SEPTEMBER PATREON SHORT

ZEUS AND HERA’S WEDDING NIGHT

KATEE ROBERT

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 CONTENTS

Chapter 1

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 CHAPTER 1

HERA

This takes place between the events of Electric Idol and Wicked Beauty

“I do.”
With those two little words, I sign my life away. I can
barely look at the man next to me. My husband. Zeus. My mother tried to
coach me on when to smile and how to craft a public persona that would
make Olympus love me. Fuck that. I hate this city; I always have. If I could
get my sisters and mother out, I would let the whole place burn without
second thought.
They are all rats in a maze, so concerned with climbing over each other
to get their little pieces of power, that they never stop to consider the fact
they’re all trapped here. They don’t even care. I do, but it’s too late because
with this wedding, I’ve become one of the rats.
In fact, I’m the queen of rats now.
The reception passes in a blur. I would’ve been content to go through
this façade with only my family as witness, but Zeus is Zeus. Anything
involving him takes on the elements of a circus, and this is no exception. I
hate it, but I chose this of my own free will.
My sisters have taken the brunt of the responsibility of keeping us safe
for far too long. It’s my turn now. In my heart of hearts, I know that I was
never going to avoid dancing to Olympus’s tune forever. My mother is
Demeter, after all; we’re right in the thick of it. But with Persephone
married to Hades, and Psyche married to Eros, it was between me and
Eurydice to fulfill my mothers plot to link our house to the most powerful
man in Olympus. I couldn’t let my baby sister do that. He’ll destroy her and
she’s already gone through too much.
He’ll have a lot harder time grinding me down to dust.
It feels like I blink and the reception is over. We walk shoulder-to-
shoulder through the smiling guests to the elevator that will take us to the
honeymoon suite. Zeus doesn’t try to touch me the way a normal groom
would, but I can’t find it in myself to be grateful.
He agreed to this marriage for the same reason I did. Politics. His
schemes might be grander than mine, but ultimately the end result is the
same.
The elevator doors close slowly, sealing us off from the wedding guests
and leaving us alone for the first time since I approached him to make this
deal. I tense, expecting some kind of gloating. After all, he’s finally got
what he wanted.
Instead of, silence is our only companion.
I watch him out of the corner of my eye as we ascend to our floor and
then exit the elevator into the honeymoon suite. He looks much the same as
he always does, cool and collected and classically handsome. His suit is
expertly tailored and his hair is just as perfectly styled as it was at the
beginning of the day. He’s handsome enough that he would be unstoppable
if he could just figure out how to charm people.
The honeymoon suite is luxurious and elite. They couldn’t paper the
walls with literal money, but they might as well have with how obviously
expensive everything is. I wander into the kitchenette and examine the
bottle of champagne that was left on the counter. It’s got a jaunty red bow
fastened around the neck with a card dangling from one end.
 I flip open the card and roll my eyes. Hermes. The note is short and
sweet.
Better start babymaking! Hades has a head start.
“Hermes really is unbearable sometimes.” I don’t mean to say it out
loud. I sure as fuck won’t admit that the silence is getting to me, though.
Zeus comes to stand next to me and plucks the card out of my hand. I
study his face as he reads the words, noting the way his jaw clenches. He
moves purposely around the counter and drops the note in the trash.
“Regardless of Hermes’s taunts, there’s no reason to rush.”
I blink. “I had no intention of rushing.” I can’t escape a future of having
Zeus’s babies, but I was sure to negotiate on the timeline when I agreed to
this. I have a full year before I have to fulfill that part of our bargain. If, for
some reason, I change my mind and decided to get knocked up early, that’s
acceptable, but Zeus can’t push forward the timeline without my consent.
“I know.” He shrugs out of his jacket and drapes it over the back of a
chair. “There’s no reason to worry about it now. It’s been a long day.
Goodnight, Callisto.”
“Hera.” I snap the word out almost on reflex. I don’t like the way he
says my real name. It feels too intimate now that we’re alone; the very last
thing I’m going to do is be intimate with my husband.
Zeus studies me for long enough that I have to fight not to shift. Finally,
