by Lila Jean
As Anthony poured the champagne, Killian tugged off the last of his clothes, revealing his stunningly muscled frame and the fighter’s build that had won her righteous white knight so many battles already in his young life. He smiled warmly, all nobility and charm, and tenderly sat beside her, gliding the back of his fingers tenderly along her cheek as he simply watched her, as though he were drinking her in and enjoying every second of her presence. She smiled and kissed his hand as it passed, his touch sending soothing ripples of delight through her.
Killian, her white knight, and Anthony, her possessive protector, sat on either side of her, sandwiching her with their toned and delightfully naked bodies as her wolf shifter handed her a glass of champagne. She took it and sipped, savoring the sweet tang of the bubbly as it passed her lips. “What about the people who live here?” She gestured to the massive mansion above them. “Did you guys just steal their food and what I can only assume is wildly expensive champagne?”
“Don’t worry,” Killian said with a reassuring smile. “Zane’s going to replace everything.” The eagle shifter set his arm around her, leaning his powerful frame against her side. “When they come home from their vacation, they won’t even know we were here.”
“Good.” Tina sipped her bubbly again, grateful they weren’t taking advantage of anyone. They were on the run, sure, but it didn’t mean they should be rude to their unwitting hosts. “So, gentlemen, how do you plan on distracting me?”
Killian did a spit take, launching his mouthful of champagne off the side of the hot tub, while Anthony just laughed. “We can’t sneak anything by you, can we?” Her wolf shifter chuckled, draining the rest of his champagne in a single swig. “You’re always a step ahead of us.”
“Guilty.” She shrugged and bit into a strawberry. “So, what are the other three up to that I’m not supposed to know about?”
“She sure is asking a lot of questions.” Anthony ran his hand along her jaw, following the curve of her neck, sparking flickers of desire and need as he traced her collarbone, exploring her skin and migrated south to the space between her thighs. “I suppose we need to do a better job of distracting her, Killian.”
“Anthony,” she chided, though she gasped quietly as his fingers found her sensitive folds. “What … what are you …?” Her eyes fluttered closed, her body’s impulsive moans betraying her as he slid two fingers inside of her, his thumb rubbing her clit as he massaged her entrance.
“Let’s see …” Killian ran his fingers through her hair, playing with the ends and sending shivers of pleasure along her scalp as he toyed with her. “How could we possibly distract her?” The eagle shifter nibbled her earlobe, and pleasure splintered through her head, down her neck, rooting her in place as her men had their way with her.
“This is … it’s … I’m serious …” Tina could barely form words, ecstasy flooding through her body, wave after wave of delight as Anthony and Killian explored the most sensitive parts of her body, pushing her to the brim even without entering her at all.
“I’ll take over, Killian.” Anthony chuckled darkly, his free hand possessively grabbing the back of Tina’s neck as he controlled her body, pulling her on top of him until she straddled him, his hard cock pressing against her thighs beneath the water. She laughed, though it turned into an airy moan as his tip teased her folds, tempting her with what was to come.
“Nonsense.” Killian knelt in the hot tub, his strong hands around Tina’s waist, puling gently, just strong enough to control her hips entirely, pressing her ass against his hips as his rock-hard dick slipped into the smooth line of her ass. He grabbed the cheeks, squeezing gently, pushing all the right buttons, making her eyes flutter back in her head as her affection for these two devious men reached a boiling point. Anthony made her feel so safe, so secure, so protected despite everyone who was after her, and Killian made her feel soothed and calm. The perfect remedy to the tumultuous political landscape beyond the safehouse, and she had both of them at once.
“Share,” she ordered, breathless and moaning. “Don’t be greedy, boys.”
“As you command, my darling.” Killian chuckled and pressed his cock against her ass, the tip slick with the water from the hot tub, and her body tingled with need and anticipation as he hovered at the tight hole. “Just relax,” he said softly. “Take deep breaths.” He tenderly stroked her back, his fingers dancing circles on her spine, shooting tendrils of excitement straight to her core as she anxiously awaited him. “I promise not to hurt you.”
“I trust you.” She smiled and leaned her head against Anthony’s chest, the warm water sloshing against her neck as her eyes fluttered closed. Anthony kissed her deeply, weaving his hands into her hair as Killian held her hips in place, and she grinned with joy as the two gorgeous men sandwiched her in the hot tub.
“Make sure you relax,” Killian repeated, a little concerned, as he slid himself into her ass, his thick cock filling her to the brim. She moaned, gasping with pleasure as he gently pushed his way into her inch by inch, pulling out slowly moments before he drove just a little bit further into her. Bit by bit, he worked his magic, and she surrendered herself entirely to him, letting him do whatever he wanted, pushing against his cock as he drove it deeper and deeper into her, pushing her to her limits.
As her heart warmed with love and lust, knowing she was safer in their arms than anywhere on Earth, Tina gave herself freely to them. Anthony’s mouth pressed against hers, his tongue exploring her, driving her wild with need for him.
Once Killian finally pressed his hips against her ass, moaning as he plunged his full length inside of her, Anthony set the tip of his cock against her sensitive folds, ready to fill her to the brim.
“Ready?” he asked between kisses, his hands still exploring her hair, tugging gently on the roots as he held her head in place.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Good god, do it, please.” Tina pressed herself against him, pinned between her wolf and her eagle, her breasts soft against his hard chest.
Anthony shoved himself inside of her in one quick thrust, pressing his hips against hers in an effortless motion as he dominated her completely. She moaned, loud and long, the sensation of having two powerful shifters inside of her at once setting off every pleasure sensor in her body, pushing her into overload. Anthony’s thick cock stretched her, shooting ripples of longing and delight down her thighs and into her navel as he paused, suspended, seeming to savor his bare cock inside her as much as she did.
