“Fine.” Merrick removed his hand to wipe the residue on the sheets.
I snorted to see that, but then Rune was pushing at my back entrance, and the delicious feeling of his flesh stretching me brought on another moan. I pushed back, helping him enter, and then he was pumping, getting deeper and deeper with every thrust, filling my channel. Meanwhile, Braxen took the opportunity to rub my clit, his stare roaming my charms, out on full display. Merrick moved back into place beside my head, and as I turned to him and opened my mouth, Braxen lowered his head to my sex. I cried out just as Merrick slipped over my tongue, bliss hitting me from all directions. I was enveloped in pleasure.
The sensations of Rune pumping into my back channel and Merrick taking my mouth melded with Braxen frantically licking my rosebud to cause an explosion that rippled through me. Body writhing and twitching, I screamed, the sound only partially muffled by Merrick's thrusts. Before the climax faded, Braxen rose to his knees and entered me, taking me right back to the top.
My thighs went into spasm and my orgasm magnified tenfold. But even as I came, I wanted more. So, I tightened my lips around Merrick, urging him to keep pumping, willing all of them to not stop. Please, don't stop.
They didn't.
Through my climax, my mates kept thrusting, Braxen's big thumb circling my clit as Merrick's hand massaged my breasts, going back and forth between the two. Rune kept his arms locked tightly around my waist, using his grip to pull himself up and into me, over and over while he nuzzled and nibbled my neck.
Rolling pleasure eased back enough for me to take a breath, my orgasm finally receding. But then it was rising again. Ecstasy said fuck you to taking a break, only bitches did that, and brought me right back into wild lust. The feeling of being filled by all three of them was more blissful than expected, turning me into a wanton madwoman. I clawed at them. Growled. Demanded more around Merrick's pumping flesh.
“I can't last much longer,” Braxen grunted.
“She's nearly there,” Merrick panted. “Just a little . . . longer.”
He was right. A few seconds later, I went into ridiculous twitches again, flopping on Rune as I grabbed anything I could hold onto to steady myself. The blasts of pleasure sent my eyes rolling back and my hips moving like the pistons of a car going a hundred miles an hour. I sped down that rapturous road and over the edge, down into a ravine where I hit bottom and went up in flames.
But I didn't stop sucking at Merrick. I couldn't. I knew he would follow me, and I wanted to taste him. So I focused on his flesh even as I fell, and sure enough, Merrick locked up, hips forward but a hand clenched around his base so he wouldn'tchoke me. His free hand gripped my hair to hold me to him as he filled my mouth. With glee, I drank him down.
As I gulped, Rune gave a shout, and Braxen roared. They forgot their sexy seesawing to slam into me together. So full. I had never felt this complete. Strong hands gripped me as flesh pulsed inside me, releasing over and over again. I took all they had to offer, then lay back in a breathless puddle, panting as I stared up at Braxen. He grinned and eased out of me, then rolled to the side. Merrick pulled free next, then helped me off Rune, who turned to the side to ease me onto the bed between him and Brax.
We lay there, panting and blissful. Then Rune started to laugh. His laughter spread to Braxen and Merrick. I looked left and right, frowning.
“Sorry, Lo,” Rune said. “I just didn't expect it to be this fucking mind-blowing. I knew it would be good, but there was no way I could have prepared for this.”
“Me either,” Merrick said. “To be honest, I wasn't sure if I'd enjoy sharing a woman.”
“She's our mate,” Braxen said simply as he nuzzled my neck. His hand wandered to my breast to idly play with my nipple. Then his mouth followed.
“I don't know if I'm ready for round two yet,” I said.
Braxen lifted his head to say, “I want to suck your tits while I wait.”
The crude words sent a fresh wave of delight through me. “Okay, now I'm ready.”
The men chuckled in low, sexy rumbles as they closed in.
Chapter Forty-Two
A week and a half later, we finally said goodbye to Greece. We had made love, had sex, and fucked in every room of Hades's house. We'd even had a foursome on the terrace. But we'd also toured Greece, enjoyed the amazing food, and did some shopping. It was nice to be able to choose things for myself and actually enjoy the country. And no, we never saw Hermes, so they didn't get the chance to flip him off for Hades. As funny as that would have been, I was glad he didn't make an appearance. I never wanted to see Hermes again.
Hades wasn't just generous and kind to give us that time there, he was also wise. He must have known that we'd need it to bond further, in ways the magic didn't unite us. And I needed that vacation to process and accept that life had taken a wonderful turn for me. I was free at last and taken forever. I couldn't be happier.
Leaving Greece wasn't as hard as I thought it might be. I was glad to be going home. I needed to repair the gallery, talk to my employees, see if they were still my employees, and get back to work. My mates needed to get back to work as well. But it was a relief to know that we wouldn't have to deal with Michael. Just some of his minions. The leftovers. I had every faith that my men would deal with them in no time. And if they couldn't, well, I was damn good with an RPG.
And by the way, isn't RPG a gaming term too? Odd.
“We should send the painting of Michael to the Spokane Cerberus,” I said.
We were out on the terrace of Hades's vacation home, enjoying the ocean view as we waited for our cab. Braxen and Merrick flanked me while Rune stood at my back. It was our usual pose, though the men switched spots often.
“We can just send them a picture of it,” Rune said.
“Oh. Right.”
“You want to get rid of it, don't you?” Merrick asked.
