Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Roux
Thane’s eyes burnt into my back as I strode back towards Atticus.
My nightmare demon was sprawled across the bed, his pants having disappeared whilst I was playing with Thane, and he was leaning against the headboard, leisurely stroking his cock.
His body was a work of art, all those hard planes and dips waiting to be caressed and explored.
I cast a glance over my shoulder at Thane, and he was watching us like a hawk.
His large erect cock resting on his abs, the band of his trousers pooled round his waist. His skin was flushed, his shoulders taut, and a flicker of doubt crossed my mind.
Was he enjoying this? Was I doing it right?
I’d never taken charge like this before, and I didn’t want to spoil this for him.
He’d always been with people who knew what they were doing, and I felt like I was making this up as I was going along.
Atticus sat up and twisted his hand in my hair, tugging my head backwards and exposing my throat.
“He’s enjoying this,” he whispered in my ear, loud enough for only me to hear. “He’s desperate, and he loves it. He likes being helpless.”
“Okay,” I replied breathlessly. “Let’s put on a show.”
I’d never been one for exhibitionism, but I couldn’t deny how thrilling it was knowing that Thane was watching my every move.
I dragged my hands down Atticus’ chest, tracing all the lines in his velvety soft skin until I reached his cock. Gods, it was beautiful, perfectly formed, pierced, and it made my mouth water.
“Roux…” Atticus’ hands tightened in my hair, causing pain to slice across my scalp.
I pumped his cock, twisting and dragging my hands over his piercings until he was thrusting his hips, fucking my hand, pre-cum leaking from his tip.
Thane whimpered behind us, and I caught a glimpse of his weeping cock leaving a sticky trail over his abs. He really was enjoying this, and I wondered how much I could make him squirm.
“Fuck,” Atticus growled, and he pulled me off him.
He pushed me backwards onto the bed, his hands tearing at my underwear and ripping it to shreds. At the rate the guys were getting through my clothes, I was going to end up walking around here naked.
He forced my legs wide, spreading me open before planting his mouth on me. His tongue lashed at my clit, ferociously licking the length of me. I arched against him and thrust my hands into his hair, pulling him closer to me.
Thane groaned to the left of me. He leant forwards in his chair, his arms straining behind him just so he could get closer.
“Do you like what you see?” I groaned as Atticus thrust a finger deep inside me.
“Yes,” Thane hissed.
“Do you want him to fuck me slow and deep or rough and fast?”
Thane’s breath hitched, his nostrils flared as he flicked his heated gaze between Atticus and me. “Rough. I want to see it rough.”
Atticus pulled his mouth from me and threw Thane a feral grin. “As you wish.”
He hooked my leg over his shoulder, lined up his cock with my pussy and sank into me with one quick, brutal thrust.
“Fuck,” I cried out, my hands scrambling for purchase.
Atticus dug his fingers into my thigh, making sure I was spread wide so Thane could see his cock slamming in and out of my pussy. It was a brutal pace. Sharp and deep, his piercings dragged against my insides with every thrust until I was a gibbering mess.
Heat spiralled up from my toes, blazing through my body as I locked eyes with Thane. He hung on to every breath, every moan and whimper that left my mouth, like it was his saving grace.
I reached my hand out, beckoning him closer. The chair scraped across the wooden floor as Thane scooted close enough that I could grip his knee. Relief flooded his features as my hand connected with him.
I bucked beneath Atticus, meeting him thrust for thrust, all the while keeping my eyes on Thane.
“Yes, there,” I groaned. “Atticus, yes… right fucking… there.”
Pleasure exploded through me, vicious and violent, and I cried out as my body stiffened under the grip of euphoria.
My nails extended into claws and sank into the meat of Thane’s thigh.
He didn’t seem to care; he seemed more concerned with holding back the orgasm I’d nearly triggered with that pain.
Atticus’ hips faltered as he found his own release, and his fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise.
Thane threw his head back as he staved off his orgasm, no doubt experiencing the intense rush of Atticus’ flooding their bond.
His body trembled and jerked with the effort, and I was amazed he had the strength to resist. His cock was weeping, and it looked angry and red.
One touch would be all it took to take him over the edge.
“Please,” he begged, his voice strained. “Please let me cum.”
Atticus crawled languidly over the bed and pressed a soft kiss to my temple. “What do you think, kitten? Can he have his reward?”
I brushed Atticus’ bottom lip. “Absolutely.”
He jumped off the bed while Thane leapt out of his chair and ripped the belt off his wrists.
I loved that he was powerful enough to break free but made the choice to stay bound.
I understood that need. The need to surrender to someone else and let them make the decisions for you.
It’s how I felt with Hades. I liked that he was in charge and knew exactly what I needed, and I hoped Thane found that feeling with me.
The minute Thane reached Atticus, he gripped his throat and held him back.
“Kneel,” Thane ordered, his voice raw. Desperate.
Atticus smiled wide as he sank to his knees, and I curled over on my side to watch the two of them together, lazily stroking my clit and enjoying the aftershocks of pleasure that rippled through me. Gods, they were gorgeous. One dark, one fair. Opposites but both incredibly powerful creatures.
Thane rubbed his thumb over Atticus’ bottom lip. “Do you want my cock? Want to take it nice and deep?”
Atticus licked his lips. “Yes. Give it to me.”
Thane pushed two fingers into Atticus’ mouth, all the way to the back of his throat, making him choke. Gods, what a sound.
He pulled them out and tapped his leaking dick on Atticus’ mouth. “Open wide. Show me how good you can be.”
He did, and he swallowed Thane’s cock right to the back of his throat. He gagged a little, but Thane twisted his hand into Atticus’ hair and held him steady.
“Swallow,” Thane growled.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I watched Atticus’ throat bob and his face sink closer to Thane’s groin. His nose was buried in the guy’s pubes. Fuck. My pussy clenched at the sight, arousal rising as I watched Thane fuck Atticus’ face.
“Yes,” Thane groaned, his head thrown back. “Your mouth is fucking divine.”
I heard Atticus hum, his body melting under Thane’s praise, and I could feel another orgasm building in my core. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. They were magnificent and breathtaking, and I was utterly transfixed.
“Going to cum,” Thane gritted out, his hips jerking faster as he chased his release.
I circled my clit quicker as a second orgasm flooded my core while I watched Thane empty himself deep into Atticus’ mouth.
So fucking hot…
“That’s it, baby,” Thane sighed. “Swallow all my cum.”
Atticus kept sucking Thane until it became too much for the God.
He pushed Atticus away and stumbled back a few paces, his chest heaving and sweat peppering his skin.
He dragged Atticus to his feet and gave him a dirty, open-mouthed kiss.
I shuddered as I watched, my body trembling with the remnants of my orgasm.
“Hmm,” Atticus moaned as he dragged Thane over to the bed. “That was delicious.”
Thane shook off his trousers and climbed in behind me, wrapping me in his arms and being my big spoon. “Thank you, Roux. For knowing what I needed.”
“You’re welcome,” I yawned, exhaustion finally taking over. “Thank you for trusting me.”
Atticus tucked himself in front of me and pulled the covers over us all. “Get some rest, kitten. We can talk about everything later.”
Hmm, much later, I thought as I drifted off to sleep. Everything always looked better in the morning.