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smelled like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Intrigued, she leaned in and inhaled. The scent filled her, enveloping her in the faint, spicy floral musk.
    Heat pulsed through her body in response. An aphrodisiac of some kind?
    Was this what Muffin had sent her to find? A freaking aphrodisiac? Rose reached out to touch the flower again… and it disappeared.
    She gasped, searching the nearby yellow plants, but the night-dark flower was gone as if it had never been. She got to her feet and wove a little, feeling unsteady. Odd. That strange liquid heat was still pulsing through her body, though. Her nipples felt tight and her skin flushed. She ran a hand over her pussy and gasped at how good it felt.
    What was going on? Where had the flower gone?
    The ground shook below her feet, cracking and splitting apart. She stumbled backward a step or two and gaped in a drugged stupor as a chasm opened wide. Dirt spewed forth, raining over her, and she raised a hand to shield her face. Galloping hooves thundered, and she heard the neigh of a horse.
    Horses? From the chasm?
    Rose looked down at it and to her horror, she saw a dark chariot pulled by two black steeds.
    A large, looming figure drove it straight for her, a purple cape swirling around broad shoulders.
    A scream died in her throat as the chariot surged forward, and she fell unconscious just as one muscular arm wrapped around her waist, dragging her against a large, hulking body and sweeping her down into the earth.
    ~*~
    She was his.
    Hades gently laid his prize down on the silky sheets of the enormous bed he’d prepared for her in a special chamber in his palace. She seemed small and fragile there, a testament to her half-human heritage. That heritage was a blessing—all he needed to do was ply her with food and drink, and she would never be allowed to leave the underworld.
    She’d be his for all time, and Zeus and Dionysus and even sour Demeter could do nothing about it.
    Persephone moaned in her sleep, shifting as if her dreams disturbed her. His flower had worked. She’d seen the unusual bloom and had been unable to resist taking a closer look, and she’d been too drugged by the sweet, bespelled pollen to run away. She’d stood there even as he grabbed her around the waist and dragged her wet, naked flesh against him.
    He’d grown instantly erect, too, his cock throbbing with need.
    But she was unconscious now, and he’d simply have to wait for his bride to wake up. He would not touch her while she slept. He wanted her warm and willing in his arms. He wanted her to moan her pleasure when he kissed her and stroked her pussy. He wanted her nails digging into his back when he parted her golden thighs and sank deep inside her.
    His fingers brushed over her cheek and the smudge of dirt there.
    Her hips rolled in response and she moaned again.
    Hades paused. Was she… turned on? Innocent Persephone? He stared down at her in mild
    surprise—he’d drugged the flower, true, but only to make her slow to respond. She was acting as if it were an aphrodisiac of some kind. Was she affected because he’d tampered with something in the realm of her magic?
    Intriguing. And incredibly arousing. He ran a hand over his cock, palming the length of it as she rocked her hips on his bed again. She was making sexy whimpers in her throat, and as he watched, one hand stole between her legs and stroked over her pussy, her thighs parting.
    Damn. Hades tossed aside his own tunic and allowed his cock to spring free. Pre-cum beaded on the thick crown, dark with need, and he stroked his hand down his length, fascinated by her body writhing on his sheets.
    Her eyes opened, her gaze heated as she glanced at him. A gasp escaped her throat, and her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of him looming over the bed, his hand on his cock, stroking it to the sight of her lovely, naked body.
    “You… you’re…” Her gaze dropped to his cock.
    “Hades. Lord of the underworld. And I’ve