“Mmm.” Hades leans back, taking me a step closer to them until my legs bump their knees. “I would hate for you to feel left out tonight, so we’re going to give you a little something to remember us by until we can take care of you later.”
My mind whirls, but I don’t get a chance to do more than tense as Hercules runs his hand up the inside of my thigh. He urges me to take a wider stance, and I do so in a daze. Hercules slides easily to the floor between my spread legs. He gives me a happy smile. “I’ve been thinking about your pussy all day.”
I’ve been the recipient and giver of dirty talk for years. Nothing has made my legs shake the way his simple sentence does. Because of the words, yes, but also because of what they represent. I look up at Hades to find him watching with a hungry expression. No masks this time. Just sheer need. He combs his free hand through Hercules’s hair. “Get her ready.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He pushes up my dress until it bunches around my hips and then his mouth is on my pussy, licking me like he may never get another chance to. I can’t stop myself from moaning. My knees buckle as he sucks on my clit, and he catches me under my thighs. He lifts me and spins us, and for one dizzying moment, I think we’re going to end up on the floor, but then Hades is there, guiding me down onto his lap, my back to his chest.
Onto his cock.
I whimper as he stretches me, fills me. I try to shift to accommodate, but Hercules isn’t giving me an inch, he uses his hold on my thighs to keep me pinned in place, spread and open and impaled on Hades’s cock. He watches me with those big blue eyes as he drags the flat of his tongue over my clit. Hades presses his hand flat between my breasts and pins me to his chest. I’m trapped, unable to do more than take what they give me, and I’ve never felt safer than I do in that moment.
Pleasure rises in wave after wave, each driving me closer to oblivion. I lace my fingers in Hercules’s hair and writhe against them. “Let me move. Please.”
Hades sets his teeth against my neck and then soothes the spot with his tongue. “No.”
I try to hold on, but they’re too overwhelming. I come with a cry, shuddering into one of the better orgasms I’ve ever had. I slump back against Hades’s chest and for a moment, I think this is what they meant when they called me in here. I really should know better by now. Hercules leans back and holds my gaze as he licks me from his lips. “That’s a start.”
He lifts me and slams me back down on Hades’s cock. I try to help, but they’re not interested in my assistance. Hades’s hands at my waist. Hercules’s under my thighs. They use my body to fuck Hades, as if I’m a toy in human form, a pussy solely for his use. It’s so hot, I can barely stand it. Hercules pushes partially to his feet and shoves his tiny shorts off. Even damn near out of my mind with the lingering effect of my orgasm, I can’t help clenching around Hades at the sight of him naked. “Glorious, isn’t he?” Hades murmurs.
Nothing but the truth between us. “Yes.”
Hercules pushes me back against Hades chest and lifts me again, but this time it’s his cock that pushes into me. He gives me a quick kiss, and that’s all the warning I get before he braces one hand on Hades’s shoulder and starts fucking me in long, brutal thrusts. Like he’s trying to fuck me right into Hades. All the while, Hades holds me down, ensuring I can’t do anything but play the willing victim.
As if he can sense my thoughts, he begins speaking in that sinful voice of his. “Have to take care of our Meg, little Hercules. Fill her up so while she watches me beat you, the reminder of who she belongs to is dripping down her thighs.”
I come again, and I must black out for a moment because when I blink, Hercules has followed me over the edge and is pulling out of me. Hades topples him back onto the couch and shoves me onto his chest. Hercules bands his arms around me, keeping me pinned. “Fuck her like she needs, Sir.”
Hades rams into me hard enough to have a helpless noise emerging from my lips. Hard and rough and utterly perfect. He mirrors the rhythm Hercules took, fucking me just shy of brutally. And then Hercules’s mouth is on mine, swallowing my cries as Hades drives me toward another orgasm. I can’t handle it, don’t want it to stop, need them to keep fucking me until I’m marked as theirs forever. Hades presses down on the small of my back, grinding me against Hercules’s stomach. The friction against my clit is all I need. I scream as I orgasm. I’m distantly aware of Hades following me over the edge, pumping me full of come. And then he’s there, covering me with his body, he and Hercules holding me close between them.
I have never felt so loved as I do in this moment.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Hades
I can feel the buzz of anticipation in the Underworld even before I leave my office. Earlier today, I instructed Tis to quietly put out word that I’d preside over a scene tonight. That always brings in the wolves from the outer boundaries of Carver City. Even the people who only darken my doorstep occasionally manage to make an appearance on the nights I take up a whip. Or flogger. Or any number of my toys.
Hercules shifts from foot to foot. It’s the first time he’s shown nerves since he agreed to this, and I find myself moved by it. “Come here, little Hercules.”
He pivots and immediately crosses to kneel by my feet. It seems beyond belief that he’s been mine for such a short time, and yet here we are. Being with him feels as natural as breathing. I trace the hard line of his jaw, allowing myself to linger. “Your safe word remains the same. Say Olympus and it all stops. Our having an audience changes nothing when it comes to that.”
“Okay.” He stares at me with blue eyes that have somehow retained an element of innocence. It’s intoxicating. Hercules wets his lips. “Are you going to fuck me in front of everyone?”
“No.” I don’t know why I’m surprised to witness disappointment on his face, but it amuses me. “Greedy thing, aren’t you? Just as greedy as our Meg, wanting to claim me the same way I’ll claim you.”
He lifts his chin. “Can you blame me?”
“Not in the least.” He’s still holding back, though. Something isn’t quite right. “What is it?”
“Meg should be here with us.” He starts to drop his chin, but I tighten my hold on his jaw, forcing him to continue meeting my gaze. Hercules’s brows lower. “It’s not just you and me. It’s the three of us. It seems wrong to basically declare your intentions and not have her involved.”
He’s not wrong, but I have a plan and it requires the two of us, not the three of us. “She’ll be feeling evidence of us for hours yet.”
“That’s not the same and you know it.”
Yes, I suppose I do. I sigh. “I’ve already compromised the better part of my plans. This isn’t something I’m willing to add to that list.”
He hesitates, but in the end finally nods against my hand. “Promise me that someday it will be the three of us out there.”
“I promise.” Easy enough to do since that is my intention already. Not tonight, not when I need Zeus squirming and full of rage, but soon. Everyone knows Meg is mine, but it won’t do to have them speculating that she’s being replaced. Rumor may fly for a short time, but it’s something I’m willing to risk.