Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 193

Eve

I blinked as it stared right at me, through me, my pulse spiking.

A growl pulled me out of the haze of astonishment, but it was not from the wolf. It was from Hades himself.

I seemed to return fully to my body, to the present, to him.

Hades was breaking.

I could feel it—his body trembling above me, muscles locked tight with strain, breath ragged against my skin. He was losing the fight. Against himself. It was no nornal. He was fighting against the monstrous, all-consuming hunger that had gripped him.

I could see the changes in his eyes; they had grown fully red-black.

It had returned.

But he was still holding on. For me.

His forehead pressed against mine, his hips rolling deep, slow—controlled, but barely. Desperate. His pleasure was a punishment, a plea, a worshipful torment.

A sound tore from his throat, wrecked and raw. A growl—no, a prayer.

"Please... don’t... be afraid of me."

The words barely made it past his lips, his voice guttural, strained as if he were physically fighting the darkness unfurling beneath his skin. Black veins pulsed along his arms, creeping over his chest, glowing with eerie shadow-light.

He was unravelling.

But I wasn’t afraid.

His thrusts deepened, dragging against every nerve ending inside me, lighting up my body with molten heat. I gasped, my back arching, the pleasure sending me into a spiral.

Gods—it was too much.

Not just the way he was inside me—stretching, claiming, possessing—but the weight of him. The desperation in his grip. The way his lips crushed into mine, not just kissing but taking. Devouring.

My nails raked down his back, and he jerked, a groan ripping from him. His hands found my wrists, pinning them above my head, pressing me deeper into the sheets, holding me in place as his swelling cock drove into me harder. Each time I believed I was filled, it only enlarged, reaching deeper into spots that were yet to be explored.

My walls responded, strangling his cock, every rigde and vein drawing out every drop of pleasure.

"Red," he gritted out, his forehead pressing to mine. "Fuck—you’re so perfect."

A shudder racked through him.

I felt it the moment he slipped.

His body locked up, his thrusts faltering, his grip turning almost bruising. The black veins pulsed—thicker, darker—spreading like cracks in his skin.

A snarl broke from his lips, this time deeper. Not just Hades.

Something else.

Something darker.

A howl ripped through the room, vibrating through the air like a shockwave. It wasn’t from Hades.

It came from within him.

The moment the sound crashed into me, I felt it.

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A pull.

Like the fabric of reality itself had warped between us, twisting, coiling. Like something ancient had just woken up.

Cerberus.

I knew its name. Hades’ wolf.

A deep, three-toned snarl echoed through my mind, rattling my bones, thrumming through every cell in my body. A calling. A demand.

He was looking for something.

For Rhea.

The moment his name surged through my mind, a pulse of unbearable heat exploded inside me.

I cried out, my body arching violently, pleasure detonating in sharp, uncontrollable waves. My skin burned. My veins sizzled with fire.

Hades growled, his fingers digging into my hips, slamming me down onto him, to the hilt, pleasure exploding in me. The knot at the base of his cock swelled, locking us together.

Gods—it was too much.