24. Hephaestus

24

HEPHAESTUS

I should leave. There’s nothing for me in this room. My wife might have leaned back against me so sweetly while she came, but this strange peace between us won’t last. We’re on the opposite sides of a conflict. That’s not going to change, and if I keep fucking her, it makes things…complicated.

Adonis slips his hand into mine. It’s a brief contact, there and gone in a moment. Is he looking for reassurance? Confusion alights in my chest. It only gets worse when he stops and looks back at me. Gods, he’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that takes my breath away every time I look at him too long. I know I keep thinking that, but I suspect I could spend the rest of my life with this man and still not get used to it.

He’s not who I’m here for, though.

Or, at least…not the only one I’m here for.

Aphrodite has followed my command and pulled off that oversized shirt—I have a feeling it belongs to Adonis. It’s obviously well loved, the fabric worn thin from years of use and the print on the front faded until it’s unrecognizable. That shirt is a clear representation of their history. They’ve known each other so fucking long.

Have loved each other for so fucking long.

I don’t get that. Or I do, but only in theory. I love Pandora, but romantic relationships are a totally different animal. And now I’m standing here, feeling like an intruder.

“Theseus.” Adonis’s brows draw together. “Are you okay?”

I could ask him the same thing. There’s a tightness to his shoulders that looks like he’s about to spring into motion. Like he might run the fuck out of this room. I don’t know why that calms me down, makes my thoughts stop spinning.

Maybe they do need me here, after all.

You should use this. They’re both vulnerable right now.

The voice almost sounds like Minos. For the first time in a very long time, I ignore it. I don’t want to hurt Adonis. I haven’t since that first conversation between us. As for my wife? The thought of causing her further pain makes me uncomfortable in a way I’m not ready to confront.

But then, I’m a man of action. “Take off your clothes, Adonis.”

He hesitates, but I don’t blink, don’t give him anything to argue about. It’s an order, plain and simple. After another beat, he slowly unbuttons his shirt and shrugs out of it. I turn away as his hands fall to his pants. If I watch him strip, I’m going to lose track of where we’re headed.

Aphrodite crawls across the bed and takes up a position leaning against the headboard. She watches me with an expression she’s trying to keep locked down. She’s not doing a good job of it. My wife is unsure. I wonder if that’s ever happened before? The thought should make me happy, but instead it feels like I swallowed hot coals. She might not be swinging around a sword or staring down the sights of a rifle, but my wife is a warrior. A monster. Until this attack on her life, she’s never shown even a hint of uncertainty or indecision. Even when I threw her curve balls, she pivoted smoothly into whatever action or smart-ass comment would take me to my knees.

I want that fiery witch back. This woman is all too human, and she makes me feel strange and soft, like I’m another person entirely. Like I’m not her enemy.

I snag Adonis’s hand and tug him to me. Kissing him isn’t part of some grand plan. I don’t have a fucking plan right now. If I did, I wouldn’t feel like the ledge is crumbling under my feet and I’m about to fall into some great unknown. But he’s visibly wavering, and there isn’t a damn thing I can say to make him sure that this is where he’s supposed to be. So I’ll show him instead.

He tastes of my wife’s pussy.

I lick the inside of his mouth and tug him closer. Yes, this is what we need. His hands grabbing my biceps and pulling me against him. His hard cock jumping against my palm when I press my hand to him. His sweet little moan that I want to eat right up.

We’re not here alone, though.

Taking a step back from him feels all kinds of wrong, but I manage it. I move to his back and stare at Aphrodite over his shoulder. If I thought watching us would distract her, I missed the mark. Her eyes are a little too wide, and she’s got this look on her face as if she’s studying a feast on the other side of shark-infested waters. Permanently out of reach.

Not tonight we’re not.

If the gods exist, they’re laughing their asses off at me right now. How the fuck did I end up as the person driving this thing? The one who’s doing his damnedest to be the glue that gets us through the night? I don’t know if that’s ironic or just flat-out fucked.

I stroke Adonis’s cock, still holding my wife’s gaze. “Spread your legs.”

Her breath hitches, but she obeys. Her body is fucking unreal. Tits high and tight, topped with rosy nipples I can’t wait to get my mouth on again. Waist with the perfect curves for…our…hands. Just like that, I know where we’re headed.

“I can’t see her pussy properly. Can you, Adonis?” He makes a choked sound and I squeeze his cock. “That wasn’t an answer.”

“No,” he gasps. “I can’t see her pussy properly.”

“Didn’t think so.” I guide him to the edge of the bed and up onto it. No matter what else is true about my wife, she’s got good taste in shit around her house. The bed is massive, the kind of space that can easily fit the three of us, and potentially even more people. I give Adonis a little push to topple him on one side of her and ease myself down onto the other side. We end up pressed to the outsides of her thighs, which gives me the excuse to shift back and guide her legs even wider yet. “Show us, Wife.”

Her eyes flash, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, she snakes a hand down her stomach and creates a V with her fingers. She parts her pussy, exposing herself to us entirely. “Better,” I growl.

“Yeah,” Adonis manages. He stares at her pussy for a long moment and then turns his attention to me.

Waiting to see where I’ll lead them next.

The rush of power leaves me dizzy. I should question this, but I’m not in the mood to worry about how to spin this to my advantage. No, I just want them to come undone at my hands.

I hold Adonis’s gaze as I slide my hand up Aphrodite’s thigh and press two fingers into her. They both inhale sharply and the shaky ground under me crumbles a bit more. “She’s so wet from your mouth.” I pump into her slowly, and I’m not even mad when Adonis rips his eyes from mine to watch me fuck my wife with my fingers.

