Cas hauled her upright, their faces even.
“I loved it,” he said fiercely. “I loved watching him fuck you. I loved watching him make you scream.”
Her eyes widened and hope flared in her heart. “You did?”
“I loved every second of it. I came, watching you. Gods, when the three of us fuck together, we’ll move the world.”
Pol’s voice came from the doorway. “Good.”
He stood there with his arms folded, his stance similar to what Cas’ had been, except he was fully dressed and smelled of a smoky taverna. “I’m glad to hear that’s all settled. Can we go to bed now?”
* * * * *
They didn’t actually have sex in the bedroom. By tacit agreement, Cas and Pol lay on either side of Fiona, as they had the first night they’d seen her, enclosing her with their protective bodies, and let her sleep.
Cas inhaled her scent as he ran his hand over her bare hip. This had been the best night of his demigod life—taking Fiona completely on the bed, watching Pol play with her and fuck her ass while he stood noiselessly in the bedroom doorway, and then fucking her hard and fast on the table, his need primal.
Pol lay on Fiona’s other side, eyes closed, a happy smile on his face. Cas wondered if Pol had the same depth of feeling for Fiona that he had, or whether his brother was simply enjoying himself.
He hoped Pol loved Fiona as much as he did. Their life in this new world would be so much better if they were all together, a threesome bound by love.
Not to mention excellent sex.
Cas wanted to have Fiona in every way possible, and he wanted Pol to try things with her while he watched. Endless possibilities danced through his mind.
Fiona was a mortal woman, however, and they needed to go carefully. She was tired and needed her rest.
He’d realized after making love to her that she was not a goddess or demigoddess as he’d assumed, but a human woman fortified only with the magic of her archaeology. He had little doubt she’d come up with a way to free them of Selena and her spells completely, and then they’d have some fun.
Pol was already asleep, softly snoring, and Fiona had slid into sleep as soon as Cas pulled the sheet over her. Cas lay awake for a long time, touching Fiona and breathing in her scent, enjoying her warmth and his new feelings of love.
In the morning, Fiona announced that they needed to return to the dig. She’d taken the jar without permission, Dionysus’ gift of an extra night was over and they would be safer back at the site.
Cas knew Fiona didn’t really believe they’d be safer. She wore a worried pucker between her brows as she dressed, packed her toothbrush and made ready to leave.
Fiona drove her car with the jar on the seat next to her, and Cas and Pol followed on the bike. Fiona drove more slowly than Cas liked, but he did not want to venture too far ahead and leave her unprotected.
They took seven hours to reach Athens, stopping along the way to see the friends Cas and Pol had made on the way to the mountain. The families welcomed Fiona with enthusiasm and plied her with food and drink.
When they reached the site later that evening, Dr. Wheelan emerged and climbed toward them on the path.
He waved cheerfully as though they’d only been gone a few minutes instead of two entire days. “Is that the jar, Fiona? Good, I was looking for it. I have a woman here from the Greek antiquities department who wants to take it for their collection.”
* * * * *
“Here?” Fiona had the sudden urge to clasp the jar to her chest and not let anyone see it. “Who is she?”
Dr. Wheelan shrugged. “A Selena something-or-other. She seems to know what she’s talking about. She’s waiting in the pottery room now.”
Cold fear touched her. She glanced nervously at the path to the pottery room and then at the twins, who’d moved off to find Hans.
Even Dr. Wheelan would not believe that a woman dressed in black leather carrying a whip was from the antiquities department, would he? Not that Dr. Wheelan was good at noticing anything dated more recently than Roman times.
“What does she look like?”
“I don’t remember. Greek. Why don’t you go chat with her, Fiona, I have some…” Dr. Wheelan’s words trailed off as he wandered away, his mind firmly on his next problem.
Fiona hugged the jar wrapped in its protective sheet, wanting to hide it in her room and at the same time not let it out of her sight. If she stashed it in her bedroom, what would keep Selena from sneaking in and taking it?
But then, Fiona couldn’t carry it around for the rest of her life.
