Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sullivan
My fingers tightened around my fork, and I stared across the table at Wren, who avoided my stare. Talking about the dragon cave was the last thing I wanted to talk about with anyone, let alone Wren's father, who happened to also be a motherfucking Greek god.
"A dragon?" Zayn looked around the table, his eyes landing on me and then widening. "Is that what your scars are from?"
Dropping my fork with a clang, I pushed back and stood. "Excuse me."
Before anyone could ask more questions, I walked toward the guest room, my back and the scars on full display. I cringed, knowing they were probably all staring at the marks that were a constant reminder of how much I'd cost my brother.
Shutting the door behind me, I flopped onto the bed, burying my face in a pillow. I was equal parts upset with Wren for telling her dad about my past and upset with myself for fleeing like a wounded pup.
Plus, thinking about my brother was a reality check that moving here wasn't permanent. I never expected to develop feelings for people.
There was a soft knock on the door, and I didn't even need to ask who it was. Sighing, I muttered for her to come in. The door opened, bringing her scent into the room.
The bed dipped and she lay down next to me, her fingers brushing across the scars on my back, drawing a shudder from my body. "I'm sorry, Sully. I didn't know he was going to bring it up in front of everyone."
I turned my head so I could see her face. "I would have told them the story eventually. There's too much other bullshit going on to talk or think about that right now. Why did you tell your dad?"
I knew exactly why she told him, and my heart was beating so hard that I could feel it in my ears.
When Jonah had first been injured, we'd had hoped he'd heal himself, but that never happened.
The thought of going through the torture of hopefulness again only to be let down made me feel sick to my stomach.
"He said he could do it." Her finger traced one of the jagged scars on my back, and I shivered, shutting my eyes. "And I can help him if he needs help."
"I don't believe you." My eyes burned, and I bit into my cheek to stop myself from crying.
"Believe it, son." I nearly jumped out of my skin at the masculine voice that came from right over us. Apollo was standing at the edge of the bed, staring at my back with a raised eyebrow. "It's a miracle you and your brother escaped. If only your pack would have reported the incident."
I sat up against the headboard, wrapping my arm around Wren's waist when she did the same. "What do you mean they didn't report it?"
"The coalition didn't know about it, which meant I didn't." He shrugged and went to the window that looked out to the front of the house, peeking through the blinds. "The question is, why is your old pack hiding the fact there are dragons in their territory?"
"My old pack? What the hell are you talking about? And no one was hiding anything. There were rumors about a dragon, so I dragged my brother along with me to see. We saw, one of the dragons attacked, and when the pack leaders went back later, the dragons were gone."
"Of course they were. They shifted to their human forms more than likely." He turned around with a gleeful expression on his face. "You didn't think they were silly old dragons, did you?"
Wren sighed and squeezed my thigh. "The truth is, we don't really know much about dragons, but we can assume they shift based on them being hard to track down."
"Only fools go dragon hunting. And in a cave with two?
One was most likely a child." Apollo sat down on the edge of the bed and met my shocked stare as I processed everything.
"But none of that matters now. I'll heal your brother's spinal cord, but you four need to take care of the situation here while I go back and rest first."
"Can't you help us with the situation here too?" Wren sounded tired, and I wanted to pull her into my lap and wrap my arms around her, but her father wouldn't appreciate having to see that.
"I wish I could, but I can't interfere with humans or thousands of lightning bolts will strike me dead for at least a millennium.
Why do you think I have the coalition and Poseidon has the tritons?
" He jumped to his feet and rubbed his hands together.
"Who is up for a riveting game of steal the bacon? "
My eyes widened so far that it felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my skull. "Poseidon?"
Wren gave me a sheepish look before turning toward her dad. "I don't think that's a game that's very fair to the guys." Wren laughed but made no move to get up as Apollo walked toward the door. "Can you give us a few minutes? Don't make any more deals with my boyfriends or scare them, please."
