Nice.Īnd yet, his emotions remained as dark as ever, the edges of that bone-deep fury and frustration un-smoothed. The potent alcohol razed his chest, burned holes in his abdomen, and flooded his veins. Both scorched so good he enjoyed a fourth. He downed the second alcoholic offering and quickly chased it with a third. Well, we don't always get what we want, do we?

Remember when I wanted fidelity? Monogamy? Paris replied in his mind. Promiscuity-the demon trapped inside him, driving him. A nice little screw you to the previous king, Zeus.Ĭall the bartender back, Promiscuity said. Once only gods and goddesses had been allowed here, but when Cronus reclaimed the realm, he'd changed things, allowing vampires, fallen angels and other creatures of the dark to come and play. He was in Olympus, though the heavenly kingdom had recently been renamed Titania. He wasn't in a human bar, so no 'authorities' would have a beef with him. He'd washed off the blood, hadn't he? Wait. Anything you say.' Shirtless Boy Wonder released the bottle and beat feet. Hell, suddenly Paris doubted every drop of alcohol in a ten-mile radius would do the trick, but hey. 'Leave the bottle,' he said when the bartender made a move to help someone else. Fury and frustration were living entities inside him, frothing and bubbling despite his recent fighting. Except soon after the single malt was poured, he realized an entire hand wasn't going to cut it, either.

He wanted an entire hand and by right or might, he'd have it. Paris tossed back three fingers of Glenlivet and signaled the bartender.

The darkest seduction by gena showalter