Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
OPHELIA
I wake up to someone moaning. The room is dark, with only the faint glow of the candle on my dresser shining a light on the space.
Am I dreaming?
My head feels fuzzy after taking a few pills to quell my anxiety. Days have passed since my dad left for his honeymoon, and I have barely gotten out of bed. I have no sense of time. Thankfully, Constantine will help me with the club until I get my act together.
I roll onto my side and curl up with the pillow, ready to fall back asleep when I hear it again. A woman moans, followed by male grunts. I would know those sounds anywhere.
I shoot out of bed, my blood boiling in my veins. If Ares is fucking a woman in my house, he’s a dead man.
Dressed in a tank top with no bra and a pair of booty shorts, I fling open my door. So much for a peaceful night to sleep and rejuvenate. To forget that my father married my mom’s best friend and is now in Fiji on his honeymoon.
I poke my head into Ares’s room, surprised he’s not there. Okay, so it wasn’t him. Then I repeat the same process with Apollo and Atlas, getting the same result.
“She looks like Ophelia,” I hear Apollo mutter from a distance, his voice somewhat strained. “Look at her tits.”
What in the hell?
“You should fuck her,” Ares tells him. “Her pussy is so wet and tight. And she screams like a porn star.”
Apollo groans. “You know I can’t do that.”
“She’s the one,” Atlas says. “Ophelia will break Apollo’s curse.”
His curse?
This must be what Ares couldn’t tell me about his brother. He wanted to watch us have sex, but I don’t know why. When I invited him to join, he acted weird and left the second he came in his hand.
Apollo sighs. “I’m not cursed, you numbnut.”
“You wanna watch me fuck her again?” Ares asks, and his voice is getting louder, like how he sounds when we’re having sex.
“I want to watch both of you fuck her,” Apollo says, and I hear skin slapping.
I know that sound.
Is he jerking off?
What is going on in there?
A woman moans, and a man asks her if she’s a good whore and if she likes it. I don’t recognize either of their voices. She whimpers and says yes, and then he slaps her ass.
Are they watching porn?
I listen and keep my distance. My panties soak from all the moaning, and I’m considering joining them to see what they will do.
“Apollo, how do you want her?” Atlas says.
This conversation sounds so clinical, as if they always do this. Ares said they like to share and that Apollo likes to watch. But is this something they usually do?
I want to know.
“I haven’t decided yet,” Apollo tells his twin.
I find the three of them in the den. It’s dark. The only light comes from the flat-screen television hung on the wall.
All three are shirtless, their bodies sculpted to perfection. Atlas is on the chaise part of the couch, legs spread and his hand down the front of his shorts. He’s stroking his dick to the woman on the screen.
She looks like me.
Same length and color hair.
A lot of curves and big boobs.
Ares is on the right side of the couch with one foot propped up on the coffee table, jerking his monster cock that hangs out of his shorts. Apollo sits in the armchair, hand wrapped around his big, pierced dick.
I’ve only seen two men with piercings at the club. And in the dark, I could hardly see much of them. But as I stand in the entryway, I get the privilege of seeing him up close. How did I not notice it in the bathroom? I must have been so drunk on Ares that I wasn’t paying attention.
“Am I interrupting your fantasy of me?” I move into the center of the room, hands on my hips. “Or would you prefer the real thing?”
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
“Get over here, Little Dragon.” Ares lets go of his hard dick to beckon me with his index finger. “Ride me like a good girl.”
I stare at his brothers.
Apollo’s boxers and pants are on the floor around his ankles. Atlas’s hand hasn’t moved from beneath his shorts.
“Well?” Apollo asks me. “Are you going to fuck my brother?”
I nod and rush over to Ares, who scoops me into his arms as if I weigh nothing. He hooks his arm around me, and I straddle his muscular thighs, rubbing against his hard dick.
“You could have woken me up if you were this horny.” I kiss his lips. “I’m never too tired to fuck you.”
“You haven’t been feeling good, baby. Atlas said to let you sleep it off.” Ares glances at his brothers and laughs, his hand on my waist. “This is a typical night for us.”
“You normally jerk off together?”
Ares rolls his broad shoulders. “We do everything together. Nothing we haven’t seen or done without the other.”
Atlas removes his hand from his pants and slides across the cushions until he’s beside us. “Turn around, goddess.” Atlas puts his hand on my back and runs his long fingers lightly down my spine. “Apollo can’t see you.”
He grips my arm and helps Ares turn me around, so I sit on top of Ares with my back to his chest. Atlas spreads my thighs apart and licks his lips. “You’re so fucking sexy. Ares can’t keep you to himself anymore.”
I stare at him.
Blink a few times.
When I don’t respond, Ares says, “Unless you’re not ready.” He licks my neck and pinches my nipple. “Huh, baby? Are you ready for all three of us?”
“It depends,” I moan when his hand cups my sex. “What are you going to do to me? Do I get a safe word?”
Ares yanks down my top so his brothers can see my breasts. “You know all about those, don’t you? Our girl is a dirty little thing.” He rubs his dick between my legs. “Do you think you need one with us? Or is that just what you tell the girls at your club?”
“So far, I haven’t needed one with you.”
“You don’t know us well enough,” Apollo says before his brother can reply. “I’d choose one just in case.”
“Okay.” I bite my lip and look at Ares and Atlas. They look like hungry wolves ready to take a bite out of me. “How about cherry?”
Ares squeezes my breast. “Sounds good, baby.” Then he looks at Atlas. “You good with that?”
He nods, then his hand is on my waist, pulling at my shorts. “Take these off. Show us your pretty pussy.”
Thankfully, it’s dark, so they can’t see everything I hate about my body in full color. I slide into the seat between them and inch my shorts and panties down my legs. But Ares is so impatient he tugs on one leg, and Atlas grabs the other. In seconds, I’m bottomless, giving Apollo the perfect view.
He brushes his thumb across his bottom lip and grunts in approval. “Spread her open,” he tells his brothers.
I’m already so wet that when Ares and Atlas lean over to peel back my pussy lips with their thumbs, I drip onto the couch.
“Fuck,” Apollo hisses. “Lick her pussy.”
Atlas bends over to lick some of my juices from my inner thigh before his tongue rolls over my clit. I whimper when he does it again, driving me wild with each flick.
My hand falls to the back of his head. “Atlas,” I whimper, slipping my fingers through his silky black hair. “Oh, God. That feels good.”
He seems to like the encouragement and holds my gaze as he tastes me, eating my pussy like he’s starving.
His fingers dig into the backs of my thighs, and I stop giving a shit about my body.
After everything Atlas has said to me, I know he likes me.
He thinks I’m sexy and powerful. And because of him, I feel more confident.
“You like that, Mistress?” Apollo asks, fisting his dick with a sick grin on his handsome face. “Huh? Tell me how much you like it when Atlas licks your pussy.”
“Mistress?” Ares asks. “Why are you calling her that?”
I look at Apollo, licking my lips. “It’s our little secret. Isn’t that right, Apollo? Only you know that side of me.”
“We’re talking about this later,” Ares grumbles and then nudges Atlas’s shoulder like he’s tapping into a wrestling match. “My turn. This is my pussy.”
I am his, aren’t I?
Now, I’m theirs.
I love the sound of that.