he nods. “Hera, then.” He turns and starts for the couch.
I didn’t exactly expect him to try to ravish me the second we were
alone, but I didn’t expect him to seem completely uninterested in fucking
me. I prop my hands on my hips and glare. “What are you doing?”
“What is it look like I’m doing?” His voice is just as cold as it always is,
not a single thread of irritation or anger to express what he must be feeling.
Unless my new husband truly does possess no emotions at all. I can’t decide
if that’s a boon, or too horrifying to comprehend. If he doesn’t have
emotions, I can’t manipulate him.
 “It looks like you’re gearing up to spend the night on the couch, but that
can’t possibly be what’s happening. I never expected you to break your oath
so quickly.” My words are carefully chosen to provoke. My sisters don’t
think I have much in the way of our mother’s cunning, but just because I
preferred to use blunt instruments in dealing with confrontation doesn’t
mean I’m not capable of a subtler strike.
He stops short. “Oathbreaker. That’s a hefty accusation.”
“The deal isn’t done until we consummated the marriage.” I don’t have
a burning desire to have sex with this man, but I won’t give him any room
to wiggle out of the promises he’s made. I didn’t go through all this song
and dance to protect my family only to falter now. I’ll see this through, and
he damned well better do the same.
Zeus turns to face me. His expression gives nothing away, but then
again it never does. “So eager to take your place in my bed.”
“Hardly. I have no intention of sharing your bed more than strictly
necessary. “
He shakes his head slowly. “No, Hera. You don’t get to pick and choose.
Either you’re in my bed or you’re not.”
I hate how quickly he’s turned this around on me. There’s no give in his
tone, either. Surely he doesn’t actually expect me to share his bed every
night? That’s absolutely ridiculous. My mother kept separate rooms with
her husbands through all three of her marriages; she claims it’s because she
sleeps better, but the truth is that she snores and she can’t stand the thought
of anyone witnessing it. “That’s too big of an ask.”
“Those are my conditions. “
I glare, but he’s entirely unaffected. Oh well, I’ll just have to figure out
a way out of this later on. I take a deep breath and make an effort to relax
my expression. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
His icy blue eyes widen a fraction, as if he didn’t believe that I would
call his bluff, but he follows me silently into the bedroom. It’s more of the
same over the top luxury in here, but I barely notice it.
I slip the shoulders of my wedding gown off. My mother wanted me to
wear something fitted and covered with lace and crystals, but I insisted on a
simple sheath dress. It’s made of some hideously expensive fabric as a
compromise. The advantage is that I didn’t need help to use the bathroom,
and I don’t need my husband to help me get out of it now.
I don’t look over as I continue stripping. I don’t care what his reaction
is; I just want to get this over with. Unfortunately, it only takes me a few
seconds to divest myself of my bra and panties. Then there’s nothing left to
do but look at him.
Zeus hasn’t moved from the doorway where he must have frozen when I
took my dress off. I can’t help searching his expression for some kind of
heat, but though he looks at me with an intensity that makes my skin pickle,
he’s just as cold as ever.
He steps into the room and closes the door behind him. I tell myself to
look away, but I can’t quite manage it as he unbuttons his shirt with quick,
efficient movements. He doesn’t make a show of it any more than I did it,
and he strips just as quickly. And then we’re standing there, naked, staring
at each other.
Gods, But this is awkward.
He’s well-formed, but I expected nothing less of Zeus, formerly Perseus
Kasios. Broad shoulders, trim waist, the kind of muscles that someone gets
from spending an obsessive amount of time in the gym. Despite myself, my
gaze drops to his cock. Even soft, he’s rather impressive.
He walks to me in slow, measured steps. I really can’t decide how to
feel. I knew from the start that this was not a marriage of desire for Zeus,
just like it isn’t for for me, but seeing my indifference reflected back at me
is a head trip.
“If you were anyone else, I would try to seduce you. “
 A harsh laugh bursts from my lips. “If this is your idea of seduction, I
feel sorry for your past lovers.” He reaches up to cup my face, but I knock
his hand away. I shake my head. “No, you’re right. This isn’t a seduction.
This is a business arrangement. You don’t have to seduce me, Zeus. I’m
sure thing.”
