Epilogue
Pia stood before us all, dressed in a pink blush pantsuit with contrasting sharp angles that cut in all the right places on her lithe figure.
When she spoke, it was with every bit of authority as the goddess of marriage. “Do you take this man to spend the remainder of your days with? Love and desire binding you two together until the knot of your threads becomes undone at the hands of the Fates?”
The midday sun shone down on us along the Paphos coastline. Jamie stood front and center at the floral altar, holding both of Dale’s hands. “I forever do,” he vowed solemnly.
The two grooms were dressed in beige suits with white shirts, standard shoreline casual attire.
To my surprise, Dale was quite the athletically built silver fox who complemented Jamie’s stockier build.
Seeing them standing across from each other with both their hearts beating as one filled me with soul-warming pride at such a perfect coupling.
Not to say I patted myself on the back... but I patted myself on the back. Along with a little internal preening, of course.
Seated in the front row, I leaned over to whisper to Eryx, and my hand came to rest on his thigh. “I love weddings.”
Without missing a beat, he mirrored my lean with a teasing lilt to his tone. “I concur.” A beat. “I wouldn’t have a career without them.”
The back of my hand smacked his chest. “Behave. This is Jamie’s special day!” I whisper-yelled so as not to draw attention to us and disturb the ceremony. Even though I suppressed the amused grin tugging at my mouth.
Adjusting the navy tie with nonchalance, he leaned back into his seat. Subtly, his arm stretched across the back of my chair, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of my bare shoulder. A small penance for his damn infuriating remark.
After the exchange of vows between the two men, an extremely passionate first kiss, and a round of applause, guests retreated to the cocktail hour.
Eryx’s hand engulfed mine as we walked down the pathway towards the next set of festivities. My silver heels clicked lightly against the stone walkway, and my lavender one-shouldered gown swished with each step.
Halfway to the gathering, Eryx made a sudden detour. His hand clutched onto mine to ensure I followed along. With a squeak, I stumbled for a couple of steps but steadied my footing as I kept up with his longer strides.
“Where are we going? The food and champagne are that way!” And it was fun-looking pink champagne with a shimmering additive to it, too.
A mischievous grin settled on his face as his stride remained determined.
I huffed out dramatically but gave no real resistance to wherever he was taking me. “If I miss the first dance, you and I will have words. Do you hear me, Eryx?”
Once we were well off the dedicated path, the ground turned to a mixture of sandy soil and patches of grass. The hum of the celebrations faded into the distance.
His steps slowed as we came across a secluded area, open ruins of eroded stones and broken columns. Turning to face me, he released my hand to take hold of my bare shoulders instead.
“Do you know what I was thinking about during the ceremony?”
“The prenup you drafted for Jamie?” I raised a brow, challenging him to deny it.
He chuckled. “That was the second thing on my mind,” he admitted. “More importantly, I was thinking about you. How fucking gorgeous you look, how I wanted you riding my lap, and how godsdamned lucky I am to have you for the rest of eternity.”
I smiled as I stepped further into his space, wrapping my arms around his waist beneath the dark blue suit jacket he had on. Tilting my head up at him, I locked my eyes with his.
“Riding your lap, hm?” I curled my fingers into the thin fabric of his dress shirt. “Surprised you made it through the ceremony in that case.”
Eryx lowered his head, lips brushing against mine. “My dick was harder than the stones in this ruined sanctuary,” he growled out before claiming my mouth in a filthy kiss.
As electric sparks immediately filled every nerve ending, I vaguely realized he was steering us further into the ancient site. He nipped at my bottom lip, drawing a gasp of surprise and delight from me.
“Better be ready for my cock, Heartspite. Once I’m inside you, I’m not stopping until you’re leaking my cum.”
He pressed my back against an angled slab, leaving me lying back slightly. The skirt of my dress fell open at the scandalously high slit, exposing the creamy flesh of my thighs.
Hunger blossomed in his eyes, pupils expanding at the side of my bare legs. Reaching out, his fingers pushed the gap open wider like drawing back a curtain of chiffon.
I smirked as his breath caught in his chest, clearly seeing that I had not so accidentally left my panties in the car.
“Fucking…” His voice trailed off in awe. Then he moved with urgency.
In a swift motion, he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto another nearby crumbling stone. He lowered himself against me, worshiping my throat with his mouth. Every kiss devout, every nip possessive, and every stroke of his tongue designed to leave me aching at my core.
My hands fumbled with his belt in my rushed need for him. “No one better come looking for us,” I said without any conviction. I had no intention of giving a damn if someone caught an eyeful.
Both of us worked at shoving fabric out of our way until his trousers were shoved down off his hips, leaving his thick cock exposed to the charged air between us.
His hand slid up the front of my throat, holding firmly just below my jaw to maintain control instead of allowing chaos to reign fully. “Tell me which god ruins you best.”
I whimpered as my eyes shone brighter than the Mediterranean beyond these ruins.
“You’re the only god that matters, theos. The only one that makes me beg.” And it was the fucking truth. Only the god of discord could so easily bring me to my knees.
“Damn straight, Heartspite.” He came in close, intensity radiating off him. “Now scream it so they all know it.”
One violent thrust and he was buried deep in me. His cock stretched me abruptly in a haze of pain-turned-pleasure. My hands clutched onto him like he was the air my desire needed to burn us both to ashes.
I cried out in unison with his throaty growl, my legs shifting to wrap tight around his hips. My body already craved this brand of his chaos, my arousal soaking his length.
Eryx’s touch as he held onto my hip felt like a brand, searing deeper than just bone and flesh, as he took claim over me in what used to be a sacred place.
When he moved, it was with single-minded focus. His hips snapped in a hungry rhythm. Each drive into me had pleasure surging throughout my limbs.
