by Katee Robert
And this outsider knows they need to have a whole host of conversations before they can truly to heal the rift that’s grown between them. We’ve started, and that’s the important thing. Both seem willing to continue, but time will tell. I’m more than willing to push and pester and bully them into talking whenever it’s necessary. The thought fills me with a strange kind of joy, a deep knowledge that they need me, that I offer them something they can’t get anywhere else or they would have done it long since.
We fit, the three of us.
“You shut me out,” she says softly. It’s a variation of what she’s said before.
“I did.” His fingers linger against her skin. “I could tell you weren’t happy. I thought you planned on leaving.”
She stares. “You thought I was going to leave because I was unhappy, so you decided to shut me out and make me more unhappy?”
“I didn’t say it was a smart decision.”
I stroke my hand back up his spine. “It won’t happen again.”
“You can’t make promises like that,” she whispers.
“Yes, I can. You might both withdraw on instinct, but I don’t. If we veer off the course, I’ll stage an intervention. Promise.”
“Fuck, Hercules, you’re such a Boy Scout.” Her words have no venom, just a strange kind of awe.
Hades moves off her to kneel between her thighs. “That’s about enough talking for the moment. We’re on the same page. We’ll decide a course forward in regards to the rest of it later. Right now, our Hercules has a request.”
My blood heats up. “More.”
“Oh, now you have nothing to say. So strange and shocking.”
Hades crawls off the bed and stands. He considers us for a moment, and it’s like a switch being flipped. I’m holding my breath again, but it’s with the kind of anticipation that comes before a violent summer storm. It’s inevitable and I’ll love every moment of it, but it may hurt along the way. He finally motions with those elegant hands. “Fuck her. Make it good, little Hercules, but neither of you are allowed to come.”
My heartbeat picks up, thundering in my chest in anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” Meg echoes, though she gives her words an ironic slant.
I snag her hips and drag her under me. “Always so mouthy.”
“You’re one to talk.”
I kiss her in response. Truly, it’s the only thing that makes sense. She’s so fucking warm and soft beneath me, and she wraps her legs around my waist, opening herself completely. It’s the easiest thing in the world to draw back enough to angle into her. I lace my fingers through hers and guide her hands to the mattress on either side of her head. Her pale skin is flushed and her lips are swollen from our kisses…and from my fucking her mouth. The memory rolls over me, and I have to stop moving and close my eyes for a moment, fighting for control.
“Problem?” Hades’s casual question sounds behind me. I have a feeling that if I lose control, he’ll punish me, and while that might be fun in a different situation, this moment means too much to derail.
“No,” I grit out. “No problem.”
“Mmm.” The mattress shifts as he climbs back onto it. I don’t need to look back to know that he’s moving to the spot directly behind me. I can feel him there. He runs his hands down my back and carefully uncrosses Meg’s legs and guides them wide, giving him plenty of space to work with. “She feels good, doesn’t she? Tight and wet and made just for you.”
“For us.”
His chuckle rolls down my spine. “Yes, little Hercules. For us.” He kisses the back of my neck, setting his teeth against my sensitive skin. “Sometime soon we’ll both fill her. Would you like that?”
For Meg to be shared between us the same way they shared me last night? The same way they’re sharing me right now? “Fuck yes.”
“Would you like that, love?”
Her hands spasm in mine in response, but she manages to sound slightly put upon when she answers. “I suppose I could rise to the occasion.” She arches beneath me. “Hercules, don’t stop.”
“Don’t tease the poor man. He’s hanging on by a thread.”
Something wet slides down between my ass cheeks and I freeze, sheathed in Meg to the hilt. And then Hades is there, his hard cock pressing in, in, in to me. My breath leaves me in a whoosh. He barely gives me a moment to adjust to the size of him. His hips bump mine, sealing us together. Hades leans down until his breath teases the curve of my ear. “Move, Hercules. Seal the bargain.”
I thrust into Meg and then back onto Hades cock. The first stroke is pure experiment, but he’s given me enough room to move. To control this the tiniest bit, to chase my pleasure at their whim. I have every intention of going slow, of enjoying every second of this. I don’t stand a chance. Not when Meg runs her hands down my chest and Hades mirrors the movement on my back. Not when they kiss me and then each other across my body. Something snaps inside me and my brakes give out. I push Meg back flat on the bed and drive into her and then drive myself onto Hades’s cock. I become a rutting beast, my entire focus narrowing down to filling and being filled. I can’t stop. I can’t slow down. I can’t do anything but fuck.
Hades grabs the back of my neck and shoves deep and that’s when I lose it. I cry out as I come, pumping wildly into Meg. I collapse on top of her, and she gathers me to her, pressing kisses to my shoulder, my chest, my neck. I dimly realize that she didn’t come again, and I fumble between us, but she catches my hand. “Relax, Hercules. Enjoy this moment.”
