by Katee Robert
How did this get so out of control?
When did I become the seduced, rather than the seducer?
“Wait, wait, wait.”
He immediately lifts his head, though he doesn’t remove his fingers, the dirty boy. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, nothing like that.” I prop myself up on my elbows and try to think through the pleasure of that pulsing thing he’s doing with his fingers against my G-spot. “I need…” God, that feels good. It would be the easiest thing in the world to let him make me come like this.
But I know how to read a man, and this one will make me orgasm hard enough to see stars, then he’ll fix my dress, call me a car, and send me home. He’s got that kind of selfless martyrdom written all over him. Not tonight.
I push on his shoulders until he sits back and then crawl into his lap and claim his mouth in another kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue and hell if that doesn’t make me hotter. I’ve always loved this shit.
“Meg, you don’t have to take care of me.” His hand is between my thighs again, parting my pussy and delving deep. “I want to make you come.”
“You will.” I’m doing a bit of delving on my own. Normally, I pride myself on my seduction techniques. I can have a person on the verge of orgasm just by undressing them when I’m feeling inspired. I love to hold off and tease until pleasure becomes pain becomes pleasure again.
I have none of that finesse tonight.
I need him inside me and I need it now. My hands actually shake as I yank open his pants and reach inside for his cock. And, oh god, he’s even bigger than I anticipated. “I need you.”
He catches my wrist, a frown marring his perfect blond brows. “You don’t have to.”
“Hercules.” I fight his hold to give him a rough stroke that makes a muscle tick in his jaw. “I want to ride your cock. I want you deep and hard inside me, and I want us both to come like that.” When he doesn’t release me, I go in for the kill. “Let me fuck you, Hercules. Now.”
Just like that, he’s mine.
He manages to get his pants off without totally dislodging me, but it’s fine because I’m too busy yanking off my dress to care about the awkwardness of this. Ten years of playing with Carver City’s sexual elite, and I’m fumbling over myself like a teenager.
I dig through the decorative cabinet next to the couch and find a condom. He raises his brows at that but doesn’t comment as I rip the packet open and roll it onto his cock. “Hurry, hurry, hurry.”
“We don’t have to rush.”
“Speak for yourself.”
His low laugh has my whole body clenching. Hercules catches me around the waist and pulls me closer with one arm while he uses the other hand to position himself at my entrance. “I’ll go slow.”
“I don’t want you to.” I slam down on him and, holy shit, maybe I should have given myself a little bit to adjust to his size. I rock and writhe, but he bands an arm around my waist and seals us together completely.
“Meg.” He sounds just as desperate as I feel.
I run my hands up his chest and meet his gaze. His blue eyes have darkened to near-black, as if his iris swallowed all the color up. Gone is the sweetness that attracted and repelled me in equal measures. This creature is all man, and he’s more than a little smug as he takes in my expression. I can only begin to guess what he sees written across my face, but it pleases him.
“I want you to fuck me.” My command comes out a little breathy, but I can’t help it. Not with him filling me so perfectly.
“I am fucking you.”
I roll my hips, managing a tiny bit of delicious friction. Not enough. Not for what I need, not for what I suspect we both need. I take his chin and hold his gaze. “Fuck me, Hercules. Hard. I promise I won’t break.”
The words are barely out of my mouth when he pulls me off his cock and all but tosses me down onto the couch on my stomach. Then he’s between my thighs again, urging my ass up and guiding his cock back into me. I start to rise up, but his hand on the flat of my back stops me.
Dirty boy.
He grips my hips and gives a few experimental thrusts, testing me. If only he knew. I shove back against each one, until he’s so deep, I’m half sure I can feel his cock in the back of my throat. “Yes.”
That’s when I realize he’s been holding back. Because when he starts to move, there’s no mercy for me. It’s fine. I don’t want it. If I wanted something soft and sweet… but then, I never do. This is neither, and it’s perfect in every way. Just down and dirty fucking, each stroke hitting me exactly where I need it. It’s been so long since I had anything resembling vanilla, I had almost forgotten I can get this need met without kink involved.