He looked over his shoulder and winked before shutting the door and leaving us in silence. He was a quirky guy and not at all what I expected a Greek god to be like. I wondered if that was the norm for them all.
Holy shit. Was it real, or was Wren playing a sick joke on us?
I started to get up, and Wren straddled me, taking my face in her hands. "Don't be upset with me. If he can help your brother, it's worth a try, isn't it?"
Nodding, I grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands so they went around my neck. "I don't want to get my hopes up... or Jonah's. This is all…"
"Hard to believe. I know. Apollo is one of the more active gods of the bunch. I guess now I know why they aren't taking over the world."
"Tritons? Like mermen? What the fuck else is there?" I had never thought wolves were the only shifters, especially after running into the dragons, bears, and now a fox. "Why don't we all know about each other?"
Wren traced my collarbone and twisted her lips to the side in thought. "Can you imagine the fights that would break out? It's better this way."
She leaned forward, her hands on my chest, and kissed me softly. When she started to pull away, I grabbed the back of her head and brought her lips back to mine in a frantic kiss. It was the worst time possible to have a burning need like I did, but once my lips were on hers, I couldn't stop.
I pushed her back onto the bed and settled between her legs, kissing down her neck and running a hand under the shirt she had on. "What are the odds someone will come in here?"
"Doesn't matter." She arched her back as my thumb brushed underneath her breast. I bit her nipple through her shirt and she sucked in a sharp breath. "We need to be quick, though."
"Mm." I pushed her shirt up and sucked her nipple into my mouth. "You want me hard and fast?" I cupped her between her legs, and she squirmed, trying to create friction.
"Yes." She grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged my face back to hers and kissed me hard.
"I wish you were wearing my clothes right now instead of Kingston's." I sat back on my heels and pulled off the boxers she had on. She let out a frustrated growl as I began kissing up her leg. "Calm down, little fox."
I knew she was ready for me, but that didn't mean I didn't want a little more breakfast. She trembled as I made my way farther north until I hovered my lips right over her wet cunt.
"How quiet can you be?" I said it so close to her that she shuddered and tried to buck her hips. I put my forearm over her lower belly to make sure she didn't move.
"I don't care if they hear." She gasped as I swiped my tongue through her heat.
Spreading her open with my fingers, I licked the length of her from ass to clit before lapping at her bundle of nerves. Her legs fell open farther, and I ground my hips into the bed, my dick pulsating with the need to bury it inside her.
"I want you to come on my tongue before I come in this tight pussy of yours." My tongue returned to its task, and I pushed two fingers in, groaning at how hot and wet she was.
"Oh, fuck." Her hips refused to stay still as I sucked her clit between my lips and crooked my fingers to hit her in the spot that made her toes curl. "I'm almost… oh, my God!" Her voice came out muffled as she threw her forearm over her mouth.
My fingers fucked her harder, and I added a third while I feasted on her like she was my last meal. Her thighs squeezed around me, her body shaking and her pussy contracting around my fingers as she rode through her orgasm.
As she started to come down from the high, I quickly moved between her legs, my erection already free from my basketball shorts. I slid into her in one snap of my hips, taking her mouth with mine and capturing the sounds I only wanted for myself.
My thrusts were deep and fast, and my skin tingled from my mounting orgasm. Tasting her and then feeling her around me got me there. We might have had sex the night before, but this was different. This time, it was just the two of us.
Her legs wrapped around me, and her hips lifted off the bed, allowing me to get even deeper inside her. Fingernails dug into my ass cheeks, and I groaned against her neck, chasing my orgasm.
"Wren!" My balls ached as our bodies slapped together and one of her fingers slid between my cheeks, teasing my asshole. "Fuck!"
My orgasm barreled through me as the tip of her finger slipped inside me. I buried myself to the hilt, spilling myself inside her. I kissed her again, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.
She pulled away with a satisfied sigh. "It's hard to find one man who fucks like a king, let alone three."
