“I’m proud of you,” Hades murmurs. “I know that wasn’t easy.” He pulls out of me and I sob out a breath at the sudden lack.
But then Hercules is there through some unspoken agreement. He pulls me down onto his cock and I might laugh if I had the breath for it. God save me from a twenty-five-year-old’s record recovery time. I already know what Hades is about before I feel the cool slide of his lubed fingers against my ass. I lean forward and exhale, relaxing into the intrusion as he tests me. I don’t want the tease right now. I want all of him, all of them, a physical representation of what we’ve already said with our words. Hades always had a cruel streak, though, and he takes his time with me. Making us wait.
Hercules cups my face with his big hands. “Trust us,” he repeats.
“I’ll try.”
He kisses me. His tongue slides into my mouth the moment that Hades guides his cock into my ass, as if they planned this moment perfectly through some unspoken command. Even though I’ve done this before more than a few times, I can’t help panting against Hercules’s lips as Hades works his way into me until he’s sheathed completely. I am so fucking full of them that it almost hurts, a growing pressure that will morph into pleasure at the barest hint of movement. I try to shift, but Hades grips my hips too tightly. “Not yet, love.”
Desperation rises in time with the heartbeat throbbing beneath my skin. Too much. It’s too much and not enough and I can’t stand it. “Please.” I manage to slide the barest bit against them and the friction nearly causes my eyes to roll back in my head. Words rise up, a torrent I fight to keep inside. I should know better by now. “Please, please, please fuck me.” I try to stop, try to slow down, but they overwhelm me simply by existing. “Please love me.”
Just like that, Hades’s grip relaxes. “I’ll always give you what you need.”
“We’ll always give you what you need.” Hercules takes my arms and guides them to the small of my back where Hades takes over. He clasps my wrists with one hand and keeps his grip on my hip with the other, and then he begins to move. A slow slide out and an equally agonizingly slow slide back in. On the third one, Hercules picks up the rhythm, thrusting when Hades withdraws, withdrawing when Hades thrusts. I am never empty, never able to move, never able to do more than take the pleasure they alternate giving me.
I’m sobbing and I can’t stop. They have made me their center in this moment and it’s a balm to my battered soul. Through some unspoken communication, they both shove deep and it throws me over the edge. I shudder as I come, my body so over-sensitized that I can barely handle the pleasure. Hades and Hercules are there to catch me. They hold me between their bodies as they keep fucking me, but the tone of it changes. Even as they buoy me up, they seek their own pleasure. I twist a little to see Hades take Hercules’s mouth and it’s almost enough to send me over the edge again. Hercules comes first, driving into me from below, his moans muffled by Hades’s mouth. Hades breaks away and releases my hands. He braces himself on the small of my back and drives deep again and again, pulling out the barest moment before he orgasms. He comes across my back in hot spurts and I shiver.
Hades slumps down next to us and I turn my face so I can see him. He looks… happy. Relaxed in a way I’ve never witnessed. As happy and relaxed as I feel. He takes my hand and presses a kiss to the tattoo on wrist and gives me a wry smile. We don’t need words, though. Not right now, not when everything is exactly as it should be.
Maybe… maybe this can actually work.
It takes time to recover enough to regain the use of my legs, but the moment I do, they haul me into the shower and we take turns cleaning one another up. It could be a foreplay all its own, but I’m so exhausted, I’m weaving on my feet. The last twelve hours have been a lot. More than a lot.
Back in Hercules’s bedroom, I stare at the messy sheets and shake my head. We’ve ruined them. There are a spare set in the closet, but the thought of putting even that much effort is too much. “Well, hell.”
A silk robe touches my shoulders and I slip my arms into it and belt it around my waist. I glance at Hades. “Since when are my clothes in here?”
He gives me a look but ignores the question. He’s wearing his slacks and pulls on his shirt. I don’t know why my stomach drops with each button he closes, but I can’t shake the feeling that this was only a magical moment in time. That it can’t last. I push the fear away. I told them I’d trust them, and I will. No matter what.
Hercules has on a pair of lounge pants and nothing else. He stares at the bed. “That won’t work.”
“Come along.” Hades opens the door and walks out.
I sigh. “I hate it when he does this.”
“Do you, though?” Hercules chuckles and heads for the door.
I glare at his back. “Fine. No, I don’t.”
I half expect Hades to walk to my room, but he bypasses my door and heads for the elevator. We take it up to the top floor, and I can’t help watching Hercules’s face as we step out. His eyes go a little wide as he steps out into Hades’s penthouse, and he turns a slow circle. “Wow.”
Wow is right. The rest of the building, Hades’s personal office excepted, is all clean lines and minimalist decorations. Not so with his living space. It’s… not cluttered, exactly, but filled with evidence of a life well-lived. There’s a shelf filled with knickknacks he’s collected on his various travels, and bookshelves filled with more books than one man could possibly read in a single lifetime.
Hades doesn’t stop to let Hercules take it all in. He strides down the short hall to the bedroom. Here, it’s a little darker, a little broodier, a little more expected of someone who runs the Underworld. The windows all have blackout blinds and the giant custom-made bed has deep red sheets that are an obscenely high thread count. The walk-in closet is larger than most people’s apartments, and the bathroom larger yet. Hades likes his luxuries.
Hercules huffs out a laugh. “You do nothing halfway, do you?”
“Why bother?” Hades flips back the comforter. “In bed, both of you. Before you fall asleep where you stand.”
I don’t have to look outside to know that the sun is creeping up from the horizon. We have a few hours before I need to be in my office, and I’m tired enough to need them. I drop my robe and climb into the bed. After the briefest hesitation, Hercules follows me. Hades stands at the foot of the bed and stares at us for a long moment, possession and something like longing lingering in those dark eyes. “Mine.”
I shiver and try to keep the vulnerability out of my voice. “I take it you’re not joining us?”
“Not yet.” His gaze softens. “Sleep, love. You two deserve it. You’ve pleased me greatly.”
There’s no point in arguing. It will waste both my breath and my time. I finally tuck myself against Hercules’s chest and relax into him as he wraps his arms around me. The man is an inferno, chasing away the chill that worked its way beneath my skin on the walk up here. I always sleep well in Hades’s bed, surrounded by his presence even when he’s not in the bed with me. This time, with Hercules holding me, it’s doubly true. I close my eyes and let myself relax against him.