Acheron (Dark-Hunter #15)(35)
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon

How stupid of him to think otherwise. Without a word, Acheron returned to his room. With nothing else to do, he took himself to bed.

Acheron?"

He jerked awake at the whispered call. Opening his eyes, he found Ryssa kneeling beside him. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard them turn you away, so I waited until I was free to come to you." She held a small bundle up for his inspection. "Meet my son, Apollodorus."

A smile curved his lips as he saw the tiny infant. He had a wealth of black hair and deep blue eyes. "He’s beautiful."

Ryssa returned his smile before she set the baby in his hands.

"I can’t, Ryssa. I might hurt him."

"You’re not going to hurt him, Acheron." She showed him how to support his head.

Amazed, Acheron couldn’t believe the love he felt inside him that swelled up.

Ryssa smiled. "He likes you. He’s been fussing all night with me and the nurses, but look how quiet he is for you."

It was true. The babe gave one tiny sigh, then went to sleep. Acheron laughed as he examined the tiny fingers that didn’t even seem real. "Are you all right?"

"Sore and very tired. But I couldn’t sleep until I saw you. I love you, Acheron."

"I love you, too." Reluctantly, he held Apollodorus out to her. "You’d best go before you’re caught. Father would be extremely angry at us both."

Nodding, she took the baby and left him.

Still the scent of the baby stayed with him, as did the image of innocence. It was hard to believe he’d ever been so small and even harder to believe he’d survived given the animosity his family bore him.

As he tried to return to sleep he wondered what it would be like to have a woman hold a child of his with such love and pride. Imagine a woman’s face so joyful because she’d borne a part of him . . .

But it would never happen. His uncle’s physicians had seen to that. His c**k jerked at the memory of their surgery.

It’s for the best.

Chapter 16

As bad as it was for the rest of the world to hate him, he could imagine nothing worse than to see his child despising him. To have his own child deny him.

Of course, if he had one, he would never give it cause to hate him. He’d hold it and love it no matter what.

Go to sleep, Acheron. Just forget everything.

Closing his eyes, he let out a tired breath and tried to sleep again.

"What are you doing?"

He opened his eyes to find Artemis in his bed, beside him. "I was trying to sleep."

"Ah . . . Did you hear about our nephew?"

"I did. Ryssa was just here with him."

She wrinkled her face up. "Don’t you find babies nasty and disgusting?"

"No. I thought him beautiful."

She scoffed. "You would. I think they’re smelly and fussing. Never content. Always demanding. Yuck, I can’t imagine going through all that to have something so nasty clinging to me."

Acheron rolled his eyes as he imagined all the poor infants that were given to Artemis. Obviously she gave their care over to someone much more maternal. "I’m thinking the Greeks should have learned this about you before they declared you the goddess of childbirth."

"Well, that’s because I helped my mother give birth to Apollo. That was different." She reached down to cup him softly in her hand. "What have I here?"

"If you don’t know by now, Artie, no amount of explaining is going to help."

She laughed deep in her throat as his c**k hardened even more. "I was hoping to find you still awake."

Acheron didn’t comment as she dipped her head down to take him into her mouth. He stared up at the ceiling while she tongued him. It would probably be more pleasurable if he didn’t have to make sure to keep himself in check. But he knew better than to come with her like this. She liked the taste of him, but she didn’t like it when he released anywhere except inside her.

Even then she only tolerated it.

He jerked as she nipped him hard enough to hurt. She curled her fingers in the hair around his cock. Sighing, Acheron wished he could go back to the beginning of their relationship. Back to when this had meant so much more than just her sucking on him.

She gave one long lick before she pulled back. He expected her to return to his lips. Instead she sank her teeth into his upper thigh, barely two inches from his sac.

Yelping from the pain, he had to force himself not to push her away and hurt himself even more.

The pain quickly passed into a wave of extreme pleasure. But she didn’t allow him to come yet. "I want you deep inside me, Acheron."

Rolling her over onto her stomach, he propped her h*ps up on his pillows and obliged her request. He held her h*ps in his hands and buried himself deep inside her. He thrust against her until she’d had enough orgasms that she begged him to stop. Rolling over onto her back, she laughed in satisfaction.

Artemis sighed contentedly until she realized he was still hard. "Why didn’t you finish?"

Acheron shrugged. "You were done."

"But you weren’t."

"I’ll live."

She let out a sound of disgust. "Acheron? What is wrong with you lately?"

Acheron clenched his teeth, knowing better than to answer her question. She didn’t want to hear anything other than how wonderful she was. "I don’t want to fight, Artemis. What difference does it make? You were pleased, weren’t you?"

"Yes."

"Then all is right in the world."

She propped herself up on one arm to stare down at him as he lay beside her. "I really don’t understand you."

"I’m really not complicated." All he asked for was the two things she couldn’t give him.

Love and respect.

She dragged one long nail around his neck. "Where’s my ring that I gave you?"

Acheron flinched at the memory of being forced to swallow it. "It was lost."

"How could you be so callous?"

Him callous? At least he hadn’t thrown her gift back in her face and then had her beaten for it. "Where are the pearls I gave you?"

Her face turned red. "Fine. I’ll get you another one."

"Don’t. I don’t need one."

Her eyes darkened angrily. "Are you shunning my gift?"

As if he’d ever take another gift like that from her. He’d had enough abuse. "I’m not shunning anything. I just don’t want to take a chance on shaming you. Given everything that has happened, I really don’t think it’s wise I have something that is so clearly yours."

"That’s a good point." She smiled at him. "You are ever loyal to me, aren’t you?"

"Yes."

She kissed his cheek. "I’d best go now. Goodnight."