Exasperated, Fiona went after the twins. When she caught up to them Cas was complimenting Hans on his motorcycle and talking about how it handled. He and Hans and Pol started in on ways to ride it to make it run better, adding hand gestures to illustrate.
Men. Fiona rolled her eyes and waited until Cas looked over and saw her.
“Fiona. Love.” He slid his arm around her waist and suddenly all her problems went away. At least, she wished they would. She could spend days alone in bed with this man.
Behind him Pol sent her a wink. She could spend days in bed with him as well. Or perhaps a week with both of them?
I’m in a threesome, she thought, wanting to laugh hysterically. The woman who never believed any man would ever want her is in a threesome with two hot demigods.
Hans, like Dr. Wheelan, didn’t seem to notice the sudden rise in pheromones around him.
“Ah, Fiona,” he said. “We are uncovering some interesting pottery fragments. Something nice for you, I think?”
“Terrific,” she answered, trying to sound enthusiastic.
Fiona would normally be ecstatic at the thought of poring over totally new pottery fragments from who-knew-when. She lived for pottery. Today, however, she could barely nod and ask Hans to let her know when he had pieces ready.
As soon as they left Hans to his stoa Cas and Pol closed in on either side of her.
“I think Fiona should rest,” Pol suggested, surreptitiously moving his fingers to her backside.
“A good idea,” Cas agreed. He sent Fiona a smile that heated her blood.
“I have the feeling that if I lie down with you two I won’t get much rest.”
“We might let you,” Pol said. “But not at first.”
Her excitement grew, distracting her from the problem of Selena as she visualized what they might do. Pol would be naked on one side of her, Cas on the other, while they touched her and licked her and told her what they would do to her.
She blew out her breath, her hold nearly slipping on the jar. “Selena is here,” she announced.
Both men stopped, their smiles disappearing.
“Here?” Cas’ voice went hard.
“I think so. Dr. Wheelan said someone named Selena was in the pottery room.”
Cas and Pol exchanged a long glance. As one, they turned and started off in the direction of the pottery room. Fiona scuttled along behind them. “Wait! If it is her, you shouldn’t just run in. Let’s come up with a plan for dealing with her.”
“I have a plan,” Pol said over his shoulder.
“What, throttle her?”
“Peel her skin from her inch by inch. Then throttle her.”
Fiona ground her teeth. “She’s very strong. I felt her power. She put the spell on you in the first place, didn’t she?”
Cas faced her. “She tricked us. She used a hydra to capture Pol and threatened to murder him. She knew damn well I would not stand by and watch my brother be killed.”
“You should have,” Pol said.
Cas glared at him as though this was an old argument. “She said if I fucked her she’d let Pol go. I loathed her, but it seemed an easy price. I could hold my nose and do it. What I didn’t know is that she could trap a man’s cock in her quim.”
“She paralyzed Cas,” Pol filled in. “And then gave me the same choice. If I fucked her, completing the threesome, she’d let him go. But it was a ri
tual performed to trap us both forever.”
Fiona looked from one to the other, her anger boiling up to take over reason. “Pol is right. You should throttle her.”
“Damn straight,” Pol answered.
They turned and strode for the pottery room.
“Carefully!” Fiona shouted after them.
She ran to catch up, heart in her throat, just as they passed into the building and crossed the threshold of the pottery room.
No one was in it. The shelves and shelves of pottery pieces were undisturbed, and they found no demon demigoddess hiding behind the door or in the shadows. If Selena had been there, she was long gone.
“It was her,” Cas growled. “I can smell her.”
Pol nodded, his expression grim.
Fiona loosened her hold on the jar and gently rested it on the table. “Good thing I brought this with me.”
The gray tabby jumped up to the table, orange eyes bright. It sat down and yawned, its gums drawing back to reveal long, sharp teeth. Then it twined itself around the jar, butting it and purring softly.
Fiona reached her hand out to pet it.
Cas and Pol did not seem to notice. “Bring the jar, Fiona,” Cas said in his quiet voice. “We will return with it to your bedchamber.”
