Chapter 42

Chapter

Forty-Two

PERSEUS

The interview with the reporter is going smoothly. I like to think Heph and I have a little something to do with that. We have worked hard to distract Athena before the interview and fill her head with some feel-good hormones so she is nice and relaxed. At least until the reporter starts making suggestive comments and flirting with Eros, who is just dumb enough to flirt back.

Then she shifts from charming to passive aggressive so fluidly it takes the reporter about ten minutes to even realize she is being insulted. When the reporter puts her hand on my thigh, I see the fire in Athena’s eyes, and I think she is ready to stab the reporter in the throat with a pencil. Heph is getting just as irritated, and if that doesn’t make me feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy, I don’t know what will. Until I realize that both Heph and Athena are perfectly capable of killing this reporter and getting rid of the body.

I interrupt the last question and make up a bullshit excuse about having a reservation soon and see the reporter out.

Putting this plan in motion, setting up the sales of the interview to all types of publications has taken all day, and I am on edge. When I return to the library, I expect to see them each with a tumbler of whiskey in their hands as they talk about the next steps. What I find is Athena sitting on the couch with the top of her dress pulled under her tits and Heph licking her breasts while Eros is fingering her while watching the way Heph tongues Athene’s tight pink nipples.

“Fuck me,” I say.

Athena just opens one eye and says, “Me first.”

I grab my own glass and take a seat on the couch across from them and watch my best friend and my lover take apart our girl. My cock is aching within minutes, and I don’t even bother being shy. I take it out and start stroking it, watching the way Eros and Heph bring Athena to new levels.

Heph pulls up her skirt and slides off her panties to show off her dripping wet pussy that is hot and swollen with need. Then Heph helps her to her feet before lowering her back down on Eros’s cock. She is still facing me, so I have the perfect view to see how his cock stretches her. I can watch her tits bounce as she rides him, and I can even see the ecstasy on her face as she moves up and down.

Heph leans in to lick her clit a few times before crawling like a jungle cat on the floor to me.

“Keep your eyes on them,” he tells me before replacing my hand with his hot sucking mouth.

Fuck. Heph’s lips feel so good around my cock I have to stop myself from coming down his throat in a minute, when I look back up to see Athena’s heated gaze as she watches Heph’s head bob. I grit my teeth to hold on.

Eventually, I calm down enough to tell her she should come get a closer look. She nods and gets off of Eros and comes over to my couch. She watches Heph for a moment until he grabs her and puts her on my lap, sliding my cock inside her. I can’t help thrusting up into her, and when Heph moves to licking my balls as I drive deep into Athena, I am sure this is the most pleasure a man can stand without dying.

Next, Eros comes and kneels next to me on the couch, sticking his cock in Athena’s face and she immediately takes to it and starts to suck.

It dawns on me that this is our new normal. This is our life. Our family.

Athena has always been the missing piece. I’ve been resistant to admit that fact, but it’s true. For the first time in my life, I know without a doubt this is right. It’s what was meant to be.

Athena.

Our fucking goes on for hours in what feels like an erotic dream.

We all switch positions, we fuck her hard, we make her come over and over, and she doesn’t stop moaning and screaming till the late hours of the night .

Is this love? Maybe. But I don’t care what it is as long as it always feels this amazing.

After cleaning up, we all go back to Athena’s room to crash on her bed, since she has the biggest. And after everything with Paris and the incredible sex, I think we all just needed to feel close to each other.

Athena and Eros fall asleep almost immediately, but my mind is racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. I get out of the crammed bed and go to the window, glancing down at the grounds below.

Did I ever hate Athena? How could I hate her and want her so fiercely at the same time? Is this lust? Is this love? Is this?—

“I can hear your brain on overdrive. What’s wrong?” Heph whispers, pulling me tighter in his arms from behind.

“I just… I don’t know…”

“What do you know?”

“I know I love you.” I place a kiss on his chest. “I know I want Athena. And I know what we all just did was one of the most erotic things I have ever experienced, and I want to do it again.”

“I love you, too. So what’s got your mind spinning?”

“I’m supposed to hate her. We are fighting over this house and the inheritance and everything, and I just… How can I fight for what should be mine when every instinct I have tells me to love her, protect her, help her? How do I know that once all this is over, she won’t just pack up Eros and leave?”

Heph draws a deep breath. “Honestly, you can’t. You won’t know what is real between you two until this inheritance is no longer an issue between you. We are all in the middle of a war with Paris, and we need to figure out when this fight is over, where our loyalties lie and what that is going to look like.”

“You’re right.”

“I know,” he says, nuzzling into my neck, “but can we figure this out in the morning. Sleep first.”

“Okay.” I give him another kiss on the head and close my eyes. “Let’s go to my bed. There’s more room.”

Tomorrow, I will start my own cold war, and by the time Paris is handled, there will be nothing in the way between Athena and me.