Chapter 25 #2
His words slam into me, and his eyes flick with the hurt, returning to the forest green of his human form.
“Excuse me, but you fucked me and ran. I don’t remember us having a conversation about exclusivity. In fact, you haven’t said anything that would indicate you want more from me than the one screw we’ve shared.”
“What if I did want more?” he says.
“Are you asking?” My heart is betraying me. I’m trying to act completely nonchalant until Garrick gives me some honesty but his stupid feline hearing will be able to pick up the fact that the muscle in my chest is currently beating at least twice as fast as it should.
“It doesn’t matter. Not if you’re with them.” He rubs his thick subtle coated jaw, not meeting my eyes.
“What if I was with them… and you?” I offer the olive branch, Tarron’s words ringing in my head.
Voicing the question also shines a light on a tiny thread of longing somewhere deep inside me.
I’ve been trying to sort out my feelings so much that I’ve ignored what it would all mean.
If I pursue them, could I be in a relationship with all three of them?
A calm washes over me as I picture it, my mind nothing but relieved as I finally arrive at a conscious decision that I think unconsciously I have known for a while.
I want them all.
Wyatt, Milo, and I aren’t currently in a good place but I think I can fix it. I’ll need to tell them the truth. Who I really am. What we’ve been building is based on a lie and I don’t want that.
“You think you can be with all three of us?” Garrick asks.
“Polyamoury isn’t that uncommon.”
“But they’re human.”
“Not for too much longer, hopefully.”
“They don’t know who you are.”
“I want to tell them. I’m sick of the lies.
” I might have only just reached that epiphany but I say it with conviction.
Lifting one hand to pull my hood down, I remove my mask, chucking it onto the desk beside us.
Garrick’s eyes track my hair as it falls down over my right shoulder.
His fingers twitch like he wants to reach out and run them through it. “You already know the real me.”
He’s silent for what seems like an eternity.
The air between us grows warmer with each ticking second.
I’m about to tell him to forget it when he finally gives in and reaches up to tangle his fingers in the ends of my hair.
We both watch as he winds the strands between his digits. “This is what you want?” he asks.
“Yes. I want you, and I also want them. Giving any of you up at this point feels painful.”
“Okay.” His eyes meet mine. “I don’t want to give you up. If sharing you is what I have to do, then I will.”
I shake my head. “You’re not sharing me, Garrick. You get all of me, just as they get all of me. If there is any jealousy or resentment, this won’t work.”
“Have you had this discussion with them? About being in a poly relationship?”
“No, not as such. But we’ve been together enough as the three of us, I know they are okay with it. I need to tell them properly about you though.” I raise my hand slowly to place my palm over his pec, needing a connection to him in some way. “They are also together by the way.”
“Yes, I’d heard that seemed to be the case.”
“So, are you in?”
“I’m in.” His hands move again, and this time it's to lift me into his arms. He tugs the back of my thighs, hoisting me so I’m straddling him. It’s a tight fit in the chair but I don’t care. Our lips meet in a kiss that immediately has me seeing stars.
His tongue attacks my mouth, plundering deep. Marking. Claiming. The sound which erupts from him is guttural and it only takes one more slide of his tongue against mine and I’m moaning too.
We break apart only long enough to remove clothing, our lips finding any skin we can touch. I’m back in his lap in seconds.
My hands run all over his chest, his broad shoulders, his defined pectoral muscles and the fine chest hair running down the centre.
Our tongues fight for dominance as I slide my fingers lower, over each ridge of his abs and down to wrap my hand around his hard length.
Precum is already smeared over the tip so I use it to lubricate my hand before gripping him tighter and running my palm down the full length of him.
He gasps into my mouth, his own hands pulling me more firmly against him, one delves into my hair at the base of my neck and one wraps around my waist. He purrs, my lower lip between his teeth, as I stroke him more.
“Fuck, Goddess, your grip is going to have me shooting off embarrassingly fast. I need to get inside you first.”
