Chapter Sixteen
Well, well, well .
If it isn’t our naughty little Goldilocks, caught sneaking in to play in our beds while the cats were away.
Wait—are we the cats, or the bears?
No, cats . Definitely cats. I know she likes it when I purr for her. Or when I lick her. And I thought for sure when she kicked me out of her bed in Themis, that was going to be the last time I ever did.
Yet here she is, kneeling for us at Hades’s feet.
But why is she here?
Whose bed were you trying to steal, Goldilocks?
I didn’t even hear Hades come in, too busy getting my shit scrambled by an Apollo in all-out berserker mode. It doesn’t happen too often, and really on when he’s stressed, but it’s a sword I will always happily fall on. And one of these days, I’ll manage to convince him to drive that sword home somewhere else .
Regardless, I haven’t had a chance to come, and now my dick’s trying to stage a furious escape and I’m leaking like a sieve.
I narrow my eyes at Sabine, pressing down against the raging hard-on with the heel of my hand.
If it was a bed she was after, all she had to do was ask. I’d happily share mine with her. Any day of the week . Just not sure about how much ‘sleeping’ we’d get done, though.
My bed is juuuust right. Just like my dick, remember?
The problem right now is the bedroom she happens to be kneeling in front of is Apollo ’s—and he doesn’t let anyone into his room.
Ever.
I’m not sure even his long-lost Jelly Bean here could get that man to give up access to his zillion-thread-count sheets.
I know, I’ve tried.
Hades is still glaring down at her, all doom and gloom like his godly namesake, like she’s the last person on the planet he’d ever want in his space. Not that she seems bothered by him in the slightest. In fact, she’s been steadfastly ignoring him, opting to continue eye-fucking Apollo and me instead.
Finally, Sabine looks back up at him, meeting his glower head on.
“No. But I did enjoy the show,” the vixen snarks, holding up two glistening fingers without an ounce of shame.
Oh, man, that’s so goddamn hot.
I fucking love that Apollo and I were the reason she got herself off. But I also don’t know whether or not I should be disappointed that she didn’t try to join in on the fun.
“How the fuck did you even get in?” Apollo growls from above me, tucking himself back into his sweats.
Shit .
Also love a growly Apollo.
I press down harder, stifling a groan.
“No outfit’s complete without them,” she replies airily, pulling a small leather case from her pleated skirt and flipping it open.
Lock picks.
Fuck. Gonna need to start updating our wedding vision boards again soon.
As soon as he takes in her kit, Apollo immediately pushes to his feet, eating up the distance between them in just a few careful strides. He takes a moment to match Hades’s glare, staring her down.
Then he’s grabbing her by the ponytail and yanking her to her feet.
No claws come out. All I see is a pair of pursed lips and the answering flare of arousal in her eyes. The latter has me biting down hard on my lip in excitement, though it doesn’t surprise me in the least.
We already knew she liked being hunted down like prey and fucked into the dirt—why wouldn’t she enjoy a little manhandling?
I’m fully expecting Apollo to start bodily dragging her to the front door, so imagine my delight when he continues on through the doorway to his bedroom instead.
I yelp, scrambling to my feet and chasing after them.
Apollo. Bedroom. Sheets. Cannot fucking miss this.
As soon as I’m safely past the threshold, Hades steps in behind me, pulling the door shut. He makes a beeline toward the mostly empty desk, gingerly taking a seat on its surface.
I blink.
Today’s just full of fucking surprises.
I’m still wondering if I shouldn’t be finding my phone and texting Ares to get his ass straight home, when Apollo shoves our girl directly onto the pristinely made bed. She drops down on her ass, bouncing a little and raising her eyebrows.
“What do you have in mind?” she asks, voice husky. She doesn’t skip a beat and that’s another thing I love. When it comes to hooking up, she doesn’t seem to balk—she’ll go in blindly.
Just got to get her to go all in on the rest of it, too.
“Lie down on your back, head off the end,” Apollo twirls his finger, instructing her into place like the bedroom drill sergeant he is. His expression is slightly pinched, and I swear he’s trying not to glare at all the new creases in his duvet.
Sabine immediately lifts her legs, spinning around to get into position, and only further roughing up the bedclothes. Luckily, his attention’s quickly diverted by a flash of emerald green lace from beneath her uniform’s hemline.
And now that I’m looking for it, I see there’s the hint of a matching bra underneath her white Academy-issued blouse.
Know what shiny goodies that’s been hiding now, too.
Apollo doesn’t turn from the bed, just holds his hand out behind him, gesturing me forward. “I think it’s Lake’s turn to punish that mouth, don’t you?”
I jerk forward like someone’s yanked on my strings.
“I’m almost sorry I’m not wearing any lipstick today,” she says with a wink, a mocking tilt to her lips now.
Her words manage to tease out a low, amused grunt from my brother and a muttered curse from me. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any fucking harder—now I’m conjuring up another image of her leaving that cherry-red lipstick kiss at the base of Apollo’s dick.
Fuck.
When Sabine flicks her eyes across to the desk, her brows pulling together at something that she sees there, Apollo immediately sidesteps, shielding Hades from her line of sight.
I completely get why Apollo feels the urge to protect him, but for me, the fact Hades entered the room willingly speaks volumes.Beneath that thorny shell, he wants her just as badly as the rest of us.
He’s just not ready.
“No. He won't be joining us,” Apollo starts, defensively. “He—” he pauses then, cutting his gaze toward the silent figure still perched on the desk. Choosing his next words carefully, so as not to expose those deep, invisible scars. “He prefers to watch.”
