Daughters of Olympus (Reverse Harem Romances)

She pulls back, as if feeling the same thing, and we look down, and I see it isn’t just something I imagined. My feet are off the ground and we are lifted up. She tenses for a moment, taking it in, but I have spent my life with my feet off the ground, flying, watching, waiting for my moment.

This is it and I’m not scared.

“We’re floating,” she says with disbelief on her lips. “Of course we are, we can do crazy things on stage, why not here too?”

It seems to relax her, like she is more comfortable in air than with two feet on the ground.

“I want you, Lark,” I whisper in her ear. “All of you.”

“I want each and every one of you,” she says, her words so soft I can barely hear them.

But I do hear them.

My shoulders stiffen, and the spell is broken. My feet fall to the floor with a thud, and while I still hold her, I already feel myself letting go.

“What?” she asks. “Does that scare you?”

My jaw clenches, I’m not one to explain how I feel. If I try, it will all be a mess.

Truth is, I don’t want to share her.

“Did I mess it all up?” she asks, running a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry. I thought you were feeling the same.”

I look around then and notice that everyone is staring at us with shocked expressions. Shit, I don’t need an audience.

“What?” I ask, feeling ready to take my embarrassment out on someone. I thought she wanted me the way I wanted her. Completely. Then I look at Brecken, at Sawyer. I know they both probably think the same damn thing as me.

I’m such a fucking fool. Look at her, a fucking angel from heaven. Why would she want an oaf like me? I can lift things, I am the brawn in this operation, but she doesn’t need muscles. Damn, this woman already knows how to fly.

“I’m sorry,” she says again. “It’s not fair to ask this of you. To all be okay with me wanting more than...” She buries her face in her hands. “Now I sound crazy.”

But North moves closer, pulls her hands down, and shakes his head. “No, Lark. Not crazy. And our job is to give you what you need. All of what you need. However you need it.” His voice is clear and solid and without a doubt.

I start to turn away, not wanting to think about the implica- tions of what he is saying.

But then North pulls her to himself, kissing her hard. His hands are on her shoulders and her hands suddenly on his chest, giving into the kiss. I think it’s gonna last just a moment, but then it just keeps on going.

They go at one another; he grips her ass, and she wraps a hand around his neck and when they finally break apart, her lips are swollen, and her chest is moving up and down. I can see her fucking nipples through her top.

Does he want to share her?

And she wants to share all of us.

She pants for breath, shaking her head. “No. It’s too much to ask,” she says, her voice so small. “No one should have so much. I don’t deserve this.”

“Why not?” Arrow asks, stepping toward her. His question shocks me. This is Arrow–cautious and thoughtful Arrow. Arrow who spends his time analyzing instead of acting.

“Why not what?” Lark asks, and I look around, realizing the room is abuzz with pent up sexual energy.

“Why not get what you want?” Arrow asks, now right in front of her. “Why shouldn’t you have what you want?”

“It’s not just about me. It’s about all of you, too.” “All of us?” Brecken asks.

Lark nods. “All of you. That’s what scares me… what I’m suggesting. It’s crazy and... selfish and....” Her shoulders fall as she licks her lips. Her body is screaming to all of us watching that she has an itch that needs scratching.

Arrow wraps an arm around her narrow waist, tilts up her chin, looking deep into her eyes. “Don’t fight it,” he says. “Take what you want. All for one.”

She sighs as Arrow’s mouth moves closer to her. “And one for all.”

12

Lark

We kiss for hours, ending up as a tangle of bodies on the floor, lips rubbed raw in the most delicious way.

Even though part of me is tempted to move against their bodies, another part still warns me of the danger my mother warned me about.

That is what happens when you spend your life living within the constraints of someone else’s rules. Doubt creeps in, like maybe I can’t make this choice on my own. Maybe I don’t know what is best.

But also, kissing is enough for me tonight–it was a big step, all of us giving into the idea of being together in such an intimate way. The fact they don’t push me farther, into something I’m not ready for, is a relief. For being such strong alpha males, they go against every stereotype.