But Octavius pushed her head back, bringing her off his cock, forcing her gaze to meet his. She knew what he wanted without his voicing it. He wanted his cock deep inside her, but she was already filled.
His hand left her head and he backed away, his chest rising and falling as breaths shuddered through him. “Face the other way,” he rasped.
Her eyes widened.
Hades laughed, the sound thin, but typically wicked.
She rose off Hades, letting his cock slip from her channel, and turned.
Hands cupped her buttocks, arranging her over Hades’ hips. A cock nudged her, and she stared down between her legs to watch Octavius’s hand clutching Hades shaft as he fit it to her opening. She lifted her head and met Hades’ narrowed gaze.
“See what we will do for you? You’re a prize. A sultry gift.”
“Shut up,” she said breathily.
Octavius rubbed the cockhead over her folds, teasing her for long seconds.
“Tav,” Hades ground out. “Either stuff me inside her or take me in your own mouth.”
Octavius snorted. “There are many things I would do for you, milord, but that isn’t one of them.”
Petra rocked forward and back, arching her back, shaking back her hair—anything to encourage Octavius to end the sweet agony. “Please, just end it, will you?”
“You should never have teased me,” Octavius ground out. “There’s no need. I’m already yours.”
“I can’t help myself,” she said, not really addressing his rebuke. She couldn’t help herself because he still held Hades’ cock, still stroked the tip over her slick sex.
Her pussy clasped noisily and both men chuckled. She leaned down and rubbed her face like a kitten against Hades’ chest. “Make him do it.”
“I’m beyond speech, witch. At his mercy.”
And at the moment, Petra realized the power she and Octavius wielded. But would Octavius be willing to risk their lives to use it?
She shoved the thought aside. Her mind attended every detail of her arousal. Noted every tremble and ripple. Her nipples tightened, scraping the furred chest beneath hers. Her belly shivered with delight. Her hips rocked up and down, simulating fucking.
Last, she concentrated on the most thrilling aspect, her sex was wide open, her ass presented without embarrassment and Octavius’s fingers were gliding down the crease that separated her cheeks.
She moaned and pressed her hot face harder against Hades’ chest.
“I would cuddle you close if my hands were free.”
“You’d sweep Octavius from the bed,” she huffed, “pin me beneath you and never let me up.”
“To die in the throes of pleasure…” he groaned, “…would that be so terrible?”
“I’m human and couldn’t take your punishing strokes indefinitely.”
“I’ve yet to give you those sweet thrusts.”
Petra nuzzled his sweaty skin. “I think you’ll have to wait your turn. Someone else wants to mark his territory first.”
“Dark territory,” he said, laughter in his voice “Hot, tight territory. Can you take him?”
A finger circled her tiny hole and she shuddered. “I’ll try.”
The cock withdrew from rubbing her pussy, a hand cupped her sex and fingers thrust deep inside, swirling then pulling away. Octavius spread her folds. “Now, master.”
Hades thrust upward, spearing her on his cock and Petra couldn’t move although she wanted to arch and scream. A finger drove inside her ass and held her captive, afraid and too excited to move. Instead she sank against Hades, clutching his sides.
He raised his knees, lifting her bottom, and bucked beneath her over and over.
The ticking of the crank preceded a tightening of the chains. Hades held himself still. But Petra’s bottom remained tilted high.
Hands parted her buttocks. Moisture dropped into the crease. A soft, blunt head nudged her tiny entrance and she braced herself.
“You have to relax, love,” Octavius said, nearly crooning.
Hades kissed the top of her head, straining his neck to slide his lips along her forehead.
She raised her face to press her mouth hard against his.
Octavius pumped against her, thumbs pressed open her hole, and then he was easing inside her, stroking incrementally deeper until the crown of his cock was locked by her tightening ring. “Sweet, sweet witch,” he hissed.
Petra moaned and broke the kiss.
“I’m still here,” Hades said, his voice rising.
Petra giggled, grateful for the momentary release of tension.
Literally pinned between two men, she couldn’t move, was held powerless as their bodies grew more tense. They breathed deeply, gathering power. She could tell by the way Hades’ chest hardened impossibly more and by the brutal crush of Octavius’s fingers around the notches of her hips.
“Once I move,” Octavius said, his voice tight, “I won’t stop. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” Hades bit out.
“He wasn’t talking to you,” Petra muttered.
“No need to turn sour. You both have me completely at your mercy.”
“You don’t have a massive cock in your ass.”
Both men burst with laughter.
“She’s a feisty pet.”
“Growing claws already.”
Petra nipped Hades’ shoulder and squeezed hard around both cocks. “I’m no man’s pet. And you forget whose hands are shackled.”
“You wouldn’t leave me like this,” Hades said cheerfully. “Your cunt is drenched with your arousal. You want this.”
“But don’t you want to know this pleasure again? Maybe I would leave you chained and let Octavius take me over and over while you watched. How would you like that?”
Octavius grunted behind her, apparently pleased with her plan.
Hades’ eyes narrowed dangerously. “I will have you whether you wish it or not.”
“But wouldn’t you prefer me willing?” she said, finding a sultry tone she didn’t know she possessed. “I can give so much more pleasure when I’m happy.”
