“You have no idea how much I want that, Ammie.” Griffin pulled her into his arms and she snuggled close, breathing in the warm scent of his skin. “I want both of you. I need both of you. I love him, and I’m already falling in love with you.”
She kissed his chest. “I’ve never stopped loving you. The only difference between then and now is, I finally get to find even more things about you to love.”
“I hope I don’t disappoint you.”
“You never could.”
A soft rumble of thunder echoed her words, as if in blessing.
****
Griffin felt it first. He opened his eyes, blinking against the darkness. Someone’s there.
Lightning flashed outside, revealing a figure at the foot of the bed. He struggled to sit up, throwing a protective arm across Amphitrite.
And then stopped as another bolt of lightning illuminated a golden trident.
Fumbling, he reached for one of the tiny bedside lamps and snapped it on. The room lit with a faint glow. A wet and dripping Poseidon stood at the bottom of the bed, weariness etched into his bearded face.
“Oh, my God,” Griffin breathed in relief. “Are you all right?”
“Yes. We were able to run off the creatures. I—”
Amphitrite slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Griffin?” she mumbled, before noticing her husband at the foot of the bed. “Poseidon.”
The god gave them both a pained smile. “I see the two of you have met already,” he said, trying to sound happy and failing miserably. “That’s good. I won’t have to worry about introductions, then.”
Amphitrite glanced at Griffin, then back at her husband. “Thank you for saving him. Griffin has told me what you’ve done.”
Poseidon nodded back, fidgeting with a fold of his sodden chiton. “I did what I was supposed to do,” he said. “You have my apologies for intruding. I just wanted to make sure Griffin was all right. I’ll leave the two of you now.”
“What?” Griffin blurted. “No! You can’t just leave.”
Poseidon shook his head. “It’s all right, beloved. The two of you belong together. I knew this would happen.” His mustache twitched as he tried to smile. “I wanted this to happen. I wish you both all the happiness you were denied because of me.” He gave Amphitrite a brief glance, but Griffin could sense the yearning beneath it. “If he begins to weaken, let me know and I will come and help. Otherwise, I won’t touch him. He’s yours.”
Oh, bugger this. Griffin threw off the covers and stood up, realizing too late that he’d gone to sleep naked. “Listen to me, you great oik,” he snapped, fists on his hips as he glared at the god. “You’re my agapetos, too. I want you in my bed, and not just because of your magical joy juice. I love you, and I’ll be damned if I’m letting you wander off and play the martyr now.”
“He’s right, Poseidon,” Amphitrite said, her voice quiet but firm. “Griffin is just as much your agapetos as he is mine. He loves you, and he deserves to be in your arms.”
Poseidon had gone still, hands now clenched at his sides. “I want Griffin in my arms,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I want both of you in my arms. Amphitrite, I am sorry. I am so very, very sorry for what I did. Griffin knows everything. Out of the gracious kindness of his heart he’s forgiven me. But you’ve had to live all these centuries without him, because of what I did.” He struck himself on his chest, and Griffin winced at the solid thud of the impact. “Please, let me do this one thing to make it up to you. Take Griffin, and be happy with him.”
“I am happy with him,” Amphitrite insisted, her eyes shimmering with tears. “But I cannot be completely happy as long as you hold yourself apart from us, even for the best and most selfless of reasons.” Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the edge of the blanket and lifted it in an unmistakable gesture. “For the love of Gaia, husband, come to bed.”
Poseidon stared at her with longing, but didn’t move.
Right. If the pillock needs a push, I’ll give him one. Moving deliberately, Griffin sat back down on the bed, swinging his legs up and getting comfortable against the pillows. He left a space between himself and Amphitrite, and patted it now. “She means you’re forgiven, mate,” he said. “Now get in here. If nothing else, you’ve got over seven thousand years of makeup orgasms to get started on.”
Amphitrite gave him a shocked look but laughed, wiping at a rogue tear. “He’s right, you know. Come to bed,” she repeated, smiling now. “You great oik.”
