“Greedy boy.” Hades’s voice in my ear is more tempting than the devil himself. “Give him what he wants, love. He’s more than earned it.”
I’m not done, though. I look at him. “I want her to ride my cock. I want you to make her come.”
His lifts his brows, but he doesn’t give me a window to his soul the same way Meg does. Hades is an enigma. That’s fine. He can keep his thoughts to himself. This isn’t about him. It’s about her. Finally, he nods. “As I said, you’ve more than earned us honoring such a pleasurable request.”
Meg finally nods. “Okay. Lie down on the couch. Arms behind your back and clasp your elbows.”
I obey and we all shift to accommodate. The new position arches my back and ensures I can’t touch her. A perfect kind of agony. She moves to straddle me and Hades follows suit, straddling my thighs directly at Meg’s back. Holy shit, I didn’t think this through. It’s one thing to be between them, overwhelmed by the sensations of them fucking me. It’s entirely another to have Meg sinking onto my aching cock and Hades’s fully clothed darkness behind her. Both of them watching my face, both of them predatory in the most delicious way possible.
Meg leans forward and presses her palms to my sensitive nipples as she rolls her hips, fucking me slowly in an entirely different way than she was not too long ago. Hades mirrors her movements, cupping her breasts and playing his long fingers along her nipples. “You did good work, love.” He’s not talking to me, not with his lips pressed to the spot behind her ear, not with her eyes sliding closed even as he shifts one hand down the center of her body to stroke her clit. It’s as if I’m not here, as if my cock is just as much a toy as the ones in the chest behind his desk. It should infuriate me, but it’s just as agonizingly sexy as everything else we’ve done tonight.
Use me. I don’t say the worlds aloud. I don’t want to break the spell that the three of us have woven tonight. If that requires my silence to begin to repair the harm done, to ensure that this is Meg’s night, then I’m more than happy to oblige.
“I know,” she breathes and her hands fall away from my chest. She sounds like a different person, some of her dominance bleeding away as she leans back against him, still grinding down on my cock. Fuck, but they’re beautiful together. The brightest star and the darkest night, both made better by the presence of the other.
If only they realized it.
“Take him deeper.” Hades urges her to slam down harder on my cock. Meg moans and lets her head fall back on Hades’s shoulder. He keeps up those low words, winding her pleasure tighter and tighter around us. “Just like that. Such a pretty cock he has, don’t you think?”
“Yes.”
“I picked him just for you. Hercules and his pretty cock.” He meets my gaze as he says it, and we have a moment of perfect understanding. Anything for her. We may go about it in different ways—we will always go about it in different ways—but the goal is still the same. Meg’s pleasure. Her happiness. I don’t fool myself into thinking it’s Hades’s only goal. He’s admitted as much that it’s not. But he loves her, no matter how strange their relationship is to me.
Not as strange as it used to seem. I can see the lines of it now, am beginning to understand exactly what it is they offer each other. Just like I can see the gaps neither one of them are capable of filling. I don’t even know if they realize the lack. They must, at least on some level, or I wouldn’t be here in this position, acting the part of their third. I could fill those gaps for them, I could be the softness to their jagged edges.
Hades nods once as if I’ve made the offer aloud. He takes Meg’s hands and guides them behind her back, mirroring the same position I’m in. “Use his cock, love. Take exactly what you need.” He resumes stroking her clit, a possessive touch that conveys the truth. My cock might be hers, but he owns everyone in this room.
Meg’s strokes lose their smooth rhythm, and Hades is there with his free hand, gripping her hips and forcing her to keep up the motion that will send her over the edge. I’m close behind, every muscle in my body coiling tighter and tighter as I fight off orgasm. She has to come first. She has to.
Hades ensures it happens. He presses hard on her piercing and her pussy clenches so tightly around my cock that I curse. I forget myself, forget my orders. I grab her hips and drive into her again and again, chasing my own pleasure as she milks my cock with wave after wave of orgasm. I slump back onto the couch, a boneless mess, and Meg does the same against Hades. He presses a kiss to her neck and strokes her stomach, her breasts, her arms, before shifting to give me a similar treatment. That little touch grounds me when I didn’t even realize I was floating. Hades carefully eases Meg down onto my chest and presses a soft kiss to my mouth that I’m too dazed to return. “Don’t move.”
As if I could even if I wanted to. I wave a hand vaguely and wrap my arms around Meg, cuddling her into me. She kisses my neck and nuzzles me, obviously as blitzed as I feel. Damn. I just… damn. I didn’t know sex could be like this. It was beyond good, beyond great. It was fucking life-changing.
And I can’t shake the feeling that we’ve only scratched the surface.
Hades returns quickly with blankets and a warm damp rag that smells faintly of clean laundry. He helps us sit up and cleans us up a little. Though he doesn’t linger on that aspect, there’s an element of softness in his caretaking that I didn’t expect. Maybe I should have. Several minutes later, he has us wrapped up in our respective blankets and leaning against him on either side. It feels so fucking right, I don’t bother to question it. Meg reaches across his lap and laces her fingers through mine, another little point of contact, a connection I crave as much as Hades’s warm strength.
I don’t know how much time passes while Hades acts as rock to our respective storms. Long enough that my heart is no longer trying to beat its way out of my chest and my breathing evens out. Finally, as if he’s as reluctant to break this peace as I am, he sighs. “I suppose it’s long since past time to talk.”
Chapter Twenty
Meg
I don’t have the energy for this conversation now, which must have been the point when we began this night. It doesn’t seem to matter, though, because Hades is speaking in that careful way of his that seems to come out when he’s negotiating. I push up a little, needing to see his face as he talks. My body resists the call to action, but I power through the languid feeling coating my muscles. Some things are more important than the afterglow. On his other side, Hercules does the same, shifting back to rest against the arm of the couch. His legs are still pressing against Hades; he doesn’t seem to be able to give up that contact any more than I can.
Hades plays his fingers along my knee and sighs. “I targeted Hercules specifically.”
I know that already. He does nothing without reason, and we were in that restaurant with the sole purpose of netting Hercules. “Yes, I’m aware of that, even if you didn’t bother to tell me.” My voice comes out sharper than I want it to, giving too much away, but I can’t seem to help myself. My defenses are down, crashed to pieces by these two men.