Except kink is involved.
Hercules might not know it, but he’s Hades’s proxy in this. Fucking me because my Sir commanded it.
And just like that, I’m coming. My orgasm draws a cry from my lips, and Hercules shoves deep, fucking me in short pumps that draw it out for long seconds. When I think I can’t bear any more, when I’m about to beg for mercy, he follows me over the edge, my name on his lips.
He flops down next to me on the couch. “Damn.”
“Damn is right,” I murmur. I can’t think past the racing of my heart. I didn’t expect this. I never could have anticipated it.
“Did I hurt you?” I can actually feel his hesitance trying to take hold again.
I press back against him with a grin. “Not even a little bit.”
“But—”
I turn and drape one leg over his hip. He dwarfs me, and his big hand settling on my hip makes me feel almost dainty. It would be the easiest thing in the world for him to dominate me physically, but he has this unsure look on his pretty face, as if he expects to be kicked. And not in a fun way. I run my hands up his chest and cup his face. “Hercules, you followed orders beautifully.”
Something in him relaxes at that and he pulls me closer, though it almost feels like I’m a teddy bear that he’s using for comfort, rather than the woman he just fucked hard and dirty. I don’t mind. Aftercare is part of the process, even if it was an almost-vanilla scene. I let him cuddle me and allow myself to enjoy this moment for what it is.
A beautiful man just made me come and now is looking to me for comfort. No games on his part. No walls. The sheer simplicity of it soothes me in a way I couldn’t anticipate. I stroke my hand down his arm. “No regrets?”
“No regrets,” he breathes. “I just kind of can’t believe this happened.”
I laugh and arch against him, feeling more relaxed than I have been in ages. “Oh, it happened. And it was good.”
“Meg,” he says slowly.
“Yes?”
He reaches between us and drags his hand down the center of my body. “I could call you a car.” He traces me with a blunt finger, pushing inside and dragging my wetness up around my clit.
“You could.” I’m practically quivering as he does that move again. It’s nowhere near enough to get me anywhere close to orgasm, but it feels good. So freaking good.
“Or…” He licks my ear in almost the exact same spot Hades did earlier tonight. “Or I could eat your pussy again. You stopped me before I was finished with you.”
I shouldn’t… Then again, I shouldn’t do a lot of things I really enjoy doing. “That’s quite the decision to make.” I roll onto my back, taking him with me. “I suppose it’s a reasonable request considering how much I enjoyed you fucking me like I asked.”
“Totally reasonable.” He urges me high on the couch so I’m sitting and he’s stretched out between my spread thighs. He gives me a wicked grin that has butterflies with razor sharp wings erupting in my stomach. “I like you, Meg.”
“I like you too, Hercules.” I can’t resist sifting my fingers through his light hair as he dips down and gives my pussy an open-mouthed kiss. I can’t get enough of the sight of the sheer bliss on his face as he explores me with his tongue. Now that we’ve both taken the edge off, he’s g
ot a little better control, but it couldn’t be clearer that he’s thoroughly enjoying himself. Pleasure winds through me, and I tug on his hair to guide him back to my clit. “Make me come again.”
This time, he doesn’t tease. He follows my order fucking beautifully, working my clit skillfully as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. He doesn’t slow down, he doesn’t stop, simply goes after me with a single-minded determination I might find frightening if my pleasure wasn’t his aim.
“Yes, Hercules, just like that.”
Movement out of the corner of my eye has me lifting my head, but Hercules is too wrapped up in licking my pussy to notice. That’s why he doesn’t see Hades walk into the room. Only the heat in Hades’s eyes gives away how affected he is by this, but I can’t begin to say if it’s fury or desire or some combination of both.
I open my mouth, but he shakes his head. He simply gives a small smile and mouths a single word. Come.