Poseidon let out a low, ragged breath. His clothing and armor disappeared, and his skin and hair dried instantly. Naked, he crawled onto the mattress to them, hesitating one last time before lowering himself into Amphitrite’s arms.
His shoulders began to shudder. Understanding, Griffin spooned around his back and pulled the covers over the three of them as their mate cried out the loneliness of the last seven millennia.
****
Poseidon didn’t know how long they held him, how long he poured out the scalding tears that gushed up from some unknown reservoir deep within him. He felt the firm warmth of Griffin stretched along his back, protecting him, and the sweet softness of Amphitrite against his front comforting him.
Finally he sucked in a shuddering breath. “Thank you,” he whispered.
His wife kissed his forehead. “You’re welcome,” she said softly. He looked up into her eyes and saw that she meant it. “In every sense of the word, my love.”
“We need you, mate,” Griffin said, kissing his shoulder. “To quote Tony Stark, who was actually quoting Jerry Maguire if I remember correctly, you complete us.”
Poseidon glanced back at his mate. “Tony Stark?”
Griffin sighed. “Yeah, we definitely need a movie night. I’m going to introduce both of you to the wonder that is the Marvel Cinematic Universe.”
Amphitrite let out a ladylike snort. “I hardly need an introduction. I’d happily watch Robert Downey Jr. read the Eleusinian Mysteries.”
Griffin perked. “Really? I would’ve pegged you as a Captain America fan.”
“Oh, Chris Evans is most aesthetically pleasing, don’t get me wrong. But I’m more inclined to pat him on the head and give him cookies. Whereas Mr. Downey is—” She let out a little purr.
Poseidon had no idea what his mates were talking about, but he was sure he’d enjoy whatever it was if they were with him. He also knew they were trying to lighten the atmosphere, and loved them even more for it. “A marvelous movie night it is, then,” he said.
Griffin laughed again. “Marvel. Never mind. I—”
He stopped. Poseidon felt something thickening against his ass, slowly swelling, and glanced over his shoulder. “Griffin?”
“Oh.” A look of almost comical surprise crossed Griffin’s face, before it was blown away by a huge grin. “Fuck. I’m getting hard!”
Joy lit Amphitrite’s face. “Darling, that’s wonderful!” she said, reaching across him to stroke their mortal mate’s arm. Then she gave Poseidon a look that could only be called saucy. “We should celebrate this, shouldn’t we, husband?”
“Indeed we should, wife.” He shifted onto his back, sliding his arms around each of their shoulders and pulling them close. “And I believe I promised you something, Griffin, for when you regained this particular function.”
Their mortal mate blinked at him. “You’re serious?”
“Indeed. I think it would be an excellent way to celebrate our union.”
Amphitrite propped her chin on Poseidon’s chest, studying them both. “What are you two talking about?”
Griffin hesitated, and he chuckled. “We had a very philosophical discussion about penetration, my dear. I told Griffin that when his issue abated, he could take me.”
Amphitrite’s eyebrows rose almost to her hairline. “You’re going to let Griffin top you?” she said, disbelieving.
“Yes. I’m rather looking forward to it.” He gave her a seductive smile. “And I was hoping that you would let me make love to you wh
ile he did it. I find the idea of the three of us together like that extremely arousing.”
Griffin’s cock twitched against his ass. “You’re not the only one,” Griffin said, half groaning. “Christ, just thinking about it makes me want to come.”
Poseidon ground back against his mortal, earning another groan. “Ammie?”
“Oh, yes,” Amphitrite said, her voice dropping into the throaty tone that he still remembered. “But Griffin will have to prepare you first. Am I allowed to watch?”
“I would certainly hope so.” Poseidon grinned over his shoulder. “What do you say, beloved? Should we give our lady a show?”
“Fuck, yes.” Griffin kissed him and Poseidon gave himself to the hunger in his mate’s lips, enjoying the heat and need. In mid-kiss he glanced over at Amphitrite. High points of color had come out in her cheeks, and her nipples were already peaked. Yes, she definitely liked the thought of watching them together.