I grinned down at her and rolled off her and onto my side. "Thank you." When she gave me a confused look, I kissed her cheek with a chuckle. "For trying to help my brother."
Her cheeks turned even redder than they already were. "No need to thank me. I only want to see you happy."
Sitting up, she grabbed a handful of tissues from the nightstand and cleaned up a bit before going to her bag in the corner and pulling on panties and then a pair of shorts.
"What would make you happy?" I sat up, my eyes not leaving her as she stiffened and then turned to face me. "I mean… do we make you happy? The three of us?"
"You do." She bit her lip, her eyes glossing over with tears. "Even with the stress of everything else, I want…"
When she didn't continue, I stood, grabbing Kingston's boxers and cleaning my dick off with them before standing face to face with her. "What do you want, little fox? For all of us to be together?"
She nodded, looking up at me with uncertainty written across her face. All three of us had made it pretty clear we wanted her, but she still couldn't see it herself.
"Then we'll all find a way to be together." I kissed her softly and threaded our fingers. "Let's go clean up the rest of the way and face being awkward in front of your dad together."
"I was quiet… you, on the other hand…" She giggled as I swatted at her ass as she walked out of the room.
Yeah. There was no way in hell I was leaving Crescent Heights.
I stared up at the sky, my body not yet processing the fact I had been clotheslined by a man—not a god—that was running faster than the speed of light.
"Dad!" Wren yelled across the yard for what had to be the hundredth time. "You promised you'd take it easy on them!"
Apollo cackled like a hyena and stood over me, a giant rock in his hand. "Oops. Did I hit you a little too hard, son?" He held out his hand, and I eyed it suspiciously before grabbing it and letting him pull me to my feet.
He hadn't been kidding when he suggested playing steal the bacon.
I remembered the game fondly from my younger years, racing an opponent to grab an object in the middle of the field to see who could steal it first. But Apollo took it to an extreme, using every opportunity to put me and Zayn flat on our backs.
"Eject his ass!" Zayn stood on my side of the lawn, his face looking murderous. "He's cheating!'"
"It's not cheating if you fools don't look where you're running." Apollo threw the rock up and caught it like it was a baseball. "But I guess I should be going."
Kingston clapped me on the shoulder as we all walked back to his patio. The motherfucker had won rock paper scissors against both me and Zayn to be on Apollo's team.
Apollo gave all of us a look that made my balls shrivel a little. "Take care of my daughter. If anything happens to her mentally or physically, I will castrate you, grill them, and feed them to you."
"Dad." Wren covered her face in embarrassment.
Apollo's attention landed on me, and I nearly shit myself. It hadn't escaped my notice when Wren and I had come out of the bedroom earlier in the morning that he was glaring daggers at me. "I'll be in touch after I wake up again about helping your brother."
Thank fuck he hadn't changed his mind about it. "Yes, sir. I really appreciate you helping him."
Apollo approached Wren and pulled her hands away from her face. "I know I don't say it enough, but I'm proud of you and I love you."
Wren got teary for the second time and threw her arms around him. "I love you too."
I shifted from one foot to the other, feeling like we were intruding on a special father-daughter bonding moment. They pulled apart and Apollo awkwardly gave her the rock he had still been holding.
"Until we meet again." With a whoosh of wind and blur of motion, Apollo was gone, leaving all of us except for Wren looking around like we'd been imagining things.
"And you guys call me crazy." Zayn flopped down on the outdoor couch and put his feet up on the coffee table.
"He's just..." Wren looked at the rock in her hand and set it down on the table as she moved to join Zayn. "He's been alive forever, and that's a lot of life he's seen come and go. Being a little unhinged is better than being a heartless psychopath. I'm glad he seems to like you three."
"Why are you glad? I thought you didn't see him that much." Kingston sat down in a chair, and I sat down on the other side of Wren.
"I don't." Wren put her head on my shoulder and took Zayn's hand. "But seeing as I'm staying and you three are my boyfriends, my dad should like you."
There was no better feeling than hearing her say those words.