Just like that, the spell is broken. I begin to move again, grinding against Hercules’s mouth as Hades looks on, held helpless by my Sir’s gaze. My orgasm hits me with the strength of a freight train, a thousand times stronger than the one when it was just Hercules and I. It bows my back and draws a scream from my lips. The entire world goes fuzzy.
Not fuzzy enough to prevent me from hearing Hades say in his mildest voice, “And what do we have here?”
Chapter 4
Hades
I do so love it when a plan comes together.
The joy is downright orgasmic as I watch this boy scramble to cover Meg and himself at the same time. As if I haven’t seen her in every stage of undress, in every moment of unbecoming. As if she isn’t mine the same way my right hand is mine, an extension of myself.
Even though I know better, I allow myself to drink in the sight of them together. I could have waited longer to interrupt, but Meg had her instructions, and she let things get away from her. She always did have a sentimental streak. It’s her one downfall, and I’m only too happy to exploit it for our mutual benefit.
And what a benefit.
Hercules is perfectly made. Part of me wishes I didn’t notice that, didn’t react to it, but denying myself is never something I bothered to learn how to do. He’s all golden muscles and golden hair and a righteous indignity I will take great joy in snapping into pieces at the first opportunity.
“What are you doing here?” He’s managed to find a shirt to ball up over his cock, but it acts more as a tease than anything else. I’ve already seen it in all its glory, after all.
I raise my eyebrows. “I’m claiming what’s mine.” I meet Meg’s gaze. Just as I expected, even with the interruption, she’s loose and relaxed in a way she hasn’t been in a significant amount of time. It confirms what I already knew. Hercules is a bridge and he will serve his purpose well.
But only if I trigger the proper pressure points. I snap my fingers and point to a spot next to me. “Come, Meg.”
Hercules’s confusion becomes something akin to horror as Meg slips out from beneath him and walks toward me. “No. What are you doing? Stop it.”
She looks almost guilty as she sinks to her knees by my side, but while Meg might entertain herself with fighting me, she loves being mine. Even with how complicated our relationship has become, how tangled our history. I lay my hand on her dark hair because I know it will infuriate him and incite every protective instinct he has. “Good girl.”
Hercules still looks like he’s been hit by a train. “I’m going to need you to explain what the hell is going on.” This man was built for what knighthood was supposed to be hundreds of years ago. A paragon of self-righteousness, a force for good. I monitored him for months before making my move. When faced with a helpless creature, he will invariably turn himself inside out in order to offer protection.
The trick is convincing him that Meg is helpless, a trait she’s never possessed.
“A mere game, I’m afraid.” I keep stroking her hair. “It amuses me to send my Meg to fuck other men and women, and so I sent her to seduce you. Really, I would think the situation is self-explanatory.”
“You made her fuck me?” The betrayal in his eyes is a living thing, quickly followed by fury and… Ah, there it is. The desire to save her from the devil who stands over her. Really, it’s too easy, as simple as lining up the dominoes and tipping the first one over.
I ignore his question, because I know it will infuriate him further. “Get dressed, love.” I turn my attention to the boy. Oh, he’s not really a boy. He’s a man, even if he still has an aura of innocence about him. He has the look of his father, both in coloring and in features. I wonder what Zeus would say if he knew my plans, and I barely hold back a smile imagining his rage. A rage that will be his undoing.
All in good time.
Meg dresses quickly and runs her fingers through her hair. She still looks like she’s been fucked within an inch of her life, but she’s halfway presentable by the time she rises and takes my hand. I bring our laced fingers to my lips and press a soft kiss to her knuckles. “You please me.”
Her smile is pained, and she can’t help shooting a look at Hercules. Does she even realize how much this man calls to her? There are submissives aplenty in the Underworld, but innocents are a far rarer occurrence. When this is all over, my Meg will thank me for the lengths I go through for her. If there’s another reason in the mix? Well, I am who I am.
She finally drags her gaze back to me. “Thank you, Sir.”
I lead her out the door and down the stairs, and she follows like a good obedient little sub. I know it’s coming, and I almost relish the way she lays into me the second we slide into the back of the town car.