Fiona looked at the cat, who returned the look steadily. Then to her astonishment, the cat winked.
“I think I can leave it here. It will be safe for now.”
Cas and Pol looked dubious. They exchanged a glance but didn’t argue. The cat curled its body around the jar and proceeded to fall asleep.
* * * * *
Cas knew it would be useless to argue with Fiona about the jar. He also knew that he and Pol would take care of it later. For now, Fiona truly needed to rest. She’d driven the little vehicle for a long time, and she’d cursed at it a lot. Sleep would do her good.
He knew, however, when they reached her small bedroom, that Fiona would not sleep, at least not right away. Pheromones poured from her, he could taste them.
Still, she calmly laid herself on the bed, promising to get some rest. Cas and Pol meant to leave but both of them stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at their lovely lady.
Perhaps he should tease her, Cas thought, driving her anticipation to the breaking point before he let her sleep. He and Pol could massage her or simply touch her and then when she was ready to be brought to climax, leave her. They could make her beg for them to return and give her release.
Of course, by then it might be himself begging for release.
He drew his hand across the soft skin of her ankle. “Which of us do you want first?”
She lifted her head, eyes widening, pupils spreading to swallow the brown. “First?”
“Your choice, love. Would you want me to make love to you slowly or do you want Pol to tie you to the bed and fuck your ass?”
Her eyes grew enormous. “I don’t think I can make a choice like that,” she said breathlessly.
Pol stood with his hands on his hips, his cock already pressing out the seam of his jeans. “Why don’t we blindfold her and make her take the first one of us she finds?”
Cas’ already hard cock lifted another inch. “I think that is a good idea.”
“She’ll strip first, of course.”
Cas could see the pulse pounding in Fiona’s throat, beckoning his tongue. “What about Selena? She might still be lurking.”
Pol shook his head. “We could sense her if she was. And smell her foul scent. She was here, but she has gone. Something frightened her off, but I don’t know what.”
“The cat.”
Cas frowned. Fiona looked at a point in mid-air, like she saw something he couldn’t. “Cat?”
“The cat drove her away, like in the library.”
Cas exchanged a glance with his brother. Fiona must be more tired than they thought.
“What cat?” Pol asked.
She looked surprised. “In the pottery room. The gray one.”
He and Pol looked at each other again. “We saw no cat.”
Fiona gaped at them then her look became thoughtful. “Oh.”
“It was a long drive,” Pol said, his smile returning. “She should take off her clothes now and put on the blindfold.”
“Lock the door,” Fiona said hastily. “I’d just die if anyone came in.”
* * * * *
Cas thought he’d seen nothing sexier in the world than Fiona, completely bare, her toes splayed on the board floor, her arms outstretched while she tried to find the elusive twins. A white cloth bound her eyes and lifted her red hair, and she smiled as she groped her way around the room.
Her breasts were round and taut and moisture glistened on the twist of red hair at her quim. Her hips were shapely, and he remembered the smoothness of her skin there. Damn, this would take too long.
The twins had decided that not only did she have to find one of them, she had to identify him without removing the blindfold. Cas had pulled off his clothes, skin tingling in anticipation of being touched by her sweet, questing hands.
Now she reached toward him as though feeling his warmth and he sidestepped, suppressing his laughter so she wouldn’t hear him.
Pol circled her from behind. Every so often, he’d dart in close, slap her on her backside and retreat before she could swing around and touch him.
“Oh, come on, that’s not fair,” she said when he did it again. “At least make some noise so I have some chance.”
Pol let out a snicker. Fiona lunged at him, coming up with her hands against his torso. He stood there silently grinning while Fiona roved her fingers all over his body. Cas saw her brows furrow under the blindfold while she tried to decide which twin she’d caught.
His cock lifted high as she skimmed her hands down Pol’s waist and hips and moved over his erection. She deliberately tested out its size and shape while Pol closed his eyes and suppressed a groan.
Cas slid his fingers over his own cock, pressing it in sympathy. He needed that bottle of oil Pol had obtained in Litohoro, the kind that smelled like lavender and complimented Fiona’s own scent.
