The words shock the breath from my lungs more effectively than Hades’s hand around my throat does. “What?”
Hercules drags his thumb over my clit again and gives me a startlingly sunny smile. “I’m falling for you. Is that so hard to believe?”
“Yes.” The word just pops out into existence despite my attempt to keep it silent. “The only reason you’re here is—”
“Because I want to be. I chose to be here when I made the deal. Now I’m choosing this, choosing you. Both of you.” As if it’s that simple for him. He decides this is what he wants and that’s enough to go for it. His optimism humbles and terrifies me. He leans up and kisses me softly on the lips. “Choose us, Meg. Please.”
In the end, maybe it is that simple.
I want the picture Hercules paints. I want it so bad, I can barely stand it. If I let fear hold me back, maybe it won’t end right this second, but things will fall apart sooner, rather than later. The only way this works is full commitment on all parts. That includes me. Tears prick my eyes, though I can’t begin to say why. I finally nod as much as I can with Hades’s hand still at my throat. “Okay.”
“I’m proud of you,” Hades murmurs. “I know that wasn’t easy.” He pulls out of me and I sob out a breath at the sudden lack.
But then Hercules is there through some unspoken agreement. He pulls me down onto his cock and I might laugh if I had the breath for it. God save me from a twenty-five-year-old’s record recovery time. I already know what Hades is about before I feel the cool slide of his lubed fingers against my ass. I lean forward and exhale, relaxing into the intrusion as he tests me. I don’t want the tease right now. I want all of him, all of them, a physical representation of what we’ve already said with our words. Hades always had a cruel streak, though, and he takes his time with me. Making us wait.
Hercules cups my face with his big hands. “Trust us,” he repeats.
“I’ll try.”
He kisses me. His tongue slides into my mouth the moment that Hades guides his cock into my ass, as if they planned this moment perfectly through some unspoken command. Even though I’ve done this before more than a few times, I can’t help panting against Hercules’s lips as Hades works his way into me until he’s sheathed completely. I am so fucking full of them that it almost hurts, a growing pressure that will morph into pleasure at the barest hint of movement. I try to shift, but Hades grips my hips too tightly. “Not yet, love.”
Desperation rises in time with the heartbeat throbbing beneath my skin. Too much. It’s too much and not enough and I can’t stand it. “Please.” I manage to slide the barest bit against them and the friction nearly causes my eyes to roll back in my head. Words rise up, a torrent I fight to keep inside. I should know better by now. “Please, please, please fuck me.” I try to stop, try to slow down, but they overwhelm me simply by existing. “Please love me.”
Just like that, Hades’s grip relaxes. “I’ll always give you what you need.”
“We’ll always give you what you need.” Hercules takes my arms and guides them to the small of my back where Hades takes over. He clasps my wrists with one hand and keeps his grip on my hip with the other, and then he begins to move. A slow slide out and an equally agonizingly slow slide back in. On the third one, Hercules picks up the rhythm, thrusting when Hades withdraws, withdrawing when Hades thrusts. I am never empty, never able to move, never able to do more than take the pleasure they alternate giving me.
I’m sobbing and I can’t stop. They have made me their center in this moment and it’s a balm to my battered soul. Through some unspoken communication, they both shove deep and it throws me over the edge. I shudder as I come, my body so over-sensitized that I can barely handle the pleasure. Hades and Hercules are there to catch me. They hold me between their bodies as they keep fucking me, but the tone of it changes. Even as they buoy me up, they seek their own pleasure. I twist a little to see Hades take Hercules’s mouth and it’s almost enough to send me over the edge again. Hercules comes first, driving into me from below, his moans muffled by Hades’s mouth. Hades breaks away and releases my hands. He braces himself on the small of my back and drives deep again and again, pulling out the barest moment before he orgasms. He comes across my back in hot spurts and I shiver.