Yeah, he was still leader of the underworld, ruler of a demonic army, but now he had Rouge and his son. 

“Always.  What do you have in mind?” he asked as he lifted her in his arms.

“Ooohh, well.  The one for me involves a fresh breath strip.  The other one for you has to wait for a while, but it does involve my favorite liquor: Amaretto.”

Hades couldn’t contain his laughter as he used his ability to take them to their room. 

“I don’t believe we will ever get bored as long as you keep being creative with things in our bedroom.”

“My Lord, I don’t believe we will get bored even without those things.”

“
That
, I will definitely not argue with.”

Hades looked into the blue eyes that had captured his soul and silently took a moment to be grateful for what he’d been blessed with.

“We should have more babies.  There should be a little girl in our family.”

“Yeah, we need to get this one out before we can do that.  You do know that, right?”

“Funny.  You want a little girl?”

“I want whatever and whomever is in our future, Aides.  Know that always.”

“I do.  I do know that and will always remember that.”

Hades kissed her lips then kissed her ever expanding belly.  In the past, he hadn’t dare to believe that a god’s dream could come true.  As he looked up into his wife’s loving eyes, he knew that his had.  They had come true in ways that he didn’t dare believe were ever possible. 

Epilogue

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hades realm, Home: scarlett

R
ealty and truth appeared to be interchangeable for Scarlett and Hades.  They’d come to a willing compromise that kept both of them happy.  Scarlett thought about all of her friends and what they had endured in the arena of love.  Her destiny had been chosen for her.  Her chosen destiny was not one that she ever thought it would be.  Who would have thought that after years of believing that she’d been dreaming, she would now be living the dream?  Aides, or Hades as he was known here, and Roman Alexander made her “sacrifice” worth all she’d had to endure to get where she was.

Bartong was long gone, thank goodness! She didn’t question what her man had done to get rid of the being that had held her, a pregnant woman, in a dank, dark dungeon.  Scarlett had been told that he had done things no demon had ever seen before.  Apparently, what was done to Bartong had been a newly invented form of punishment and torture.  It is said that Bartong’s screams had echoed through the same lair that she’d been held in for hours after his actual death.  Scarlett couldn’t find an ounce of sympathy for that type of being.  Not only had he endangered her life, but he’d threatened the life of her unborn child. 

There were nights that she still awoke screaming and in tears.  Her salvation came with the reassurance of Hades’ bulging, protective arms tightening around her as she struggled to come to terms with reality.  She didn’t think that he realized that he protected her even in his sleep.  Whenever she awakened screaming, she could feel the pull of his power as it surrounded them and their son.  If her screams awakened Rome, Qui’s nickname for her son, then the feel of his father’s power would immediately quiet him.  She rested in the knowledge that Hades would face off, even with his brethren to protect what was his.  A smile would always flit across her face when she thought about being his. 

Hades loved telling her that she belonged to him and no one else.  What seemed to be such an archaic statement before had grown on her.  The love that exuded from his very being when he spoke those words made her heart flood with warmth.  It also provided her with a feeling of belonging.  Someone was there to be hers.  She could call him her own.  He was hers just as much as she was his.  She felt it in their connection.  Scarlett knew that she would feel it even if they didn’t have the power link that bound their little family unit.

She was learning how to use her new abilities too.  Hades told her that she would have to be a fast learner because of the fact that their little Roman would be in command of his powers soon.  If she couldn’t control her own, there might be a chance that she wouldn’t be able to keep up with their child.  She thought about the stories that Hades had shared with her about some of the places that he’d been found when he finally found by Zeus and Poseidon.  They’d laughed and she’d beamed at the fact that she could share that with him.  It was also the day that they first heard Roman’s laugh.  How had a year gone by so quickly?  She had a one year old son and they were expecting another child in about three weeks. 

Scarlett and the peanut gallery hung out at the house that Hades had built for her.  She wasn’t allowed to stray too far without the protection of the demons, the ones that she could tolerate because they looked the most human.  It didn’t faze her too much.  It bothered the crew, but once she explained that it was the only way that they could hang out, they quickly got over it.  What was going to happen with them?  She hoped they would be able to find the bliss that she felt being with Hades.  If they could find what she had with him without having to go through all that she had to, then she would count them all blessed.  The day that she was touched by a god was a day that she would never forget and would forever cherish.  No more fear of the possibility of her not having a happy, united family.  With one touch, she was given the greatest gift of all.  Becoming Hades Mistress was a perk that no one would ever make her feel belittled or beneath another for.  She was the one hand chosen to walk by his side for eternity.  He was hers and not one stank she-devil could ever change that. 

“That’s right, baby! Yours,” he said as he rolled her naked body so that she was facing him. 

She giggled when his went to her waist and he lifted her to kiss her little pouch. 

“Greetings little one,” he kissed her belly again, then brought her back down over his body. 

“Hmmm, perfect,” was all she could say. 

“It is.  What would be even more perfect is if you slid over a little to your right and parted those creamy thighs about three more inches,” he requested.  “
Your
Lord speaks.”

“As her Lord wishes, your lady is willing,” she knew that he enjoyed it when she willingly complied.  His groan was response enough as the head of him touched her entrance.

“You will always and forever be my Lady, my bride.  Never…ever…just…my Mistress,” he punctuated every word with a kiss to a different area of her face.  The last was said just before he kissed her nipple. 

“Never forget you said that,” she stated as she looked into his beautiful eyes.

“It is a pledge etched over my heart,” was his response. 

She smiled as she looked down to his chest and read the inked letters that would forever rest there, “Forever my lady, my love, my Rouge.” 

Hers stated, “Always the Lord of my heart and ruler of my body, my Aides.” He was. He really and truly was.