Hades’ breath hitched. His smile disappeared, replaced by an expression that reflected a growing agitation and reluctant respect. “Can we dispense with the conversation? For now? My whole body is afire.”
Petra bit her lip and let her eyes close briefly, gathering on her well of inner strength. “Gargoyle?”
Octavius blanketed her back. His mouth glided along her shoulder. “When I rise, you must ease around me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m so hot for it now, I wouldn’t mind at all.”
He leaned away, his hands gliding in the sweat gathering on her shoulders and back, sliding down to her buttocks which he massaged, rolling the globes in his palms until she breathed deeply and eased the tension constricting around him.
“That’s it,” he breathed beginning to rock against her, forward and back. He came deeper inside her, filling her.
Petra groaned. She rode two large cocks, was harnessed by two hard muscular bodies.
The tension in her body centered in her belly, curling around her womb. She raised her head and arched, scraping her nipples in the crisp hairs, widening her legs to ease closer and rake her clit against the base of Hades’ cock.
Octavius thrust deeper, his hands clamping hard, holding her still so that she couldn’t move on Hades who grew restless beneath her, bucking, arching, his cock jerking inside her.
A hard grip fastened in her hair, turning her head, and lips bit at the side of her mouth until she turned enough to meet Octavius’s kiss. Then he threw his head back, and powered his hips, gliding his cock into her like a stroking piston, building incredible heat that quickly, finally overwhelmed her.
Her orgasm exploded in waves of convulsions that caressed each man’s cock, milking them with strong, rippling pulses.
Hades shouted and his body shuddered, jerking as he thrust shallowly, lifting her against Octavius who groaned
and melted over her. The two males moved against her, out of synch, powering their cocks into her, stroking her belly, inner thighs and bottom with powerful rocking motions.
When the tremors from all three bodies eased, Petra lay draped over one, blanketed by the other. Never had she felt this boneless, this relaxed.
Octavius eased slowly from her body, pressed a kiss against her shoulder and rolled away to lie beside Petra and Hades on his back.
She was too limp to move. But Hades cursed softly and his cock began to stir, his arousal renewing, filling him again until he ground helplessly beneath her. “This gift of yours would kill a human man.”
Petra shot a glance at Octavius. His expression was carefully neutral.
She pressed her hands against Hades’ chest and leaned away, straddling his hips, then slowly rose on her knees, pulling off him. His cock fell against his belly, and his face tightened.
She kept one hand purposely on his belly, stroking his skin.
Hades’ chest lifted and fell around deep, ragged breaths. “Your face…is very expressive… And I don’t like the cunning in your eyes…” Suspicion carved a deeper note in his tone. “What are you thinking, witch?”
Chapter Seven
Petra cocked her head, fixing her gaze on Hades’ face. “I’m thinking,” she said slowly, “that I have something to bargain with. Something you want.” She held her breath, fearful of his reaction. If it was swiftly furious, she’d have to backtrack. If he was only curious to see where she led, she might stand a chance of surviving his anger.
“Be careful where you take this,” he said softly, dark eyes narrowing to slits. “So far, I’ve been amused by your courage. You forget I can have any woman I want.”
“But can they make you mindless with so little effort? Can they tempt you with acts you’ve never before considered?”
“I assure you there are no ‘acts’ you incite that I haven’t already experienced.”
“And yet, you gritted your teeth when Octavius held you in his hand.”
Hades’ chin lifted. His jaw firmed into a stubborn line. “You go too far.”
“Admit it,” she whispered, leaning over him, hands braced beside his shoulders. “You were tempted. And I don’t think you ever have been before.”
“What makes you think I would allow it?” he said, his tone sullen. “That I would want it?”
“You wouldn’t. Not with anyone else. But that’s what excites you. I can make you forget yourself. Forget what you are, who you are. Even make you forget your deeply ingrained ‘preferences’.”
Hades’ head turned to Octavius, whose own expression showed fierce reproval. “She doesn’t bind you with her magic. Would you still follow her lead to do this?”
Octavius shook his head then drew a deep breath. “I don’t know, milord. It seems I’d dare most anything to please her.”
His expression set, Hades glared. “What do you want, Petra? I have already promised to return you—when we’re done.”
Petra’s heartbeat fluttered she was so close to panic. She’d never wanted anything so much in her whole life. “I’m asking for one more thing—a concession.”
Hades grunted. “You would bargain for my guard?”
“Petra…” Octavius gave another short shake of his head.
“You would be wise to heed his caution, woman.”
Petra blinked at the moisture that suddenly welled in her eyes. “You know that I need him.”
“Why should I care that you will go unprotected into your realm?” Hades bit out. “It might provide me amusement to see how you fare among your own kind.”
Petra suppressed her frustration. She didn’t know exactly how to ask, how to manipulate him to do her will. If she didn’t bargain well, she could wind up in deep trouble. Devil’s bargains always held a hidden cost.
“For six months of each year, you lose your sweet wife,” Petra said slowly, ignoring his darkening expression. “And while she doesn’t seem to mind that you take care of your needs with others, wouldn’t she feel more assured if you played with someone who would never try to claim your heart? Whose heart had already been given to another?”
