38 - Haven
HAVEN
Sebastian didn’t slow.
If anything, Ares’s presence dragged something darker out of him. His grip tightened, his fingers digging in just enough to remind me who had me — who was setting the pace, choosing how deep, how hard—
But the room didn’t belong to him anymore.
Not entirely.
Ares stood there, watching like he was cataloging every reaction, every shift in breath and movement and sound. His eyes locked on mine, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Tell me something,” Ares said, his voice low and measured. “Do you always make sounds like that?”
I sucked in a breath that broke halfway through, as Sebastian drove into me again. He did it harder. Sharper. Like he had something to prove.
“Careful,” Sebastian murmured, his mouth close to my ear. “You’re going to distract her.”
Ares stepped closer, rolling his shoulders once before lacing his fingers together and cracking his knuckles.
“She doesn’t look distracted.”
A hand came up to my chin.
Light. Intentional.
My eyes were drawn to his, by something I couldn’t name. There was nothing rushed there. But there was something else. Something primal. Raw.
Dangerous.
“Look at you,” he said softly, almost to himself.
Sebastian faltered for half a second — then pushed harder. Answering something that neither of them had said out loud.
My body reacted instantly, pulling them both deeper into the moment as the tension shifted around me.
Not coordinated. Not competitive.
But not separate, either.
Ares’s fingers slid from my chin to my throat, resting there — not squeezing, not controlling, just there — a steady, grounding presence that sent a completely different kind of heat spiraling through me.
“Don’t stop,” he said, but this time it wasn’t to me.
Sebastian let out a short laugh.
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
Another thrust — deeper, harder — pulled a sound out of me I couldn’t hold back. My whole body shuddered with all new heat, everything building, climbing fast.
Ares’s thumb shifted slightly against my throat, offering just enough pressure that I could feel it. Not restricting. Not forcing.
Guiding.
“Breathe,” he murmured.
And breathe I did.
The difference was immediate.
My arousal stretched. Sharpened. Drew out, instead of snapping too soon. Still pumping back to meet Sebastian’s thrusts, my body reacted instantly. My every muscle coiled tighter, making everything more controlled, more intense, as a second climax surged outward from the heat in my belly.
A sound escaped my lips — one I’d never made before. I watched as it stoked the fires in Ares’s crystal blue eyes. He bit down on his lip, his eyes smoldering as they searched mine.
“Go on,” he whispered. “Do it.”
The words dropped like a trigger.
I exploded.
FUCKKKKK…
The release tore through me — stronger and more focused than before.
It lit up every nerve ending in my body.
Crashed over me in thrilling, screaming waves.
I cried out, thrashing, surging backward to take Sebastian dangerously deeper.
At the same time I writhed forward, to assert more of that delicious pressure Ares had placed on my tender throat.
Sebastian followed a heartbeat later, his fingers screwing into my hips as a guttural sound broke from his chest. Pain mixed with pleasure as his grip turned to iron, pulling me against him, burying himself deep, as everything finally unraveled.
Then I felt it — deep inside, way up near my womb. Sebastian’s cock, thumping wildly. He made the sexiest noises as he erupted inside me, taking me, filling me…
Making me his.
I shoved my ass backward, screwing him deeper. Giving myself to him in every way. I wanted to make it good for him. To drain him fully. Completely…
Sebastian was in the last throes of his climax when Ares took my face in his hands, looked deep into my eyes, and kissed me.
My body was so hot it felt molten.
“My turn.”
Ares’s shirt hit the floor. Thick fingers tugged at the knot of his sweatpants, loosening it with slow, measured control.
He stepped out of them, fully exposed. I forgot how to breathe for a second.
Then he took command, and all other thoughts flew out of my spinning head.
His hand came back to my jaw, tilting my face up toward his. Those piercing blue eyes locked on mine. Darker now. Sharper than anything I’d seen before.
“You disappeared last time,” he murmured.