He clenches his jaw again. “We’re married. We’ll be spending the rest
of our lives together. A little softness wouldn’t go amiss. “
“I don’t want it.” I’m not in any danger of forgetting what this is right
now, but I need to keep my rage kindled deep in my heart. I’m nearly
certain I can maintain it even if he’s nice to me, but I’d rather be 100%
certain.
For a moment, I think he’ll keep arguing. A sliver of something almost
like frustration appears in his eyes; it’s gone so quickly I can’t be certain.
“Very well.”
That horrible feeling of awkwardness only get stronger. In an effort to
dispel it, I walk to the bed and crawl onto the mattress. It’s only when I turn
around that I realize that Zeus hasn’t moved. I open my mouth to ask him
what the fuck he’s doing, but he stalks to the edge of the bed and sinks to
his knees. My mouth dries up. “What—”
“I won’t kiss your mouth, wife.” There’s still no heat in his voice but his
tone has taken a vicious edge. “But we will do the rest of this my way.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to argue. He just drags me to the edge of
the bed and seals his mouth to my pussy. Shock blanks every single one of
my thoughts. It’s been… So long. I refuse to fuck people in the city proper,
and I only make it out to the country once or twice a year. The last time I
had sex was months ago. That’s the only reason I melt under his tongue. It
has to be.
I didn’t spend much time thinking about what sex with my husband
might be like, mostly because I fully intended to have it as little as possible,
but I never expected this.
 He’s still so fucking cold.
He licks my pussy with a methodicalness that should be a turn off, but
it’s like my mind can’t quite make that leap. Not when it feel so good. It
takes him all of fifteen seconds to zero in on the motion and pressure that I
like. And then he repeats that motion over and over and over again, never
varying, never speeding down or slowing up. The man is a fucking
machine.
I try to hold out from sheer spite alone. If we have to have sex with each
other, it doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it. My body hasn’t gotten the memo.
Even as my mind rails against how good this feels, pleasure coils tighter
and tighter inside me. The fact that it’s happening faster than I’ve ever had
with another person is just insult to injury. How dare he make it feel so
good?
Without missing a beat, he presses a single finger into me. I seal my lips
together, determined to stay silent, but when he finds my G-spot and start
stroking it with the same rhythm of his tongue on my clit, a moan slips of
the free despite my best effort.
Oh Gods, I’m going to orgasm.
The thought barely crosses my mind when my body takes over. My
back arches as I moan again and clamp down around his finger. It’s so
fucking good. Too good. And he’s… Not stopping?
My orgasm peaks again and every muscle goes tight as something gives
inside of me and I squirt all over his hand. Only then does he slow and ease
his finger from me.
Zeus rises over me and I look down to find his cock is just as impressive
hard as it is soft. He fists it. “We discussed this.”
It takes my pleasure-drugged brain a few seconds to understand what he
saying. Sex with no protection. It was part of the contract between us and
we both submitted to the variety of tests before the wedding. I’m currently
on birth control, which is another thing that we negotiated—at least for the
next year.
“Do it.”
He doesn’t hesitate again. He simply guides his cock to my entrance and
works its broad length into me in short, controlled strokes. Even now, with
my desire wetting the bottom half of his face, he’s so fucking cold. I hate
that he made me break before he did. I hate that I can’t stop myself from
wrapping my legs around his waist and rising to meet his strokes. Most
especially, I hate how good the sex is.
His breathing is nearly as harsh as mine, but I’m the only one making
desperate little noises as he drives me closer to another orgasm. Every move
he makes is calculated, from the way he wedges one arm beneath my hips
so he can effectively grind against my clit, to the grinding strokes this feels
so good I can’t think straight.
I expected him to make this short and efficient. To chase his pleasure
selfishly with little regard for me. I bet on it. Instead, I’m coming apart
around him again and he’s showing no signs of slowing down.
I dig my nails into his ass as I orgasm, vowing revenge. I will make him
pay for making it this good for no damn reason. This was supposed to be
the sealing of a pact, and instead he started a war.
A war I fully intend to win.
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