“Taking me so well, Charlee,” he breathed out. “You were made for this, made for me.”
My fingers tangled in the short black strands of hair at the back of his neck. “Yes, theos. Fuck, don’t stop,” I begged as his hand slipped between us, fingers circling my swollen clit.
The unforgiving surface at my back was forgotten. All that mattered was the sun that kissed my skin as Eryx bound our bodies together, and only the gods above bore witness to our union.
If there ever was a moment where everything disappeared around me, it was here and now. This broken god, making himself whole every time he found himself inside me. In turn? Our hearts, however unlikely, fell into sync. It was like experiencing the Double-Tap for the first time, every time.
He rocked into me harder, letting chaos consume him. His cock’s swollen head hit depths inside my cunt that had me clenching tightly around him. My whole body coiled tight, breaths came out ragged, and my vision blurred with either blinding ecstasy or tears. Possibly both.
All my focus dialed down to him. The sea of pleasure surged forth, threatening to drown us both, and I never wanted to come up for air. I shattered beautifully around him, my walls fluttering around his dick.
One last drive into me, Eryx dropped his head to bury his face against my neck as my body arched up into him. The flood of his cum filled me, painting my soul with his divine love.
We lay there for some indeterminate amount of time, just soaking each other in.
“I love you,” I whispered against the top of his head, the words almost lost between the sound of my beating heart.
Eryx lifted his head to look down at me. At first, I thought he’d recoil at the words, but instead, his face softened into something resembling devotion.
“I don’t love you, Heartspite.”
My stomach nearly dropped into my feet until his hand cupped the side of my face, his fingers trembling slightly against my skin.
“You are my love, Charlee. You consume me, and I will forever cherish every inch of you because of it.”
Our lips met again, that time something much softer bleeding between us. Something larger than love itself, stronger than desire.
Eventually, Eryx moved off me. Unrushed, he pulled himself back together into something a little more presentable.
Taking his offered hand, I was gently pulled up off the makeshift stone altar we had just christened. I finger-combed my dark tresses, trying—and failing—to get them under control.
“One more thing,” Eryx said as he finished buckling his belt, a glint of something proprietary in his rich, brown eyes.
He stepped forward. Reaching out, his fingertips traced the dips and curves of my body, slipping two fingers between my thighs, and he collected a mixture of our releases. “Look how fucking pretty you are with my seed dripping from this hot little body of yours.”
My oversensitivity threatened to consume me all over again at his touch.
Using the fluids like paint, he smeared a single line down the center of my throat, stopping at the hollow between my collarbones.
Collecting more of his spend, this time his digits invaded my oversensitive cunt to retrieve it.
Withdrawing his fingers, he continued his artwork on my body.
On either side of the vertical line, he drew mirror images of the letter “C”, completing his mark.
“There. Now, you have the mark of discord. It’ll be a reminder of how much control you have over a god who has existed in chaos for far too long,” he said with something sacred and proud in his tone.
He closed the distance between us, an arm snaking around my waist as his tongue traced the lines he had painted on my skin. My head automatically tipped back to allow him space as my hands held onto the strength of his biceps to steady myself.
My eyes fluttered closed, and the sensation of his mouth left a trail of heat as he sealed his mark on me.
“Private party?” An unfamiliar voice floated through the air from behind Eryx.
I jolted in Eryx’s arms, my head snapping upright as my eyes popped open in alarm. Eryx’s reaction was far more subdued. He squeezed my waist with reassurance before straightening up.
He turned his head to peer over his shoulder at the unfamiliar man standing at the edge of the ruins. After Eryx released me, he turned to face the man, standing partially in front of me. I smoothed my dress back into place, self-conscious of my freshly fucked state.
“Metheus,” Eryx greeted him. There wasn’t any malice in his tone, just a hint of something unexpected.
Stepping forward, my hand came to rest on Eryx’s lower back, still staying close to his side.
Observing the man, he stood at ease with his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his khakis.
His ash brown hair had highlights of a shade between orange and red hidden in the mussed-up strands that stopped just above his shoulders.
“Still Eryxander the Great, I see.” Metheus winked at me with some inside double meaning behind those words as he didn’t bother to hide how his gaze wandered over my figure.
There was a force surrounding this man, not built like a warrior but of someone who had endured trials and battles.
Eryx vibrated with an energy that I had never felt coming from him before. It resembled cautious restraint mixed with an aching longing.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he admitted, making no move to leave my side.
Metheus stepped into the former sanctuary, walking with nonchalance as though he was just here to admire the scenery. He paused, taking a second to flick a pebble off one of the collapsed columns.
“It’s my job to see things, and let’s just say… I’ve been enjoying the view.” He smirked to himself.
Making his way around several more weathered stones, he came to stand before Eryx. When he looked at Eryx, there was something in his mossy green eyes that hinted at deeply rooted affection.
The two men stared at one another, power rolling off both of them in breathtaking waves. A god and… a titan?
Clamping a hand on the side of Eryx’s neck in an anchored greeting suggested an intimate history between the two of them. Metheus spoke with quiet reverence. “Miss me?”
I looked up at Eryx’s face, the tick of his jaw betraying the conflict beneath the surface of his neutral expression. Instead of responding to the question, he cleared his throat, glancing down at me, “Charlee, Prometheus. Metheus, this is my Heartsp—"
“I know who she is,” he interjected. Then, he shifted his attention to me with a charming smile. “I have to admit, I’d let you bind me in chains any day, sweetheart.”
The three of us stood there in a charged moment on the cusp of something greater and unknown. It left me begging one question that I had never quite considered before.
What were the chances of three divine hearts coming together, threaded together in impossible tangles, and synced to beat in an unprecedented Triple-Tap?
Guess we’d see.
The End.