He bit back a raw sound as Fiona sank to her knees, her hands on Pol’s hips, and drew Pol’s cock into her mouth.
Cas watched her red lips stretch over it, watched Pol snake his hand through her hair, still holding himself back.
Fiona withdrew and licked Pol’s cock all over, pausing now and then as though assessing his taste.
“Pol,” she announced.
“You have it.” Pol lifted the blindfold and guided his cock back in her mouth. Cas stroked his own in the same rhythm.
“How did you know?” Cas asked, walking toward them, hand still on his cock.
Fiona sent him a triumphant smile. “You taste different.”
“Do we?”
She nodded. “You’re smooth, like wine,” she told Cas. “Pol is more like—schnapps.”
Cas blinked. “What is schnapps?”
“Liquor with a bite, best drunk chilled.”
Pol pretended to look horrified. “I hope you don’t plan to chill me.”
“No.” She slanted him a wicked smile. “I like you warm.”
Their shy Fiona was learning how sexy she was.
Cas moved to Pol’s side. “Drink both of us,” he suggested.
Fiona gazed up at him, lips parted, as though he’d just offered her the chalice of ambrosia from Zeus’ table. “Can I?”
“I don’t know, can you?” Pol grinned.
He moved closer to Cas, resting his arm on Cas’ shoulder. Double trouble, that’s what the gods of the Pantheon called them. Humans spun stories of Cas’ and Pol’s loyalty to each other, but the gods knew the truth.
Hell on wheels, Fiona had called them when she’d scolded them for riding Hans’ bike too fast. Cas should explain to her that they had nothing to do with hell or even Hades. They were demigods of the heavens, of the paradise of Olympus.
Fiona was smiling as though she�
��d found paradise. She closed her mouth over Pol’s cock, a look of rapture on her face. Then she backed away from him, turned her head, and took Cas’.
Cas’ head rocked back. Oh yes, this was heaven. His fingers tightened on Pol’s arm, and Pol held him upright, laughing softly.
“She’s good, isn’t she?”
“She is perfection,” Cas corrected him.
Fiona went back and forth—Pol and Cas, Cas and Pol. Her mouth was hot and wet and made Cas crazy. Every time she drew away, he wanted to grab her and drag her back, and he knew Pol wanted the same. He wanted to haul her to the bed and fuck her, him alone, to tell her who she belonged to first.
At the same time, he wanted Pol to enjoy himself as well. His brother did, grunting as she slid her mouth over him, moving his hips to fuck her mouth.
Cas felt the buildup behind his balls that meant he was going to come. Fiona turned her mouth to him but he stepped out of the way.
Pol looked at him like he’d gone crazy. Cas shook his head. “Not yet. I want to do something else. Pol, let her drink from you on the bed.”
Pol grinned slowly, knowing what Cas had in mind, and moved away from Fiona’s questing mouth. She looked disappointed but then interested as Pol seated himself on the narrow bed and spread his legs, his feet dangling on either side of it.
Fiona brightened. She enjoyed gazing at Pol spread out like a feast, if the look on her face was anything to go by. When Pol beckoned to her with both hands, she went readily, smiling.
“On your hands and knees,” Cas said. “Take him with your mouth.”
Fiona obeyed. She crawled onto the bed and lowered her lips to cover Pol’s cock, her ass raised.
That’s what he wanted. Cas found the bottle of oil, smoothed it over his ready and hot cock, then climbed behind her.
He wouldn’t take her ass, that was for Pol. Fiona’s pussy, on the other hand, had been made for Cas.
Cas placed his hands on her hips, positioned himself at her opening and slid himself inside in one firm stroke.
Gods, yes. As before, their senses connected. He experienced her wonder and heart-pounding excitement to feel his cock in her, and he experienced his own excitement of her squeezing down on him.
At the same time, through her, he connected with what she was doing with Pol. He felt Pol’s building urgency and the heat of her tongue as it brushed over Pol’s flange. It was like fucking her and being sucked on at the same time.
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