Chapter 20

20

Nemea

C ampe’s sword clangs to the ground and she closes in tight, cupping my face in both hands as she claims my mouth fully once more. Alcides is at my back, hands gripping my hips to press his hard erection into my ass while he kisses my neck.

Campe’s insatiable, but so am I. I claw at her leather breastplate, only for it to dissolve into nothing beneath my hands, leaving me groaning as my palms meet soft, supple flesh. I cup her breasts and thumb her nipples, gratified by the moan that she delivers into my mouth.

She drops one hand, a sharp talon extending from her fingertip, and swipes it straight down the front of my clothing. My cotton tank top and sports bra are no match; they fall open, hanging off my shoulders only for Alcides to quickly pull them off and discard them. She makes quick work of my shorts next, slicing them off me quickly. Alcides tears my panties off, leaving me in nothing but my boots, then quickly sheds his own clothing.

I’m chest-to-chest with Campe and I slide my hand down her belly, dipping between her legs. Her wet heat sears my fingertip and drives my own need higher, but Alcides is already sliding a hand over my hip and down my pelvis to tease between my folds.

It isn’t until Alcides backs us up and sits, pulling me onto his lap, that Campe takes a breath to look around.

“This is new. Much better than before,” she comments, taking in the pavilion we’re in, something I crafted in the split-second between wanting to be here and arriving tangled between them. It rests at the end of a short path that joins it to the temple with all its doors. The pavilion is surrounded by marble columns, much like the temple, a big bed occupying its center.

“I thought we needed a dedicated spot for… well, for this,” I say.

Alcides is back to kissing my neck and shoulder, palming my breast with one hand while he strokes between my legs with another. “I need to be inside you,” he rumbles against my ear. “Lift up.”

He squeezes my hip, and I eagerly rise and straddle his lap, peeking over my shoulder at him, only to find his attention fixed on my ass as he grips his cock and aims it up. His long eyelashes flutter closed as I slowly sink down on his thick shaft, sighing at the delicious stretch as he fills me.

“Fuck, you feel as if you were made to sheathe my cock, Nemea.”

“Mmm,” is all I can utter as he wraps both arms around my torso, pulling me tight against his warm, hard chest. My feet just touch the ground enough that I can leverage myself up and down on his cock while he pushes up into me with every undulation of my hips.

Campe moves close, standing just out of reach as she watches us with a heated gaze, head cocked and one hand gripping her own breast. She toys with her nipple, then dips a finger of her other hand between her legs to tease her own clit.

This is the first chance I’ve had to really see her in all her glory, and she is breathtakingly beautiful, though with an edge of steel that’s as intimidating as it is dead-ass sexy. Iridescent scales shimmer at the edges of her body, on her shoulders and over the tops of her arms. Fainter traces of them hint across her chest and down the center of her toned belly. Her pussy is bare, glistening with wetness that makes my mouth water.

“Spread your legs a little, love,” she says in a husky purr. “I want to watch him fuck your sweet little pussy for a minute.”

The dark tip of her forked tongue darts out to lick her lips as her gaze fixes where Alcides and I are joined. I bite my lip, recalling how devastating she was with that tongue the night before.

She seems to read my mind, because she smirks and says, “Do you want this tongue on that clit? Let me see you play with yourself a little first, then you can have it. Don’t let yourself come until I’m eating that juicy cunt, though. That’s a hard rule.”

“Uh-huh,” I acknowledge as I push my hand between my legs and stroke my clit the tiniest bit. I’m hypersensitive, though, and one stroke nearly sends me over the edge. I reflexively clench around Alcides, who lets out a low growl against my neck.

“She wants you to edge yourself. Keep touching yourself. You know how to hold it back, just like you do with your magic.”

But somehow holding this back is ten million times more difficult than holding my magic inside me. The magic has been tamed somewhat, while my desire is a wild thing, ready to break free, especially when I’m taunting it this way.

My clit is a stiff, swollen nub jutting out from beneath its hood, but I do as I’m told, stroking over the top of the hood rather than underneath just to keep from coming too soon.

“That’s right,” Alcides says, his thrust at an angle that perfectly strokes my G-spot, making holding back even more of a challenge. He leans back a little, defying gravity, but taking over my movements by grabbing my hips to easily lift and lower me on his cock.

The feeling of being a toy to him only makes me even hotter.

