Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 194

Eve

They collided in a flurry of fur and bared teeth.

I gasped as Hades resumed thrusting, muscles bunching as I witnessed in flashes the battle between our wolves.

A rush of power and fire erupted in my veins, pleasure and possession colliding in a violent, uncontrollable wave.

And at the same time—

Rhea and Cerberus clashed.

Their bodies were flashes of gold and shadow, a collision of grace and ferocity, cunning and ruin.

Rhea was fire, untouchable and precise, her movements sharper than a blade. She was agile as though she had not just returned

Cerberus was unstoppable, each of his three heads snapping in unison, his monstrous form ripping through the void, hunting her.

She was faster.

He was relentless.

They moved like gods in battle, like fate itself unfolding.

Rhea dodged, twisted, turned—

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But Cerberus was not just brawn.

He studied her. Learned her. Matched her.

A single mistake—a single second too slow—

And he struck.

His massive form slammed into her, caging her beneath him, his three heads surrounding her, his claws pinning her down.

Rhea snarled, claws raking into his flesh, golden fire curling from her lips.

But he did not back down.

His breath was hot against her ear, his growl vibrating through her bones.

"Submit," he rumbled.

Rhea panted, her fire flickering, her muscles taut.

Not out of weakness.

But because she had found him worthy.

With a slow, deliberate movement—a choice, a declaration, a surrender of power that was not defeat—

She lowered herself.

And Cerberus claimed her.

His fangs sank into her throat, a deep, reverent growl breaking from his chest as his darkness fused into her fire.

At the same time—

Hades’ knot locked inside me, his body shuddering, his mark sealing into my skin.

I cried out, shaking, unravelling, fusing with him.

But it wasn’t over.

Because just as Cerberus had claimed Rhea—

He offered himself in return.

He lowered his head.

And bared his throat to her.

Rhea stilled, stunned.

Submission was one thing. But this?

This was a god yielding to her.

"Take me," Cerberus rumbled. "Mark me. Make me yours."

Rhea’s golden eyes flashed.

And she bit down.

His three heads threw back, a roar splitting the air, a mixture of pain, pleasure, and surrender.

At the same time—

Hades flipped us.

I gasped as I was suddenly on top of him, my legs straddling his waist, my body still impaled on his thick length.

He was panting beneath me, wrecked, golden eyes blown wide.

But what stunned me—

Was when he tilted his head back, exposing his throat to me.

A wolf’s most vulnerable spot.

His voice was hoarse, cracked with need.

"I want your mark on my skin."

My lips parted, shock rippling through me.

Males did not offer their throats. They claimed. They took.

But Hades was giving himself to me.

"I am yours," he whispered, his hands trembling against my thighs, his pupils dilated with devotion, with madness, with love. "Burn your name into me. Tie me to you. Ruin me."

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I had never seen him like this. Unraveled. Vulnerable. Completely mine.

I swallowed hard.

"Hades—"

"Please," he rasped.

His hands slid up my body, fingertips ghosting over my skin as if I were something sacred. His voice dropped, raw, thick with something deeper than need.

"Let them know I belong to you."

"Let them see your mark on my skin and know that I am yours, that I would burn the world to keep you, that there is nothing, no one, no force in existence that could take me from you."

My breath caught. Tears blurred my vision.

This unorthodox, impossible, beautiful man—

Hades. My mate.

A sob clawed at my throat, but it wasn’t sadness.

It was completion.

I lowered my lips to his pulse, feeling it race for me, hearing his breath hitch.

"Take me," he whispered. "Please, Red."

I opened my mouth, fangs elongating, my wolf howling in triumph.

And I bit down.

Hades arched violently, a deep, wrecked moan tearing from his throat, his grip on me tightening as his body convulsed beneath mine.

A second release shuddered through him, hard, deep, uncontrollable.

His pleasure crashed through him, through me, through our bond, sealing us together with something greater than fate.

A silence unlike any other descended between us, heavy with finality, with power, with something eternal.

I could feel his heartbeat beneath my lips. Slowing. Deepening. Syncing with mine.

His body lay wrecked beneath me, golden eyes glazed, dazed, locked onto me like I was the only thing anchoring him to reality.