He lay back and surrendered himself to Griffin’s attentions. Still kissing him, Griffin trailed light fingers down his chest and abdomen, toying with the auburn curls that graced his groin, before taking his cock in a loose clasp. It began to thicken as Griffin played with it.
“I’m going to need some lube, love,” he said.
Poseidon reached out and fetched some of his favorite unguent from Olympus, handing the pot to Griffin. “Here.”
Griffin stared at the small cut-glass jar and its creamy contents. “Is that what you were using on me?”
“Yes. Why?”
“It explains a few things.”
“Oh, dear,” Amphitrite said, sniggering.
Poseidon flushed. “Why are you giggling?”
She grinned at him. “It’s just that for someone who’s incredibly up to date when it comes to technology, you’re somewhat old school when it comes to sex.”
He huffed at that. “I haven’t had sex with anyone in centuries. It’s not my fault if I’m somewhat behind on the cutting edge of lubricants.”
“Never mind,” Griffin said, sitting up and shifting until he was sitting between Poseidon’s legs. “I did a bit of reading up on the topic. Why don’t we try something that’s made for the activity?”
He named a specific brand of modern lubricant, one that was silicone-based. Shrugging, Poseidon sent the unguent away and fetched a black tube, handing it over. “Is this it?”
“Yeah, perfect.” Griffin uncapped it and pumped a thick, clear glob onto his fingers. Tossing the tube onto the bed, he urged Poseidon’s legs up until they were bent at the knee. “Ammie, could you keep his mouth occupied while I’m working here?”
“I believe I could do that.” Amphitrite stretched out across his chest and kissed him, nipping his lower lip and letting it slide out from between her white teeth. “I missed you, you stubborn old bull,” she said in Ancient Greek.
“Gaia, how I’ve missed you. I love you,” he said in the same language. “I’ve always loved you.”
“And I’ve always loved you,” she said, kissing him again. “Even when I was furious with you.”
He felt wet fingers slide into his crease, teasing the sensitive flesh there before circling the tight iris. “Are you happy with this, Ammie? Truly?”
She stroked his cheek, gazing into his eyes. “I’m happy, beloved. I have everything I ever wanted.” She glanced down at Griffin. “And I’m sorry, my love.”
“For what?”
“For keeping Medusa from you. If I’d told you about her from the beginning—”
The last bit of pain in his heart dissolved. He smothered her words with a kiss. “Don’t apologize, beloved. You did what you thought was right at the time.”
“But we’ve lost so much time already. And now Griffin’s illness—”
Poseidon gasped as Griffin’s fingertip penetrated him. “I’m working on that. Chiron is searching for Apollo.”
“I should have known you’d have it in hand.” She reached down and stroked his cock lightly, playing with the growing veins along the shaft. “Speaking of having things in hand. Do you remember the first time we did this?”
He swallowed, vibrating between the sensation of her hand on his cock and Griffin’s finger slowly opening him up. “You’ll have to define your terms a bit more clearly, beloved. I don’t believe we ever entertained a third partner before.”
“I meant this.” She squeezed his cock, and he groaned at the throbbing sensation. “It was shortly after our wedding, at your temple in Crete. You were so eager, but I was supposed to meet with Mother and Father and you had to speak to your priests.”
He panted softly. “So we made ourselves invisible and you brought me off behind the altar. Yes, I remember.” It was the moment he knew he would love his feisty, sensual, fearless consort forever. “Although I still think fellatio would have been more appropriate.”
“You always thought fellatio was more appropriate,” she said, chuckling. “It was a marble floor, beloved, and I wasn’t able to summon things yet. My knees would have bruised.”
“I would have kissed them better. I should have kissed you between them more often, as well.” He licked his lips, remembering her taste. “I was foolish. So many years of joy lost to us.”
“And so many still to come,” she reminded him, running her thumb over the head of his cock. “Now that we have Griffin.”
Who picked that moment to clear his throat. “Just a reminder, I don’t actually speak Ancient Greek,” he said.
“How did you know we were speaking Ancient Gree—” Poseidon sucked in a harsh breath as Griffin found that magic spot inside him, pressing light circles onto it. “Oh, yes,” he breathed.