“Please,” I beg, staring at Campe, who’s rubbing her clit a little harder. Her cheeks are flushed, and I think she might be close to coming herself.

“When he’s close. I want to taste both of you coming on my tongue. I want to devour the power you have to give me.”

“I’m fucking on the edge right now,” Alcides grits out. “If you want us, come get us.” He widens his legs in invitation.

She closes the distance and drops to her knees, pressing her palms to my inner thighs as she leans in close, lashing her tongue across my clit before wrapping her mouth around me and tonguing me close.

My hips jerk, and I cry out as my climax crashes through me like a thunderclap. My muscles clamp tight around Alcides, who lets out a roar and goes over with me, his cock erupting deep inside me. His pulsing flood just magnifies the pleasure as my spasms overtake me, with Campe licking my pussy to oblivion the entire time.

Alcides keeps fucking me, each thrust wetter and messier than the last as is cum seeps out of me, but Campe keeps licking. She’s moaning now, and I’m just aware enough to grasp that she’s still playing with herself.

“No,” I say coming back to myself just enough to touch her cheek. “I want to taste you. Get up here.”

She looks just as dazed as I feel. More, if she’s on the edge of coming. She stands at my urging, and I slide off Alcides to kneel on the bed and pull her down in front of me. She obliges, reaching back to hold the hard coiled iron of the bed frame my mind somehow conjured out of the immense chaos magic flooding me all the time now.

She arches her back and lets her legs fall wide as I dip to taste her, coasting thumbs through her folds on either side of her swollen clit at the same time. She combs taloned fingers over my scalp, raking them down across my braid, which seems to instantly unravel, until my hair is wrapped in her grip as she holds my face tight to her throbbing pussy.

She tastes amazing. Not like women I’ve tasted before, but like something completely new. She’s salt and spice and fruit all rolled together, with the barest hint of sulfur like a match just struck. Her slippery wetness coats my tongue, more generous the more I tease her clit. I’m vaguely aware of my octopus rousing and coiling tentacles around each of her ankles, holding her wide for me, then one long appendage traveling up between my breasts to plunge into her opening.

A rough moan escapes her, followed by, “Fuck yes,” as the tentacle begins to fuck her.

I’m so absorbed in eating her out I’ve all but forgotten about Alcides, but he isn’t an easy man to forget. He rises up behind me, resting both hands on my ass and stroking down between my cheeks to spread me open, then he bends and begins tonguing my cleft before moving down, lapping at the mess he made of me in between flicking his tongue over my clit.

I’m on the verge of climax yet again when I feel Campe finally start to give. She cries my name just as Alcides rises and slams his cock into me again, fucking hard and fast with loud, wet slaps only barely drowned out by Campe’s orgasmic yells.

Her magic rushes into me, as charged as my own still churning deep in my well. Within seconds Alcides is going over again and taking me with him.

We all sort of collapse into each other then. I drape myself atop Campe, head on her breast while Alcides falls half on top of me, panting and sweaty. His weight feels delicious, even though he’s a heavy fucker. He keeps peppering my shoulders and neck with kisses, murmuring about how perfect I am and how well we fit together.

Campe strokes my head, playing with my hair. “That tattoo of yours needs to be regulated,” she says. Alcides lets out a low snort.

“I haven’t heard anyone complain about him yet,” I say. “I just need to learn how to use him in a fight.”

She’s thoughtful for a moment, then nods. “We can work on that. We also need to work on teleportation. You can bring yourself and us in and out of this dimension at-will. If your powers are as similar to Vesh’s as I think, you should be able to teleport anywhere you wish. And if you perfect that skill, you can use it in battle too.

I frown and prop my chin on her chest to look at her. She peers down at me. “You mean I can go anywhere at all? Like… the top of Mt. Everest?”

“This dimension is an anchor point. Technically you’re opening a door here, then from here to anywhere in the world, but the transition can be virtually transparent. As in, you don’t have to physically stop here. I don’t think the top of a snowy mountain is the best choice at the moment, considering our current state, though.”

“Where would you like to go?” I ask.

Her eyebrows lift and she scoffs. “What I want is irrelevant.”

“No it isn’t. What all of you want matters. And you two are both free to go wherever you wish now, right? You’re not bound to the prison. You’re not trapped. And even though this place is like the prison, I’ll never force you to stay if you don’t want to be here.”

“Here is just fine, if this is where you are,” Alcides murmurs against my neck. “We are bound to you, Nemea.”

