Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“I think you’re right.” She smiles up at me. It’s far more tentative than it would have been even a year ago, and I mourn the lost time. I know better than anyone not to take things for granted, but I’ve done exactly that with this woman.
I brush her hair back from her face. “I don’t deserve you.”
“I think we can both agree that if any two people deserve each other, it’s us.” She turns her head and kisses my wrist. “Don’t shut me out again. I can’t bear it.”
“I won’t.” A promise I likely have no business making, but one wrong word could send this fragile balance between us shattering into a million pieces. I won’t willingly break it. The thought of losing her… “You are everything I never knew I needed, love. A partner in every way. An equal in every way. You don’t shy from my less savory traits. One could argue that you relish them.”
“I do. Sometimes it’s despite myself, but I do.” She leans into my touch. “What happens now?”
That was the question, wasn’t it? “We wait to see how Zeus reacts. Then we adjust from there.”
Meg smiles, though sadness still lingers in her eyes. “Hades, that’s a horrible plan.”
“He can’t penetrate the Underworld’s defenses. I’ve spent all my time here ensuring that this place is a fortress.”
“Yes. But even a fortress can’t provide for every need. We have to leave eventually. To stay trapped here is to let him win.”
She’s right. “I simply need the appropriate leverage.”
“You figure that out.” She takes my hand. “In the meantime, come back to bed.”
Chapter 26
Hercules
When I wake, it’s tangled up between Meg and Hades’s naked bodies. I lie there for a long time, soaking up their closeness. My body aches faintly from all the fucking, but not in an unpleasant way. It takes longer for the rest of what I’m feeling to sink in. I’m… happy. Content. The stress of the future still lingers, but it’s nowhere near as overwhelming as it has been for most of my life. I finally feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
Meg stretches, her ass rubbing against the aching cock I’ve been trying to ignore. “Is that cockstand just for me?”
“Mmm.” I pull her closer and cup her breasts. I was planning on letting them sleep longer, on maybe slipping out and hitting the gym for a little bit before the day gets started. This is a way better way to spend my time. “Good morning.”
“Good morning indeed.”
I skate a hand down her stomach to palm her pussy. Every time I touch this woman, it feels so fucking right. Like coming home, if home was something to be craved, rather than something to be avoided. I touch her idly, teasing her until she’s pressing back against me, trying to get closer. I lift her leg up and over my hip, opening her completely, and notch my cock at her entrance. There’s no rush as I slide into her. It’s the kind of fucking that feels like we’ve shifted from one dream to another. Slow. Unhurried. Decadent. When she comes, it’s with a ragged breath and my whispered name on her tongue. I bury my face in her hair as I follow her over the edge, emptying myself into her in a way that feels downright fucking spiritual.
Hades’s hands on my hips guide me out of her and onto my back. He moves between my thighs and then his lubed up cock is pressing into my ass, just as slowly and steadily as I pushed into Meg. He looks relaxed and sleepy in a way I could get used to. He sinks the last few inches into me and looks at Meg. Through some unspoken agreement, she shifts closer to press against us and kisses him. I can’t stop myself from touching her again. I don’t even bother to try. She draws back with a little gasp and Hades gives me a look of approval. “Ride his hand, love. We both know you’re too greedy to be satisfied with a single orgasm.”
She’s wet and slippery against my fingers. The evidence of our dual orgasms makes it easy to push three fingers into her and press my palm against her clit. “You heard him.”
She kisses me as she starts to rock, fucking my hand just like Hades told her to. That’s when Hades begins to move. It takes me several breathless moments to realize he’s mimicking Meg’s strokes almost perfectly. Long slow glides. And then Meg moves back and Hades is there, his mouth on mine. He’s nowhere near as soft as she is and I relish the difference between them.
Before, they overwhelmed me. It doesn’t feel like that this time. I feel utterly cherished between these two people I care about. Like the new corner we turned last night really means something and we could be waking up like this many, many times in the future. I want that more than anything.