“What the hell, Hades?”
“You’re welcome for what appears to be a most satisfying gift.”
Her glare can’t completely diminish the way she practically glows after her time with him. “What was that little song and dance about? You acted like you own me. You rubbed it in his face.”
I’m not ready to discuss my plans. “I do own you.”
“Hades, you’re such an asshole sometimes.”
I grab the back of her neck and tow her over my lap. “I give you leeway, Meg. I indulge you.”
“Damn it, let me go!”
I shove up her dress and deliver two hard smacks to her ass. “Tell me your safe word.” When she doesn’t immediately respond, I shove two fingers deep into her pussy. She’s still drenched from her orgasms and Hercules’s mouth. If I spread her wide, will I taste him there? My cock hardens even further at the thought. I have to close my eyes and fight for control. Soon. Very soon. “Tell me.”
“Cerberus,” she mutters.
“That’s right. Cerberus.” I press hard on her inner wall, just like she loves, and she writhes for me. “The safe word you neglected to use once during our little game. You wanted to fuck the golden boy, and you wanted me to watch, and when I told you to come, you orgasmed all the harder for how dirty it made you feel. I know you, Meg. I know your body and your soul. You may play the martyr for the public, but you don’t get to play it with me.”
“I hate you,” she sobs even as she spreads her thighs wider to give me better access. It’s always like this with us. Always a fight to the finish, and even in the soft aftermath of fucking, we still jostle each other with power games.
“No, you don’t. I give you what you need. Remember that, even when you’re getting starry-eyed over a waiter.” Hercules is hardly just a waiter, but that fact is immaterial in the face of this conversation. We’ve taken our first step to reclaiming what we once had, even if I have to drag Meg along with me inch by inch. “Tell me ‘thank you’ for the spectacular gift I gave you tonight.”
She pants and writhes, but she’s not really fighting to get free. She’s struggling solely so I’ll hold her down and bend her to my will. I spank her again with my free hand. Once. Twice. A third time. “Now, Meg.”
“Thank you, Sir.” The words come out as
if a curse.
“Good girl.” I topple her onto the back seat and move to kneel on the floorboards. “You performed marvelously. Would you like your reward?”
She bites her bottom lip like she wants to tell me to fuck off again out of sheer perversity, but desire overcomes all else. At the end of the night, I’ve given her exactly what she needs and she knows it. Meg pulls her dress up higher. “Yes, Sir. I would love my reward now.”
“That’s what I thought.” I smooth a hand down her stomach and part her pussy with my fingers. She’s pink and swollen from what she’s done. I pin her in place and drag the flat of my tongue over her. Meg lets loose a whimper and reaches behind her to grab the headrest.
I can taste him on her skin. I can smell him on her skin.
I wedge my hands beneath her ass and lift her closer to my mouth, devouring her with a ferocity bordering on frenzy. Even as she screams her way through an orgasm, even as I replace her on the seat and she opens my slacks to withdraw my cock, even as she rides me in slow, decadent strokes…
I can’t say for certain if it’s jealousy of Hercules that spurns me on.
Or desire for him.
Chapter 5
Hercules
I can’t let it go.
Every time I close my eyes, I see Meg forced to sit at his feet. I see the graceful curve of her body as she bends like she was created to occupy that position. I see the possessive way he strokes her hair—possessive and controlling. No matter that he walked in on us, no matter that he apparently wanted her to have sex with me, no matter that I don’t understand anything about what the fuck happened in that room.
No, that’s a lie.
I understand the triumph written across his beautiful face when he called her away from me and she obeyed.
I understand the frustration and anger on her face too.
She’s trapped. This guy has some kind of hold on her, one I recognize right down to my bones. I know all about being stuck in a place that slowly strangles the life out of a person, about what pieces of yourself you have to cut off in order to gain your freedom. I left parts of myself back in Olympus, but I count the cost worth it. I’m free, after all.