I twist between them and look up into his eyes. “I’m serious. If there was anywhere in the world you could go right now, where would it be? I need practice, so let’s go somewhere. In fact, aren’t Ty and Erebus allowed out too? They’re not prisoners.” I mentally summon the pair, and am gratified when two doors open in the temple across the way and they stride through in their handsome human forms, expectant looks on both their faces.

My stomach flutters at the sight of them, and I debate requesting their true forms for another round of sex.

“We are at your service,” Typhon says, his green gaze hopeful. Erebus nods his agreement and signs something I don’t quite understand. Seeing my confusion, he mentally sends, “What do you wish?”

Before I can offer my suggestion for a field trip, Alcides says, “Shouldn’t you two be helping prepare for the mission tomorrow?”

“I’m not invited,” Typhon says with a careless shrug. “And Erebus… well…”

Erebus has started signing wildly, his expression signaling some displeasure. Alcides watches but I can only wait, because Erebus hasn’t chosen to relay his feelings to me through our bond. But I sense that this is the sort of venting he can only do with a coworker, which I completely get. I’ve had my share of shitty bosses in the past.

When he finally throws up his hand and puffs out a silent breath, Alcides presses his lips together. “He’ll find a solution without you, I imagine.”

Erebus bares his teeth and paces back down the path, his shoulders so tense a few of the dark spines from his true shape have pierced through his armor.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

Campe is the one to fill in the blanks. “Vesh won’t allow Typhon to participate in the heist. Erebus doesn’t agree with this and has abandoned the endeavor in protest. He’s angry that his brother is so short-sighted he won’t give Typhon a chance to prove himself outside of battle.”

“Could you even go? You can’t look human outside of this dimension, can you?” I ask Typhon.

Ty’s expression is oddly impassive when he says, “My brother’s flesh is protean. When he uses Pan’s power to clone himself and we inhabit a clone, we can take any shape we like in the mortal world. They’ve all been called on to help at the Pandemonium, many times. I have never joined them, since my task is always to oversee the prison in their absence.”

“Who is overseeing the prison now?” Alcides asks.

“Asterius remains in charge, as he has a deeper link to the prison’s inner workings and is not participating in the heist. The Furies have also been promoted while we focus on recapturing the Titans,” Campe says. “And while the brothers are having their spat.”

Erebus has drifted back so silently I almost don’t notice him, but makes a face when he hears Campe’s assessment of his fight with Vesh.

Typhon’s explanation makes me wonder if I could do the same thing for them, if I had Pan along for the ride. At the thought, I feel the barest shift inside my mind, almost like a window opening and letting in light. Pan’s presence is like a shadow just beyond the opening.

“I’m sorry, we can’t join you. The big guy has an agenda today. We’re at the Pandemonium, helping with security preparations for the party tomorrow.”

“Pan says he’s at the Pandemonium. Is that another pocket dimension like this? And what party, and why wasn’t I invited?”

My four mates who are with me exchange glances. Finally, Campe turns to me.

“We’ve been remiss when it comes to keeping you informed. You know Vesh is planning a heist to retrieve the key to Olympus. We hope to secure it and use it first, to gain an advantage over them. They have already terrorized a group of archaeologists north of here and have cursed four dragons, leaving an impossible bargain for their leader—we must produce the key if we want the Titans to lift the curse.”

I sit back and wave for her to continue. I struggle to obscure the churning worry from our bond. None of this would be happening if not for me. I’m the reason the Titans escaped, and evidently, I was the price Chaos wanted for the key, which Vesh refused to pay. But I don’t want them to know these thoughts haunt me at every turn.

“Vesh has been running around trying to make that happen,” Campe says.

“That’s what he was doing when he wasn’t with me in the prison before, isn’t it?” I ask.

She nods. “He was bargaining for the key, which has two pieces, secured separately. One was guarded by Fate, which he was able to acquire. The other by Chaos.”

“Who is in some place called the Pandemonium, which you still haven’t explained to me. Is it like the realm outside the gates of Tartarus? Is it dangerous?”

Campe squeezes her eyes shut, finally realizing how far we’ve diverged from my original question. “Sorry, I was getting to that. The Pandemonium is a casino in Las Vegas. It is the seat of Chaos’ power. His mate Sybil is throwing a party tomorrow, which we will use as cover to steal the key, right out from under Chaos’ nose.”