After she was gone, Acheron rolled over onto his back. Closing his eyes, he let his thoughts drift. In his mind he pictured a woman with kind eyes. One who held his hand in public, who was proud to be with him.

He imagined how her hair might smell, how her eyes would light up every time she glanced at him. The smiles they would share. Then he imagined her kissing her way down his body, imagined her looking up at him as she went down on him.

His breathing ragged, he thrust himself against his hand, pretending it was her he made love to.

"I love you, Acheron . . ." He could hear her voice so sweet and calm . . . most of all, it would be sincere.

He gasped as his warm seed coated his hand and seeped between his fingers and not inside a woman who loved him.

Shuddering and only partially sated, he opened his eyes to the harsh reality of his life.

He was alone.

And no woman, mortal or otherwise, would ever willingly claim him.

October 23, 9528 BC

Acheron rolled over in bed, trying to sleep. Apollodorus was screaming so loudly that it echoed all the way down to his room. For hours the baby had cried.

He wasn’t supposed to go near the infant, yet he couldn’t stand the sound of so much anger and unhappiness. Unable to tolerate another minute of it, he got out of bed and dressed.

Quietly, he walked down the hallway to Ryssa’s room, making sure no one saw him. He cracked open the door to find Ryssa and her nurse in the room, swapping the baby between them.

"Why is he doing this?" Ryssa asked in a voice that sounded as if she were about to cry herself.

"I don’t know, Highness. Sometimes babies cry for no reason."

Ryssa shook her head at the baby the nurse was rocking in her arms. "Please, child, have mercy on your mother and rest. I can’t take much more of it."

Acheron slipped into the room. "I’ll take him."

The nurse’s face paled as she turned away.

"It’s all right, Delia. Let Acheron see if he can quiet him."

The nurse appeared dubious, but in the end she obeyed.

Acheron took his nephew and tucked him into the crook of his elbow. "Hello, little one. You’re not going to fuss at me, are you?"

Apollodorus took a deep breath as if he were about to let loose another wail, then opened his eyes. He stared at Acheron for several heartbeats before he quietly cooed, then settled down to sleep.

"That is a miracle," the nurse breathed. "What did you do?"

Acheron shrugged as he placed Apollodorus on his shoulder.

Ryssa smiled. "That’s it. I’m making you his nurse."

Acheron laughed at the thought of him as a nurse to anything. "Go to bed, sister, you look exhausted."

Nodding gratefully, she started off. The nurse held her hands up for the baby.

Acheron handed him back, but the instant Apollodorus left his arms, the baby woke up and screamed again.

Ryssa jumped. "For the love of the gods, let Acheron keep the boy. I can’t take another hour of this."

The nurse obeyed instantly.

Again Apollodorus cuddled against Acheron and went to sleep.

"Where should I take him?" Acheron asked.

Ryssa paused. "You better not risk the nursery. Father or Styxx might venture there. Take him to your room." She looked at her nurse. "You go to the nursery and cover for us should they ask after him."

"Yes, Your Highness." She bowed and left them.

Ryssa patted his arm gratefully. "Wake me when he’s ready to feed. In the meantime, I must sleep."

Acheron kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Rest. We’ll be back when he needs you." He watched her climb into bed before he took his nephew down to his room.

"Well, it appears to be just the two of us, little one. What say you we get nak*d, drunk and find us some wenches?"

The baby actually smiled up at him as if he understood.

Acheron nodded. "So that’s it, eh? Barely a month old and you’re already lecherous. You are your father’s son."

Sitting on the bed, he leaned his back against the headboard and lifted his knees so that he could lay Apollodorus against his legs to cradle him. Acheron tickled his belly, causing him to laugh and kick Acheron’s stomach.

The tiny infant amazed him. He’d never really been around one before. Apollodorus took his finger into his tiny hand and led it to his mouth so that he could suckle Acheron’s knuckle. The sensation of the toothless gums against his flesh was so strange, yet it pacified the baby even more.

How could anyone hate something so purely innocent? Something so helpless?

The thoughts chased themselves around his mind as he thought about his parents and tried to understand them. He could fathom some of his father’s hatred now. It wasn’t as though Acheron went out of his way to please the man.

But as a child . . .

How many times had he been slapped for nothing more than looking at someone? How many times had Estes tied his hands behind his back and put a scold in his mouth for asking a simple question?

But worse than his memories were the fears of someone hurting this babe in such a manner.

"I would kill anyone who hurt you like that, Apollodorus. I promise you, no one will ever make you cry."

The baby yawned and smiled before he closed his eyes. Still holding Acheron’s finger, he fell asleep. Warmth spread through Acheron. There was no judgment or anger in the baby. He accepted him without malice.

Smiling, he placed the baby down on his bed to sleep more comfortably and covered him with a blanket.

Acheron lay for hours, watching him sleep in perfect repose. Exhausted himself, he finally nodded off.

"Acheron?"

Acheron woke up to find Ryssa standing in front of him. He was lying on his side with his hand still on Apollodorus’s stomach. The baby had yet to waken, but by the rise and fall of the tiny chest, he knew the baby was fine.

"What time is it?"

"Midmorning." She looked incredulous. "How did you get him to sleep through the night?"

"I don’t know. We were talking about wenching and he fell asleep."

She laughed. "No, you weren’t. Were you?"

"I suggested it and he liked the thought. Unfortunately, he had no stamina for it."

She laughed again. "Don’t you dare corrupt my baby, scamp."

Acheron withdrew his hand so that Ryssa could pick the baby up. Apollodorus opened his eyes and smiled at his mother before he put one fist in his mouth to slurp it.

"Whatever you did, bless you for it. It’s the first good sleep I’ve had in months." She glanced to the door. "Now, let me run before Father learns we were here."