He licks his lips. “Yeah.”

“Do you know what I want?” Neither of them answer, but that’s fine. Their attention is narrowed on me, waiting on what I say next. I wedge a third finger into her. “I want to feel you like this.”

Adonis blinks. “What?”

I pull out of her and grab his hand, lacing my fingers with his. “I want to feel you.” I guide our hands to Aphrodite’s pussy and press our fingers inside. “Like this.”

“Oh fuck.” Aphrodite fists the sheets and lifts her hips. “Yes. That. I want that.”

Adonis’s lips are parted and he looks dazed. “Like this.” He watches us fuck her with our intertwined fingers. “Yeah.” He clears his throat. “Yeah, I want that.”

“Good boy.” The words feel ripped out of my chest. “Get her ready for us.”

This time, he doesn’t wait for me to give explicit instructions. He dips down and presses a messy kiss to her clit. She makes a sexy little sound. I watch him eat her out for a few beats and then turn my attention to her. She’s slick against our fingers as we keep finger-fucking her, but neither of us are small guys, and no matter how much I hate her most…some…of the time, I want this to be good for her.

Another orgasm or two ought to do it.

“Look at me, Wife.”

She opens her eyes slowly. Her skin is flushed with desire, and she’s squirming as we work her. She’s beautiful, but then she’s always been beautiful. I don’t really mean to shift up and kiss her. Kissing is one of those things that I like in theory, but rarely bother with. That isn’t true with Adonis, and apparently it’s not true with my wife, either.

It doesn’t mean anything. It can’t mean anything.

Except those thoughts feel like a lie.

Aphrodite arches up as I get close, taking my mouth even as she makes another of those sexy little sounds. She releases the sheets and digs her hands into my hair, holding me to her. The kiss is messy and rough, but that’s us. It’s fucking perfect. I lose myself in the feel of her tongue and teeth, in the way her desire makes my fingers slide against Adonis’s. I’m so fucking hard, it makes me dizzy.

She sobs against my lips as she comes, her pussy fluttering around our fingers. I break the kiss and look down just as Adonis lifts his head, the bottom half of his face still glistening with her desire. “Now.”

He nods shakily. “Yeah. Okay.”

I disentangle our fingers and catch Aphrodite’s chin. “On our wedding night, you said you didn’t care if I wore condoms. Is that still true?”

She blinks and seems to come back to herself. “Yes. I’m on birth control. I, um, haven’t been with anyone since Adonis. I was tested before our wedding.”

He gives her a sharp look, but I can’t really decipher it. “I was tested after we broke up as well.”

Yeah, there’s a boatload of baggage there. That’s fine. They can shelve it for tonight. “I was also tested before coming to Olympus. You’ve seen the paperwork.” If I had won Ares as planned, it would have been required to marry Helen. And obviously Minos had contingency plans, marriage among them, if I lost. I look at Adonis. “Are you comfortable going without?”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

There are a dozen reasons why this is a bad idea, but I don’t give a fuck. “Where’s the lube?”

Aphrodite gives a breathless laugh. “Right to the point. I can appreciate that.” She waves a shaking hand at her nightstand. “There.”

I climb off the bed and take the opportunity to shuck off my pants. The lube is exactly where she promised, some fancy shit in a glass bottle. Nothing but the best for my wife. I motion at them. “Turn over, Wife.”

She hesitates, but I’m not in the mood for it. We’ve established our roles tonight, and they need me here to drag them along with me. I wedge a hand under her hip and flip her over to face Adonis. She curses, but I’m already climbing onto the bed and taking up a position behind her. I thrust the lube bottle into her hand. “Adonis’s cock is looking lonely.”

“You are such an asshole.”

“And you’re stalling.” I lean close and nip her earlobe. “If you don’t want to fuck him, then I’ll do it and you can sit there and watch.”

As I suspected, that gets her moving. She squirts some lube onto her palm and reaches down to coat his length. I like the look of her hand around his thick cock. Almost as much as I like my hand around his wide length. When he shines with lube, I nip her ear again. “Now mine.”

This time, she doesn’t argue. She reaches back and strokes my cock. The lube makes her hand slippery, but the little witch doesn’t miss the opportunity to skate her nails along the underside of my length.

I hiss out a breath. “Be nice or you don’t get either cock.”

“You be nice or I might forget myself and bite off something important.”

I grin against her skin. That’s my witch of a wife. I catch her thigh and pull her leg up and out. “You know what to do.”

She doesn’t hesitate to press my cock to her entrance. With the lube and her being so fucking wet, I slide right in. Pleasure makes my brain short out, but I muscle my response back. As good as this feels, it’s about to feel better. I work into her in short strokes until I’m sheathed to the hilt.

“Fuck, that’s good.” She presses back against me, soft and sweet.

“Now Adonis.”

They both jolt, but I damn well know they both want this as much as I do. I squeeze her thigh. “It’s going to feel even fucking better to have him stretching you, too. Fucking you.”

“Yes,” she breathes.

I have to shift a bit to be able to see her take his cock as he moves into position, but I sure as shit feel it when his broad head brushes the base of my cock. They both make a frustrated sound when he slides right off us.

I know it doesn’t mean they need me. Not in any real way. That doesn’t change the fact that I feel needed right now.

I’m not prepared for the sheer wave of emotion that washes over me in response to that realization.

So I shelve it.

I’ll deal with it later.

Right now, I have two of the most beautiful, infuriating people I’ve ever met in my bed and I need to drive them out of their busy minds.

I grab my wife around the waist and tip onto my back, taking her with me. It takes a second to get situated, but I catch her other thigh and hold her legs open. “Now, Adonis. Fuck us properly.”