“But—”
A cool cloth touches me and I jerk. I hadn’t even realized Hades left the bed. Holy shit, I am losing it. I can’t do anything but lay there while he does a little clean up, and then he’s gone and I hear the water in my bathroom running.
I heave myself off Meg. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t start that.” She pushes me onto my back and climbs up to straddle me. She looks like a wanton goddess who somehow ended up in my bed, and I want to capture this moment forever. Her hair is as wild as her eyes and her whole body is flushed with pleasure. This isn’t the ice queen she plays when it suits her.
This is Meg.
My Meg.
Our Meg.
Chapter 24
Meg
I know the moment Hades reenters the room. Just like I know exactly what happens next as if we’ve choreographed this to perfection. I ache for him even after everything we’ve done. It’s been too long. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He just jerks my hips back and up and then he’s inside me, so deep he takes my breath away. I cry out against Hercules’s chest. I can’t help it. It feels good but fuck.
Hercules catches my arms, holding me in place as Hades fucks me. I should have known he’d be a quick learner when it comes to the push and pull of dominance, should have figured it out after he fucked me on Hades’s desk, probably should have figured it out before that. God, he really is perfect.
Hades digs his fingers into my hips. I’ll have marks tomorrow, and I relish them. He always knows when my old marks are fading and finds a way to give me fresh ones. Never the same, but that’s the point.
“You’re thinking too hard.” Hercules runs his hands down my arms and back up. “Stay with us, Meg.”
Stay with us.
Does he know how much those words mean to me? Even having a place of my own in the Underworld, I still crave exactly what he’s offering me. A place with them. Something permanent. I’m scared to even hope for it.
Hades grasps my throat and guides me up and back until I’m pressed against his chest and I can barely inhale past the careful pressure he exerts. Hercules is sprawled out beneath us, watching us with a satisfied look in those pretty blue eyes. He’s exactly where he wants to be, totally confident that this won’t blow up in his face. In all our faces. I wish I had his confidence.
Hades caresses my throat without letting up the pressure. Not enough to hurt me. Just enough to give the impression of cutting off m
y air supply. He drags his mouth over my shoulder and up my neck to speak softly in my ear. “You’re holding back.”
“No.” The word is barely more than whisper.
“Yes.” He sets his teeth against my earlobe and I shiver. “You don’t trust me anymore.”
“I do.” It’s almost the truth.
For once, Hercules doesn’t have anything to say. He presses his hand to my lower stomach and slides his thumb against my clit. Just a casual teasing touch as if I’m not pinned in place against Hades’s body with his cock sheathed deep inside me. Pleasure sparks hotter yet. Hades grabs Hercules’s wrist with his free hand. “A moment, little Hercules.”
“She thinks clearer when she’s on the edge of orgasm.”
I try to glare, but I can’t quite dredge up the right expression. “Traitor.”
He sits up. He’s tall enough that he could kiss me in this position if he wants to. “Let go, Meg. Trust us.”
Trust. As if it’s really that easy. As if I haven’t had every man I’ve ever trusted walk back on it. Even Hades, though he would claim otherwise. He didn’t let me essentially sell myself for his gain, but when he shut me out, it damaged us. Hercules is the only one who hasn’t, but surely it’s only a matter of time. The odds are not in his favor.
“This only works if all parties are invested.” Hades doesn’t release Hercules’s hand, but he guides it back to my pussy. “Do you want this?”
As much as part of me wants to hold back, I can’t quite manage it. “Yes. Too much.”
“No such thing as too much.” Hercules strokes my clit again, his eyes on my face. “Not with us.”
“How can you be so sure?”
He shrugs those big shoulders. “I’m falling for you.”
The words shock the breath from my lungs more effectively than Hades’s hand around my throat does. “What?”
Hercules drags his thumb over my clit again and gives me a startlingly sunny smile. “I’m falling for you. Is that so hard to believe?”
“Yes.” The word just pops out into existence despite my attempt to keep it silent. “The only reason you’re here is—”
“Because I want to be. I chose to be here when I made the deal. Now I’m choosing this, choosing you. Both of you.” As if it’s that simple for him. He decides this is what he wants and that’s enough to go for it. His optimism humbles and terrifies me. He leans up and kisses me softly on the lips. “Choose us, Meg. Please.”
In the end, maybe it is that simple.
I want the picture Hercules paints. I want it so bad, I can barely stand it. If I let fear hold me back, maybe it won’t end right this second, but things will fall apart sooner, rather than later. The only way this works is full commitment on all parts. That includes me. Tears prick my eyes, though I can’t begin to say why. I finally nod as much as I can with Hades’s hand still at my throat. “Okay.”
“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.”
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nbsp; 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.