“Yeah, found your prostate,” Griffin said, sounding amused. “I speak a little Greek, so I’m catching cognates here and there.”
“Excellent deduction, Holmes,” Amphitrite said, sliding her fingers down to the base of Poseidon’s cock and gripping it firmly. He gasped and nodded, appreciating the assistance in holding off his orgasm. “And I’m sorry—we haven’t had the chance to speak it to each other for a very long time. We’ll teach it to you, I promise.”
“Good luck with that. There’s a reason why I speak a little Greek and not a lot.” Poseidon heard a click, then something wet being squirted out. “Ready for another finger?”
“Yes.” He rode out the expected burn, waiting until it turned into a biting pleasure. “Another?”
“You’re eager.” But Griffin complied. This time the burn was sharper. Poseidon breathed into it, wishing he could command his inner muscles to relax as easily as he commanded the waves. “All right, love?”
“Yes. I think I’m ready.”
“Not by half.” Griffin slid his free hand under Poseidon’s balls, rolling them gently in his palm. “Ammie, play with his cock some more, but don’t let him come. Not until I’m inside him and he’s inside you.”
“Yes, beloved.” With a sultry look she stepped up her erotic torture. Poseidon let himself writhe under the combined sensations, relaxing into them and the heady feeling of letting someone else take over for once. All he had to do, all his mates wanted him to do, was lie there and take whatever they chose to give to him. And they chose pleasure, short-circuiting his nerves with licking bursts of sensation that were just this side of pain.
He clutched the coverlet, feeling it rip under his immortal fingers. “Please, love, please.”
“Please what?” Amphitrite murmured into his ear.
“Please take me. Fuck me. Make me yours.”
She glanced down at their other mate, never stopping her hand on his aching cock. “Griffin?”
“Now.” Griffin slid his fingers out, and Poseidon missed the sensation of being filled. Then he felt Griffin’s thighs sliding under his own, lifting them more. Something hard and large pressed against his loosened opening. Poseidon pushed out against it, hissing as he was breached.
Griffin groaned. “Christ, that’s so tight. No wonder you like this. You all rig
ht?”
“Give me a minute.” It had been so long since he’d let Nerites take him like this, he’d forgotten that first cramp of pain. Taking a deep breath, he pushed back again and felt Griffin slide in just a bit more. “Oh.”
“Take your time, love. I can wait.” Griffin stroked his thighs. “God, you look amazing like this. All sprawled out and open, just waiting to be fucked.”
The words sent a thrill through Poseidon, and he relaxed further. Then again, he thought, two could play at that game. “I can’t wait until you’re all the way inside me,” he said in a low rumble. “Filling me up until all I can think about is your thick cock.”
Griffin groaned again. “If you really want me to come right now, keep talking like that.”
“For Gaia’s sake, don’t make him come,” Amphitrite said, snuggling closer to Poseidon. “I want to watch him fuck you while you fuck me.”
“And you aren’t helping, gorgeous.” Now breathless and sweating a bit, Griffin grimaced in concentration. “I think—yeah. I’m in.” He grinned down at Poseidon. “I am very tempted to fuck your brains right out of your ears, love.”
Poseidon stretched, enjoying the sensation of being filled. “I’d like to see you try.”
In answer, Griffin pulled back slightly and thrust in again, harder this time. It set off a lovely ripple effect that reached right up into the god’s diaphragm.
Feeling wicked, Poseidon wrapped his legs around Griffin’s waist and pulled him closer. “You can go harder than that,” he taunted.
“Yes, I can.” To Poseidon’s delight Griffin started a rolling motion with his hips, pistoning that lovely thick cock in and out of his body. Poseidon hiked his legs higher, welcoming the invader and his own delightful lack of responsibility. He could feel his toes curling from the sheer delight of being fucked by one agapetos while the other gave him the hand-job of a lifetime.
After some experimentation Griffin found the right angle that bumped him over that small gland. Poseidon yelped in pleasure as stars burst across his vision. His neck arched uncontrollably, pushing his head deeper into the pillow.
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