He grabs my hips and pulls me until my core is lined up with the head of his dick. I try to lower myself but he holds me tighter, making me pause.
“Feel the anticipation,” he whispers in my ear, sending a skittering of electricity down my spine. My breathing gets harder as he allows me to lower an inch, so the head of his cock is now pressing to my entrance but not quite breaching it.
The heat at my core reaches molten levels as he stretches out the moment further.
This is delicious fucking torture, my chest heaving now as I try to fight my instincts and just slam down onto him.
Even without any foreplay I’m ready for him, I’m sure he can feel how I’m dripping for him.
I mewl in his hold, my fingers digging into his shoulder where I’m barely holding on.
And then he pulls me down. Fast.
Crying out at the hard, hot, invasion of his solid cock entering my body he doesn’t allow me time to adjust before he’s pulling me up, forcing my hips to move on him.
Even though I’m on top this time he is still in control.
Not that it takes my body long to learn the rhythm he sets and my thighs start to work as I ride him.
“Yes, Goddess, fucking milk me with that tight cunt of yours.”
“Fuck,” I answer, breathless and already flying towards release.
He slams up into me as I come down to meet him, our bodies totally in sync. Sweat forms on our skin and our moans fill the small space, adding a crescendo to the slapping of flesh against flesh.
His thumb finds my clit and I hit the end, barrelling into climax and shattering.
Below me, Garrick comes simultaneously, his seed filling me and elongating my own pleasure, the final drags of his flared cock head further heightening my pleasure with the friction against my pulsing inner walls.
We both come to a halt, although our lungs work hard to pull oxygen into our bodies as we recalibrate. I don’t pull off him, liking the feeling of him being joined to me still.
“Thank you,” I say softly once I’ve recovered enough that words are possible.
“You don’t need to thank me for fucking you.” He chuckles.
“No, thank you for giving this a chance,” I clarify.
He’s silent for a moment, his heartbeat steadying under my touch. “I have no idea how to be in a relationship with multiple people. I’ve not done that before.”
“Well I’ve never done the relationship thing, so hopefully between all of us we can figure it out.”
“Are you going to talk to Thirty-Nine and Nineteen? Tell them who you really are?”
“I want to. Will it screw with the games too much?” I arch my back slightly so I can look down at the Head Officer still between my thighs.
He contemplates his answer. “Thirty-Nine would’ve survived anyway. He’s always been a strong candidate. Nineteen I was really sceptical of, but since he’s latched on to you both, I don’t see him failing.”
“We wouldn’t let him die.” I growl.
“I thought that would be the case. Tell them, get it out in the open.”
Smiling down at Garrick, I place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Who knew you would be such a rebel, letting me break the rules and possibly give two of the candidates an advantage.”
“You can be the one to answer to Hades for any ramifications.” He returns my grin with one of his own, and his eyes light with amusement.
I swat his chest, although it’s very light. “Hades will be fine, I’ll get Khaos on board first.”
“And they are your responsibility. I cannot step in to keep them alive.” His smile drops and the Officer returns.
“I get that. I know the rules.”
“And if Thirty-Nine annoys me in any way, I can shift and let my panther loose on him.”
I hit him harder this time, although he catches my hand with his own to stop me swiping at him a third time. “No deal. And you can stop calling them by their numbers around me. It’s weird that you do that.”
“Nope, just safer. They know where they stand if I refuse to name them.”
“You’ll crack, we’ve got a few weeks left yet.”
“I won’t. Until they’re through the third trial, I will call them by their number.”
I roll my eyes.
There’s movement on one of the cameras and both our attentions are taken by the first Officer hauling in one of the second floor residents.
“Looks like we need to get back to work,” I say and go to move off Garrick’s lap.
His hands fly to my sides, stopping me before I manage to move more than an inch.
“We can watch like this,” he says matter of factly.
I look down at him once more, my breath catching as the emotion now shining in his eyes is so potent that I get a bit hypnotised.
Hope.
He has hope that this is going to work out.
I remain in his lap and we watch the guards question the contestants.