3. Meg
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I had a plan going into this, but Hercules has smashed it to pieces.
This man with his kind eyes and sweet smile…
He’s nothing like I expected. He kisses me like it’s the main event, as if we never have to go farther than this because he can’t get enough of my mouth on his.
And through it all, I can feel Hades’s presence, even if he’s not in the room.
Hercules. What a fucking name. Hercules .
His golden hair is cropped short and his eyes are so blue they take my breath away.
Especially with how he looked at me before he kissed me, like he can’t believe this is happening and he must be the luckiest man alive.
His shoulders flex beneath my grip, and I can’t wait to get him out of his shirt to see if he’s as defined as he seems. In fact, that seems like an excellent idea.
I nip his bottom lip hard enough that he gasps, going a little melty against me.
I spare a thought to wondering if Hades knew this man had a masochistic streak.
It wouldn’t surprise me. Hades always seems to know when someone around him is harboring a kink or twelve.
I tug on Hercules’s shirt and he allows me to pull it over his head.
I sit back and just look at him. “You call me beautiful, but you’re the beautiful one. ”
His golden cheeks go a little pink and he bites his bottom lip in the same place I did just now. Oh, this guy is too much. I lean in and soothe the spot with my tongue. “Tell me what you want.”
“I…”
He’s going to hold back. I can already tell. I grab his wrist and press his hand to my thigh, right over my tattoo. “Not the polite version. Not what you think I want to hear. Tell me what you want right now, in this moment, more than anything else.”
Hercules’s gaze drops to my mouth and then lower, to where his hand brackets my thigh. “I want to taste your pussy.”
My whole body goes hot and tight. He says he’s not pure, but there’s something almost innocent in the way he allows me to lead this. Submissive, yes, but more than that. I want to dirty him right up. I guide his hand beneath my dress and catch my breath as he palms me between my thighs.
He makes a sound suspiciously like a growl. “No panties, Meg?”
“I don’t like them.”
“Fuck, neither do I.”
He doesn’t try anything, letting me lead this. Submitting . All the tangled feelings from dinner with Hades burn to ash in this moment. Damn him, but Hades was right all along, the bastard. This is exactly what I need tonight. I lean back against the arm of the couch. “Take what you want.”
He looks at me for a long moment as if he’s sure this is a trap. I roll my hips a little, rubbing myself against his palm. It snaps him out of it. He moves down my body so he can shove my dress up to see my pussy.
The look on his face.
I would pay an absurd amount of money to have a picture of this moment, to keep it locked away and bring out whenever I needed a bump.
He looks at my pussy like he’s just found a treasure he’s spent his life chasing.
And then he’s on me, dragging his tongue down from my clit, spreading me to get lower yet, and then moving back up to flick my clitoral hood piercing.
Hades is rarely wrong about these kinds of things, but I’m still almost shocked by Hercules’s enthusiasm.
He fucks me with his tongue, growling against my flesh even as he drives my pleasure relentlessly higher.
Not quite high enough yet.
“Hercules—”
He shifts gears, moving up to my clit and sucking hard as he shoves two fingers into me with enough force to lift my hips off the couch.
“Oh fuck .” I look down and find him watching me closely, gauging my reactions.
He holds my gaze as he does it again, fucking me with his fingers and giving my clit long pulls that have my toes curling and my eyes rolling back in my head.
How did this get so out of control? When did I become the seduced, rather than the seducer?
I dig my hands into his golden hair. “Wait, wait, wait.”
He immediately lifts his head, though he doesn’t remove his fingers, the dirty boy. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, nothing like that.” I prop myself up on my elbows and try to think through the pleasure of that pulsing thing he’s doing with his fingers against my G-spot. “I need…” God, that feels good. It would be the easiest thing in the world to let him make me come like this.
But I know how to read a man, and this one will make me orgasm hard enough to see stars, then he’ll fix my dress, call me a car, and send me home. He’s got that kind of selfless martyrdom written all over him. Not tonight.
I push on his shoulders until he sits back and I then crawl into his lap and claim his mouth in another kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue and hell if that doesn’t make me hotter. I’ve always loved this shit.