My heart tripped over itself, trying to keep up. Ares hovered over me, gloriously naked. Between his thick, muscular legs, his manhood was slung low.
And fuck… it was every bit as big as Sebastian’s.
Maybe bigger.
“You don’t get to disappear now,” he said softly.
I shook my head, in a daze.
“I’m not—”
“Good.”
The word cut me off completely. Behind me, Sebastian slipped away, his hands not retreating so much as yielding space.
Ares noticed. A faint smile ghosted across his mouth.
Then he leaned in, way over my back…
… and slapped my ass so hard I nearly jumped five feet off the bed.
The pain was sharp and immediate.
The heat and slow-spreading pleasure came a few seconds later.
Holy fuck…
Ares reared back for another hit, this time on my opposite cheek. I took it better than the first one. I was more ready. More eager for the sharp sting, followed by a hot rush of pleasure.
His body moved closer, his length brushing my cheek.
I wrapped my hand around it, and shoved it in my mouth.
“FUCK—”
He grunted the word, then stiffened as I began blowing him. All thoughts about spanking me instantly forgotten.
Ares set his hands on his hips, enjoying the moment. Then his palm sifted gently into my hair, gathering as much of it as he could, between his fingers.
He pulled it back into a rough ponytail, so he could watch me.
And so Sebastian could watch, too.
Oh my fucking God…
It was indescribably hot, performing for both of them. Going down on one, while the other’s warm seed ran down the insides of my thighs. I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted the moment to last forever.
Ares held my hair in place with one hand. I took him deeper, slower, letting him feel every inch while his other hand moved over my body — dragging across my skin, lingering, exploring the smooth curves of my rapidly-reddening ass.
And through it all I kept working him over, inhaling him top to bottom. Running my tongue along the full length of his hardness, all the while imagining what would it feel like inside me.
I didn’t have to imagine long.
Ares let out one last sigh of contentment before popping himself from my mouth. He lifted me like I were weightless. Hauled me upward, until we were face to face, lips brushing.
“Still want this?” he asked, his voice gravelly and low.
A dangerous question.
Also, a rhetorical one.
“God, yes.”
“Then don’t disappear.”
“I won’t.”
That was it.
He shoved me back onto the bed, coming down over me, positioning himself between my legs. One thick hand guided himself forward, pausing at the threshold of the hottest and wettest I’d ever been.
Then he pushed inside me—
And everything went white.
I grabbed him instantly, fingers digging into solid muscle as he drove deeper, setting a pace that wasn’t rushed.
Just relentless.
Like he owned it.
Owned me.
It wasn’t only the way he filled me, which was already beyond incredible. It was the sheer size of him. The devastating weight of him, driving into me. Crushing me beneath a flesh-covered mass of iron-like muscle.
It was everything I’d imagined it would be. My hands wrapped desperately around his biceps, gripping his arms for dear life as he pounded into me. The waiting was over. All that unspent electricity and pent-up frustration, finally at a release.
Ares seized my ankle and pulled one of my legs high over his granite-like shoulder. The new angle was insane. I nearly bit through my lip, as it drove him even deeper inside me.
And then my head was suddenly being cradled by new hands.
Sebastian.
Holding me steady.
Cradling me in his lap, in perfect rhythm with Ares’s thrusts.
He sat there watching. Waiting. Drinking it all in, his eyes swimming with lust.
And Ares, surging into me. At long last taking me. Possessing me.
The house was ours — wholly and completely.
There was no storm.
No team.
No rules.
Just the three of us suspended in the same charged space. My body forming a carnal bridge, connecting one of them to the other.
I saw Ares’s jaw go tight. He grunted like a bull, his hands screwing into fists as he fought hard to regain control.
Only he couldn’t.
And he didn’t have to.
“Do it,” I said, breathless.
That broke whatever restraint he had left. He shoved my legs back, pinning them all the way up, behind my ears. He drove into me harder. Faster.
And when it hit—
We went sailing over the edge together.
And this time… no one looked away.