We’re all frozen, waiting for some biting response to that, instead she only gives a single, upside-down nod in understanding. Considering her own weird kissing hang-up, I’d be surprised if the two of them don’t have more in common than we know.
Just not exactly sure how well trauma bonding with the source of your own trauma ever goes, though.
“Lake,” Apollo urges.
I’ve already lost my shirt some time between walking in the front door and my best friend impaling my mouth on his dick. My Academy sweats are equally quick to find the floor.
Then I’m standing over Sabine’s prone form, admiring the long column of her neck as it arches back and over the foot of the bed. Now ponytail-free, her pale hair cascades in a sheet down the front edge of the mattress. Holding my gaze like a challenge, she tilts her head back even further, parting her full lips in invitation.
Daring me to make my move.
Joke’s on her, though. I always choose dare.
“ Shit ,” I hiss the moment I slide across her tongue and the hot heat of her throat engulfs me.
“Won’t last long, Wifey,” I add through gritted teeth. I was already halfway to coming when Hades found our Goldilocks hiding behind the door.
I concentrate on keeping my strokes even, trying my best to stave it off as long as humanly possible, but Sabine’s torturing me by doing fucking Kegels with her esophagus. “ Shit , maybe don’t do that. Yeeees! Fuck . No. Wait, yes, do that again ,” I babble, eyes squeezing shut in bliss.
The muscles of my back dance reflexively when I feel a warm hand skim down my spine. I twitch, once, and then I’m crying out my release. As soon as I unload the first rope, Sabine sweeps her tongue over the head like she’s playing catch with my load.
Fuuuuck.
I figure I must’ve blacked out at some point, because suddenly hands are grabbing my biceps and I’m pitching forward. My back hits the mattress as we roll—and then I’m left blinking dumbly up at a victorious Sabine as she kneels over me.
The sight of her straddling my torso—lips red and swollen and gray eyes glittering—has my spent dick rallying in response.
But then she leans in, and my entire body freezes.
She grips my chin, tugging downwards so my jaw pops open.
My eyes flare wide as her lips begin to part.
But not so she can drop a kiss on my mouth—but so she can hand off a mouthful of my own cum, instead.
“Did you just fucking snowball me?” I wheeze out, chuckling when I’ve managed to swallow most of it down. My chin definitely took a hit. Maybe even my cheeks.
She smirks down at me. “You look like a glazed donut.”
Definitely got my cheeks, then.
But she can turn me into a whole fucking box of them, if it gets her to smile at me like that again.
“Yum,” I hum back at her, happily.
The bed dips and I whine as Sabine’s snatched away. I struggle up onto my elbows, only to find Sabine on all fours, her head pressed firmly into the mattress as Apollo stands behind her. The fingers of one hand are splayed across a round ass cheek, while the fingers of the other curl inside her.
There’s a dark look in his eyes and a determined slash to his mouth.
Oh, fuck. Looks like the beast wasn’t put back in its cage, after all.
“What’s got you so wet? Was it watching us? Or having your slutty throat used like a cocksleeve?” he croons in a voice like pure sex.
Sabine moans, her response muffled by the blankets now pushed against her face.
“What was that?” he demands.
She lifts her head. “A little of column A —” she rasps, before her response cuts off with another cry of pleasure.
Apollo’s fingers slip from her then, joining the other hand on her ass. He squeezes roughly, spreading her wide. I only catch a glimpse of his sheathed cock before he steps up closer to the bed and lines himself up.
His hips snap forward, their thighs colliding with an audible slap of skin.
“Not sure why you keep thinking you can get away from us,” he taunts, with another hard thrust. “But you’ll learn your place.
Christ.
In response to his growl, my dick gives the room another jaunty salute—more than happy to be stroked to the sight and sounds of the object of our obsession being railed into the bed.
Sabine and I share a groan each time her entire body jerks forward with the force of my brother burying himself inside her.
As I tease my shaft, I steal a glance at Hades, hoping to see him with his own cock out—but to my disappointment, he’s still sitting in the same exact position. However, his focus is completely locked on Sabine’s pussy and his knuckles now grip the desk’s edge tightly.
I guess this sort of counts as exposure therapy?
Baby steps.
My attention snaps back to Apollo when he grits out, “You’re. Ours ,” followed by, “Need you to come, Winters— now .”
I swallow, stroking faster, and as he ruts into her harder, I pretend he’s also talking to me.
Nothing hotter than when our orgasms are twinsies.
“Not how it works, Sinclair ,” Sabine mutters, valiantly trying and failing to serve him attitude before she’s gasping all over again.
“ Now ,” he commands once more—and like he’s the motherfucking snake charmer for the female orgasm—Sabine’s eyes flutter shut, her expression tensing with anticipation. Then she’s tumbling right into the bliss she was fighting off, back arching, thighs shaking.
Her low, eager moan fills the room, and like good little soldiers, the two of us follow her over that cliff and into oblivion; Apollo emptying himself inside the condom, and me turning my abdomen into a prize-winning Pollock.
Panting, I stare up at the ceiling and marvel at the fact I just came so hard I lost vision.
Twice .
But as my beautifully sated brain begins to reboot, slowly clawing its way back online, I notice Hades slipping from the room, and my thoughts are quick to sober.
Instead of enjoying the high, I find myself bracing for what inevitably comes next.
Sabine rolling off the bed, getting dressed, my guts doing their best impression of a constrictor knot.That familiar itch beneath my skin.
All feeding into that heaving black hole that lives in my chest.
Maybe I should be getting used to seeing her turn her back on us by now, but I just can’t .
But before anyone even has a chance to move, Apollo’s terse instruction cuts through the room.
“Get dressed. We need to talk.”