“Petra, no,” Octavius groaned.
“You would leave your realm to return to me?” Hades murmured.
“Perhaps not for the full six months, but I would come when you call—if I can bring him with me.” She swallowed then leaned closer, touching her lips briefly to his. “Think about it. I will never bore you. Never ask you another favor or want you for what you might give me in return. I wouldn’t play the political games you gods seem to thrive on. It would just be this. Just for your pleasure.”
His gaze fixed on her mouth. “And would you gain pleasure from this bargain too?”
“I won’t lie. Even if it angers him. I find you attractive. But I also find Octavius’s reluctance—”
“His jealousy, you mean—”
“Yes, his jealousy arouses me. Watching the two of you together, sharing the same bed, sharing me—it’s overpowering. Intense.”
“You would risk the dangers of the journey to return here?”
“I would have him to protect me. And I have already made a friend.”
“Charon?”
“He’s no friend,” Octavius growled.
Petra met his gaze. “But he loves a bargain, too.” She kept quiet while the two men exchanged narrowed glances.
Hades’ mouth eased. His gaze glittered speculatively. “The demon, Malvo, still lives inside that house, Octavius. Bacclum isn’t completely free of his spell.” Slowly, he swung his head toward the other man and lifted one dark-winged brow.
Octavius cleared his throat, his face betraying a dawning hope. “So you still have need of someone to make sure that Bacclum doesn’t try to kill him again. But I failed you before.”
Hades snorted. “There were extenuating circumstances. And I would see how the game plays out with the sisters.”
“Are you offering me a second chance?”
“If you agree to bring her back to me. Whenever I wish. I think I would like her to meet my sweet wife.”
Slowly, a grin stretched Octavius’s mouth.
Then both men turned to aim assessing glances at Petra.
She blushed. Fully naked…soaked with their release and her own arousal…her skin still abraded in interesting places by the friction of their coupling…she knew how she must appear.
A frail, well-used human…quivering now that she realized she’d dared bargain with the lord of the Underworld. He could destroy her with ease. How had she dared broach such a bargain?
Octavius seemed relaxed, but his gaze remained alert. Did he still expect retribution?
She smoothed her hand down Hades’ belly and his abdomen rippled like a pond beneath her soft caress.
His cock jumped, lifting off his belly. How could she prove she was worthy of entering a relationship with this being—even if it was only to serve his needs?
She grasped his shaft and rubbed her thumb over the tapered cap. His elliptical pupils widened, the black consuming the irises.
But she wasn’t afraid. She felt him harden within her grasp, rubbed the moisture seeping from the slender eyelet hole. Then because she wanted to please him, and more immediately, wanted to taste him for herself, she ducked down and opened her mouth, swallowing the cap.
Octavius sat up, turning his back to the pair.
She didn’t care how he managed to deal with his jealousy, only that he allow her to ply her wiles and gift to assure they both walked away with an agreement they could live with.
Her palm smoothed up the inside of one thigh and Hades widened both on the mattress, giving her room to explore his balls. She scooped them up, massaging them, letting her hand warm and excite them as only she could do. They drew closer to his groin, hardening like stones, and she began to suction on his cock, wrapping her lips around him and stroking wetly up and down his shaft.
His thighs and bel
ly moved restlessly, rustling on the silk. The chains rattled as his arms trembled. “I want you underneath me,” he groaned.
He wanted to control her, to dominate her. She could risk it only because Octavius remained beside them. He would intervene if she needed him.
So she came off his cock and watched while he twisted the chains above him and turned his body. On his knees, he waited while she slid around him, facing him, then opened her legs wide around his bent knees and lay back.
He came down on his elbows, his hands crossed above her head.
His heavy body pushed her deep into the soft mattress. “Place me inside you,” he whispered harshly.
Petra couldn’t deny the thrill that settled deep inside her belly as she stared up at his deeply bronzed, harshly etched face. Passion and cruelty scraped his features tightly over prominent cheekbones. His lips curled into a fierce snarl.
A tremor of fear widened her eyes and sent a shiver down her body, but she reached between them and grasped his cock, centered it between her folds and then tentatively placed her hands on his shoulders.
His body tensed above hers and he shook his head. “I would savor this.”
“But you can’t control yourself, can you?”
“No,” he ground out. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She didn’t dare hesitate, lifting her thighs and draping them around his hips, forcing his cock a little deeper inside her.
His belly undulated and his cock glided deep. He locked his gaze with hers, fierce, frightening excitement glittering in his eyes, and then he thrust hard, a harsh gasp bursting between his lips. He pounded at her, stroking deep each time, rutting endlessly inside her, his whole body rubbing against her, chest to groin as he pummeled her.
Petra clutched him close, her mouth opening around deep, choked grunts as he stroked, forcing air from her lungs in sharpening gusts.
“Petra?” Octavius said tightly.
She shook her head. “I’m all right. I want this. Close, God, Hades…”
His laughter was strained, brittle—and filled with masculine triumph. And still he kept moving, his movements deepening, causing the wooden bed frame to groan and creak.
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