“Meg, you don’t have to take care of me.” His hand is between my thighs again, parting my pussy and delving deep. “I want to make you come.”
“You will.” I’m doing a bit of delving on my own. Normally, I pride myself on my seduction techniques. I can have a person on the verge of orgasm just by undressing them when I’m feeling inspired. I love to hold off and tease until pleasure becomes pain becomes pleasure again.
I have none of that finesse tonight.
I need him inside me and I need it now. My hands actually shake as I yank open his pants and reach inside for his cock. And, oh god, he’s even bigger than I anticipated. He’s perfect. “I need you.”
He catches my wrist, a frown marring his perfect blond brows. “You don’t have to.”
“Hercules.” I fight his hold to give him a rough stroke that makes a muscle tick in his jaw. “I want to ride your cock. I want you deep and hard inside me, and I want us both to come like that.” When he doesn’t release me, I go in for the kill. “Let me fuck you, Hercules. Now .”
Just like that, he’s mine.
He manages to get his pants off without totally dislodging me, but it’s fine because I’m too busy yanking off my dress to care about the awkwardness of this. Ten years of playing with Carver City’s sexual elite, and I’m fumbling over myself like a teenager. ? 1
I dig through the decorative cabinet next to the couch and find a condom. He raises his brows at that but doesn’t comment as I rip the packet open and roll it onto his cock. “Hurry, hurry, hurry.”
“We don’t have to rush,” he gasps.
“Speak for yourself.”
His low laugh has my whole body clenching. Hercules catches me around the waist and pulls me closer with one arm while he uses the other hand to position himself at my entrance. “I’ll go slow.”
“I don’t want you to.” I slam down on him and, holy shit, maybe I should have given myself a little bit to adjust to his size. I rock and writhe, but he bands an arm around my waist and seals us together completely.
“Meg.” He sounds just as desperate as I feel.
I run my hands up his chest and meet his gaze.
His blue eyes have darkened to near-black, as if his iris swallowed all the color up.
Gone is the sweetness that attracted and repelled me in equal measures.
This creature is all man, and he’s more than a little smug as he takes in my expression.
I can only begin to guess what he sees written across my face, but it pleases him.
“I want you to fuck me.” My command comes out a little breathy, but I can’t help it. Not with him filling me so perfectly.
“I am fucking you.”
I roll my hips, managing a tiny bit of delicious friction. Not enough. Not for what I need, not for what I suspect we both need. I take his chin and hold his gaze. “Fuck me, Hercules. Hard. I promise I won’t break.”
The words are barely out of my mouth when he pulls me off his cock and all but tosses me down onto the couch on my stomach. Then he’s between my thighs again, urging my ass up and guiding his cock back into me. I start to rise up, but his hand on the flat of my back stops me.
Dirty boy.
He grips my hips and gives a few experimental thrusts, testing me. If only he knew. I shove back against each one, until he’s so deep, I’m half sure I can feel his cock in the back of my throat. “Yes.”
That’s when I realize he’s been holding back.
Because when he starts to move, there’s no mercy for me.
It’s fine. I don’t want it. If I wanted something soft and sweet…
but then, I never do. This is neither, and it’s perfect in every way.
Just down-and-dirty fucking, each stroke hitting me exactly where I need it.
It’s been so long since I had anything resembling vanilla, I had almost forgotten I can get this need met without kink involved.
Except kink is involved.
Hercules might not know it, but he’s Hades’s proxy in this. Fucking me because my Sir commanded it.
And just like that, I’m coming. My orgasm draws a cry from my lips, and Hercules shoves deep, fucking me in short pumps that draw it out for long seconds. When I think I can’t bear any more, when I’m about to beg for mercy, he follows me over the edge, my name on his lips.
He flops down next to me on the couch. “Damn.”
“Damn is right,” I murmur. I can’t think past the racing of my heart. I didn’t expect this. I never could have anticipated it.
“Did I hurt you?” I can actually feel his hesitance trying to take hold again.
I press back against him with a grin. “Not even a little bit.”
