“What’s your safe word?”
The question shocks me to stillness. I look up into his face, but this man is nothing like the one I’ve dealt with to date. He’s downright forbidding. Something in my stomach flips over in a way that isn’t entirely unpleasant. “Cerberus,” I whisper.
He jerks me to him, the momentum slamming me against his chest. There’s no chance to catch my footing because he takes my mouth as if he has every right to it. There’s no tenderness here, just a special kind of brutality that’s so much better. He bands one arm across my lower back and drags me backward to Hades’s desk. I barely get a second to register his intentions when he lifts me onto the desk. “Hercules, wait.”
He hesitates, but seems to remember that no isn’t really a no. Not when you play like we do. His expression goes wild and almost desperate, and he shoves up my short skirt and pushes my legs wide. “I want you, Meg. I fucking care about you. If you won’t listen to my words, then you will listen to my body as I fuck you senseless.” He steps between my thighs and stops. “Condom.”
Now’s the time to put the brakes on. To stop this before Hades shows up, because this is not explicitly sanctioned.
I can’t remember the last time someone wanted me enough to lose control, to throw caution to the wind and ignore the consequences. It’s a heady feeling, and I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want him to stop. I need this connection more than I can put into words.
I reach up with a shaking hand and cup Hercules’s hard jaw. “Your tests came back today. You’re good. I am too, and I’m on birth control.”
His eyes go dark. “No condom?”
“No condom,” I whisper.
I wrap a fist around his cock and drag him across my pussy. Teasing us both. Spreading my wetness around. I can’t help making a frustrated noise even though I’m the one responsible. I wasn’t sure I wanted to cross this line, but now that we’re dancing across the point of no return, I want it now. Hercules seems to feel the same way. He covers my hand with his and notches his cock at my entrance. He holds my gaze as he pushes into me in a smooth, steady move. Not slow enough for my body to fully adjust, but not harshly either. My breath catches in my throat.
“I should thank Jasmine.”
I blink up at him. “What?”
He pulls out just a little and catches the backs of my thighs. As he thrusts back into me, he jerks me forward to the very edge of the desk, sending his cock impossibly deep. “Playing with her got you ready for me.”
I have no intention of indulging this thread of conversation, but somehow I find myself asking, “Does it bother you? Me with other people?” I don’t want his answer to matter, but it does.
There’s so much raw emotion on his face that I almost look away. It’s too much. Too honest. “Only when you do it intentionally to hurt me.”
My breath whooshes out, and then there’s no more space for words between us. Hercules presses me back onto the deck and begins to move, fucking me in long, sure strokes. We should be all furtive movements and frenzied orgasms, but he seems intent on doing this on his own timeline and somehow that makes it a thousand times hotter. I reach over my head and cling to the edge of the desk, bracing myself so I can rise to meet his thrusts.
I don’t even hear the door open. I don’t realize we’re no longer alone until Hades’s low chuckle coats the space around us, constricting the office and threatening to suffocate me. Hercules freezes mid-thrust. His blue eyes go wide, and we both turn to find Hades leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets.
He raises an eyebrow. “Don’t stop on my account.” There’s no amusement in his tone. It’s cold. So fucking cold. Retribution is coming, and my traitorous heart is thrilled by it. Maybe I shouldn’t love these painful games with Hades, but I can’t seem to help myself. His punishments are just as much proof of his love as his rewards are. No matter how angry I am at him in any given moment, I still crave his attention with all the ferocity of a flower craving the sun. It’s a desperation I don’t know how to banish. In my darkest moments, I can admit that I don’t want to.
Hercules’s hand spasms on my hip. “Hades—”
He pushes off the door, and my heart crashes in my chest at the sight of him stalking toward us. The warning is all in his smooth movements, in the way his dark eyes take in every detail of this scene, of the way we’ve both intentionally broken his command. “Hercules.” He speaks softly. “If you don’t finish fucking her, I’m going to take her out into the public play room and let anyone who’s interested do it for you. Your choice.”
He will. He’s done it before, and I’ve loved every second of it. There’s something so incredibly freeing in Hades choosing for me, in his allowing others to act the part of his will with their hands and mouths and cocks. Even when pleasure becomes too much, when I beg for it to stop, he takes me to the very edge before he brings me down. I know this game.
Hercules doesn’t.
He grips my shoulder and drives into me again. Harder. Deeper. Fucking me just shy of violently. His expression is tormented and yet he watches my face with an intensity that has me sliding closer to orgasm. Punishing me the same way Hades will punish us shortly. I love it. I reach down with one hand and stroke my clit, a light touch that contrasts with his rough thrusts. Pleasure rises in a wave and I turn my head enough to see Hades too. He’s taken a seat on the couch and watches us with a still expression that does nothing to mask the heat in his eyes.
I’m so close…
Hercules pulls out of me and yanks me off the desk. I have a moment of vertigo as he hauls me around the desk and bends me over it. I understand immediately. From this new angle, we can both hold Hades’s gaze. Hercules kicks my feet wide and then he’s inside me again. I moan and thrust back against him, taking him deeper yet. He runs a hand down my spine, hot and possessive, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that he’s glaring at Hades as if he can truly mark his territory on me like this. It doesn’t work that way. Hades owns both of us. But I enjoy being the bone between them, just in this moment, just in this scene.
Hades leans forward and props his elbows on his knees, watching closely. “Are you trying to prove a point, little Hercules?”
Hercules snakes a hand around my hip and strokes my clit, touching me softly there even as he drives into me. “Giving you a show, Sir. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” He sounds like he’s speaking through clenched teeth.
Maybe I was wrong. Hercules didn’t know how to play the game when he arrived a few days ago, but he’s learning fast. My pleasure coils tighter and tighter. I want to hold out, to spin out this moment between the three of us forever so we never have to reach the other side and the pain that awaits us there. An impossible feat. Hercules presses hard on my clit and my orgasm hits me with a strength that leaves me breathless. My mind goes blessedly, perfectly blank. I cry out and slam back into him, determined to take him with me. Apparently he has the same idea. His strokes go short and rougher yet, and then he’s growling my name and grinding into me as he comes.
“Now we can begin.”
I lift my cheek from the desk, not even sure when I dropped my head to the cool wood. “Should I say sorry?”