Free The Dark Queen (The Dark Queens Book 5) by Jovee Winters

she ever would.
    He grinned a wicked grin, and she couldn’t help but mimic it.
    “So this is simply a case of nerves then? Is that all, my love?” He stepped in close, so close the heat of his body washed against her own, making her primordial form of glass-like water tremble.
    Her thighs shook, and her insides quaked with a tsunami of desire. Talking to Hades and being able to think matters through was doing a miraculous job of easing her worries.
    In all likelihood, she probably really was suffering from a case of empty nest. To be gone so many months without a word or a letter was unusual for Fable, but her granddaughter was part god. She had powerful magick to her. Powerful enough that nothing and no one could harm her.
    Hades curled her octopi tentacle around his wrist, bringing her face scant inches from his so that she felt the roll of his minty breath linger along her lips like a delicate kiss.
    “My, dear, sweet Calypso, the primordial goddess of great passions and power, brought low by the thought of our beautiful little granddaughter.”
    He said the words with an echo of great fondness and love and she couldn’t help but snicker, feeling suddenly silly and foolish for worrying so.
    “I do love you, woman,” he said in a thick, raspy burr full of heat and longing.
    Caly had forgotten to mention to him that when she’d attempted to get in touch with Fable this afternoon by sea orb, the image inside of it had been nothing but blackness.
    Someone—and no doubt it could only be Fable since you’d have to be a powerful magick wielder—had blocked the sea orb’s access.
    In all likelihood, her precious darkness was busy corrupting the mind of her gallant King and did not wish to be disturbed by her meddling family of gods.
    Hades palm cupped her breast, hefting it in his palm and Caly could not help but gasp her pleasure as her fingers curled into his jacket.
    The length of his cock suddenly poked her hard in the thigh, and Caly knew her devil of a husband had much pleasanter ideas on his mind.
    “Mmm,” she moaned incoherently, and he smirked.
    “Give her a few more days, love, if we do not hear from her then, I shall send one of my spies to seek her out just to assure you that our little granddaughter is fine and is no doubt desperate to do with her male as I now wish to do to you.”
    The husky tenor of his voice nearly made Calypso come. Her gown spun of colorful beta fish swirled around her trim body as they too responded to the heat in the Lord of the Underworld’s voice.
    “Okay?” he asked her.
    And she nodded with a gulp when he flicked his wrist, using his own power to rid her of her gown so that she stood gloriously nude beneath his sharp and predatory gaze.
    He was like a ravenous wolf ready to pounce, and she couldn’t wait.
    “It’s a deal, my love,” she said in a husky voice herself, then wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers, “now about those carrots...”
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    Fable
    I t had been two days since Brunhilda had come to threaten Fable. And in those two days, George hadn’t come to visit once.
    Which she was beyond grateful for. Maybe it was to “teach” Fable a lesson or simply that George was sick of slacking his lust on his “bride,” and not one of his whores.
    Rumors reached her ears even here of another dark-haired beauty now laying claim to his time and smiles. Her skin was said to be dusky and her eyes green, but Snow said the woman was nowhere near as pretty as Fable.
    Not that Fable cared.
    George could spill his speed in a cow if he wished to, just so long as she no longer had to suffer it.
    The sun was still several hours away from rising, and Galeta had left her only three or so hours ago, but she couldn’t sleep.
    For days, Fable had practiced that killing curse and finally could say that she’d mastered it. She had no intention of using such a curse, but there was another one she’d like to look at.
    “ Ignis ,” she intoned,