“But—”
I turn and drape one leg over his hip. He dwarfs me, and his big hand settling on my hip makes me feel almost dainty.
It would be the easiest thing in the world for him to dominate me physically, but he has this unsure look on his pretty face, as if he’s a puppy expecting to be kicked.
And not in a fun way. I run my hands up his chest and cup his face.
“Hercules, you followed orders beautifully.”
Something in him relaxes at that and he pulls me closer, though it almost feels like I’m a teddy bear that he’s using for comfort, rather than the woman he just fucked hard and dirty.
I don’t mind. Aftercare is part of the process, even if it was an almost-vanilla scene.
I let him cuddle me and allow myself to enjoy this moment for what it is.
A beautiful man just made me come and now is looking to me for comfort. No games on his part. No walls. The sheer simplicity of it soothes me in a way I couldn’t anticipate. I stroke my hand down his arm. “No regrets?”
“No regrets,” he breathes. “I just kind of can’t believe this happened.”
I laugh and arch against him, feeling more relaxed than I have been in ages. “Oh, it happened. And it was good.”
“Meg,” he says slowly.
“Yes?”
He reaches between us and drags his hand down the center of my body. “I could call you a car.” He traces me with a blunt finger, pushing inside and dragging my wetness up around my clit.
“You could.” I’m practically quivering as he does that move again. It’s nowhere near enough to get me anywhere close to orgasm, but it feels good. So freaking good.
“Or…” He licks my ear in almost the exact same spot Hades did earlier tonight. “Or I could eat your pussy again. You stopped me before I was finished with you.”? 2
I shouldn’t… Then again, I shouldn’t do a lot of things I really enjoy doing. “That’s quite the decision to make.” I roll onto my back, taking him with me. “I suppose it’s a reasonable request, considering how well you obeyed me when I told you to fuck me hard.”
“Totally reasonable.” He urges me high on the couch so I’m sitting and he’s stretched out between my spread thighs. He gives me a wicked grin that has butterflies with razor-sharp wings erupting in my stomach. “I like you, Meg.”
“I like you too, Hercules.” It’s the truth.
I can’t resist sifting my fingers through his light hair as he dips down and gives my pussy an open-mouthed kiss.
I can’t get enough of the sight of the sheer bliss on his face as he explores me with his tongue.
Now that we’ve both taken the edge off, he’s got a little better control, but it couldn’t be clearer that he’s thoroughly enjoying himself.
Pleasure winds through me, and I tug on his hair to guide him back to my clit. “Make me come again.”
This time, he doesn’t tease. He follows my order fucking beautifully, working my clit skillfully as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. He doesn’t slow down; he doesn’t stop, simply goes after me with a single-minded determination I might find frightening if my pleasure wasn’t his aim.
I can’t keep a moan internal. “ Yes , Hercules. Just like that.”
Movement out of the corner of my eye has me lifting my head, but Hercules is too wrapped up in licking my pussy to notice Hades walking into the room. Only the heat in Hades’s eyes gives away how affected he is by this, but I can’t begin to say if it’s fury or desire—or some combination of both.
I open my mouth, but he shakes his head. He simply gives a small smile and mouths a single word: Come .
Just like that, the spell is broken. I begin to move again, grinding against Hercules’s mouth as Hades looks on, held helpless by my Sir’s gaze.
My orgasm hits me with the strength of a freight train, a thousand times stronger than the one when it was just Hercules and me.
It bows my back and draws a scream from my lips. The entire world goes fuzzy.
Not fuzzy enough to prevent me from hearing Hades say in his mildest voice, “And what do we have here?”
1 ? Sex plays a vital part of character development and arcs, and this is a perfect example of it. Meg isn’t acting like herself, isn’t in the rut she’s fallen into, and she’s loving every second of it.
2 ? Hercules is a very carefully balanced character.
Meg and Hades are so intense and calculated that I didn’t want it to feel like Hercules was too innocent and being victimized.
He’s got a hero complex a mile wide, but he’s also got a bit of a wicked streak, even if it looks different than most other characters in this series.