I’m so close…
Hercules pulls out of me and yanks me off the desk. I have a moment of vertigo as he hauls me around the desk and bends me over it. I understand immediately. From this new angle, we can both hold Hades’s gaze. Hercules kicks my feet wide and then he’s inside me again. I moan and thrust back against him, taking him deeper yet. He runs a hand down my spine, hot and possessive, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that he’s glaring at Hades as if he can truly mark his territory on me like this. It doesn’t work that way. Hades owns both of us. But I enjoy being the bone between them, just in this moment, just in this scene.
Hades leans forward and props his elbows on his knees, watching closely. “Are you trying to prove a point, little Hercules?”
Hercules snakes a hand around my hip and strokes my clit, touching me softly there even as he drives into me. “Giving you a show, Sir. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” He sounds like he’s speaking through clenched teeth.
Maybe I was wrong. Hercules didn’t know how to play the game when he arrived a few days ago, but he’s learning fast. My pleasure coils tighter and tighter. I want to hold out, to spin out this moment between the three of us forever so we never have to reach the other side and the pain that awaits us there. An impossible feat. Hercules presses hard on my clit and my orgasm hits me with a strength that leaves me breathless. My mind goes blessedly, perfectly blank. I cry out and slam back into him, determined to take him with me. Apparently he has the same idea. His strokes go short and rougher yet, and then he’s growling my name and grinding into me as he comes.
“Now we can begin.”
I lift my cheek from the desk, not even sure when I dropped my head to the cool wood. “Should I say sorry?”
“You’re not sorry.” Hades pushes to his feet and stalks around the desk to us. “My orders are not complicated, you two. In fact, I laid down exactly one instruction and you managed to disobey it within twelve hours. I would be impressed if I weren’t so disappointed.”
Hercules presses a kiss to the back of my neck and slides out of me. “It was my fault.”
“Of that, I have my doubts.” Hades snaps his fingers and Hercules moves to kneel at his feet. He barely looks at the man as he continues toward me. “My Meg is quite the troublemaker.”
I force my limbs to move and shift to sit on the desk. “More like I’m just craving your attention.” I don’t mean to say it. Instead of coming out bratty, the words have a ring of truth that bares me to my very soul.
My dress is still up around my hips, and I know I look a mess. I hold Hades’s gaze as he closes the distance between us. He gives me a small smile. “Have fun, love?”
Fun? This little tango I’m doing with the two of them is many things, but I wouldn’t call it fun. A week ago, I would have smiled and made a biting response. I don’t have it in me tonight. I lift my chin. “He gave me what I need.”
Hades goes still at that. His dark eyes take in every bit of me, seeming to dig beneath my skin, though muscle and bone, to my very soul. “Did he?” he says slowly.
Alarms peal through my head, but I’ve gone too far to back down. “You’ve been focused on other things.” Things he’s not including me in. Plans that he no longer details out for me with relish. He’s shut me out and we both know it. I want so desperately for that not to be the case. I can’t quite manage to voice those words, but I tell him with my eyes. Hades reads me better than anyone. He has to see all the things I can’t make myself speak aloud. He has to.
“Ah, Meg.” He smooths my hair back with both hands and lets them linger on my shoulders, caressing my collarbones. Something soft and warm flares in his gaze, there and gone so fast I’m half sure I imagine it. “Who do you think set Hercules on the path that ended up with him here, throwing caution to the wind for you and you alone?”
I expect him to say a lot of things. This doesn’t number among them. “What?”
Hades’s smile is more than a little bittersweet, but it’s real. “I meant it when I said he was a gift, love. Your gift.” He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. “A peace offering, if you will.”