Slowly, he pulled out of her, his thumb brushing her sensitive nub as he pushed her closer to her climax already. Killian followed suit, apparently matching Anthony’s speed, and the two began to buck into her with feral abandon. The sensation drove her wild, the blistering warmth of their cocks inside of her meshing with the soft current of the hot tub jets as the water rushed over her, soaking her hair, getting into her mouth as she moaned with ecstasy.
She lost track of how long her doting men ravaged her, riding her, each nipping her shoulder or back as they pushed her closer and closer to the brink. Finally, when she couldn’t take the sheer bliss anymore, she moaned as loudly as she could, her climax building, love and joy radiating throughout her soul as her orgasm rippled through her body. It seemed to last forever, each new pulse of ecstasy better than the last, and when she finally collapsed onto Anthony, chest heaving, she could barely open her eyes. She laughed, happy beyond belief, her cheek pressed against the wolf shifter’s bare chest.
Killian moaned and released himself inside of her seconds before Anthony did the same, and the hot rush of their cum inside of her nearly pushed her into a second orgasm of her own. She moaned with delight and sprinkled kisses down Anthony’s shoulder as he held her tight, arms wrapped around her shoulders while Killian peppered kisses down her spine.
Whatever happened in the days to come, Tina was grateful for the princes who had stolen her heart. They made her feel safe and wanted, protected and loved, and she would do everything in her powe
r to do the same for them.
32
Tina
After a good night’s sleep and another round with Killian and Anthony, Tina stretched, happy and relaxed as she sat at the ornate dining room table in their temporary safehouse. Rays of sunshine broke through the wall of windows behind her, showing off the impressive view of the beautiful pool and the glittering ocean beyond.
While she occupied the seat at the head of the table, her men sat in the chairs around her, Draven at the far end, watching her with a deadly serious expression, one she had come to learn meant he was plotting something she wouldn’t entirely like, but she was too satisfied and happy in that moment to care. Whatever his plans were, she would nip them in the bud later.
“Let’s get down to business,” she said, stretching out her arms, one of Anthony’s button-down shirts around her shoulders with the top few buttons undone for comfort, and the exposed line of her cleavage seemed to draw Draven’s eye. She smirked. “We need to discuss strategy for my fight against Venus or Ares.”
Draven tensed once more, and Flynn got deadly quiet. Both men looked fleetingly at each other, and Tina wondered what they were up to.
Before she could ask, however, Zane pulled out his phone and ran his thumb along the screen, reading something she couldn’t see. “I compiled a list of their known abilities,” the tiger shifter said, running a hand through his wild hair. “Of them, Ares is by and large the better fighter.”
“What are Venus’ powers?” Killian leaned his elbows on the table, his posture refreshed and relaxed after all the time he had spent between the sheets with her, and Tina smiled, happy that she could make her princes feel as relaxed and laid back as they did her. Her eyes drifted to Zane, who looked exhausted and run down, and she realized how much he must have been stressing over everything, especially with how fast his brain moved. She would need to give him special attention, taking care to help him unplug and unwind before the showdown with whoever Odin’s champion ended up being.
“Venus is supposed to be a fairly passive goddess, focused on love and beauty.” Zane’s eyes skimmed his phone, nodding to himself as he rubbed the stubble along his jaw. “But it seems she has one fatal flaw. She’s dangerously competitive.”
“No kidding.” Tina frowned. “She’s jealous, pure and simple. Back at her temple, she said she was sick of living in Damara’s shadow. She’s out for blood, both mine and Damara’s.”
“Exactly.” Zane sighed deeply. “I found out that, in the past, people have often mistaken her for Damara, rather than a goddess of her own. Venus just wants to do away with the competition.”
“Come on, she’s the fairy.” Draven rolled his eyes. “I vote you fight her, Tina.” The dragon shifter chuckled. “What’s she going to do, hug you to death?”
“Her powers are deceptively strong.” Zane frowned, his gaze shifting to Tina in warning. “She can make two people fall in love and change what someone is feeling, all with a touch.” The tiger leaned back in his chair, adjusting to get more comfortable. “Which doesn’t sound very powerful until you think it through. With a single touch, she can control how you feel. She can make you deathly afraid of nothing in particular, sending your anxiety into a spiral until you either lose your focus or collapse from overwhelming fear. Either way, it makes you an easy target and lets her go for the final blow almost effortlessly.”
“Don’t let her touch me.” Tina nodded. “Got it.” For a moment, Tina’s mind wandered back to Venus’ temple and their brief confrontation. “Back when she attacked us, Venus grabbed my throat. I wonder why she didn’t do anything to me then?”
“She probably didn’t think she had to,” Anthony said, breaking his silence. “She must have thought she had you at her mercy.” He gritted his teeth, clearly angry at the thought.
“There’s more.” Zane set the phone down and rubbed his face. “Venus has an intimate relationship with the Earth and, over the centuries, has figured out how to control its energy and the inherent magic of the planet itself.” Zane sighed. “Venus can control vines, plants, trees, flowers, you name it. If it’s a plant, she can make it move, bind you, stab you, kill you.” The tiger shifter set his glasses on the table and rubbed his eyes. “She may be a fairy, Draven, but she’s a damn good one.”
“Shit.” Draven crossed his arms and sank into his seat, frustrated and angry, glaring off out the window as he stewed on Zane’s words. “Focus on strategy then.” The dragon shifter’s gaze shifted to Tina. “How can she win against Venus?”
“Avoidance, mainly.” Killian interjected, fingers interwoven as he rested his elbows on the table. “With both gods, it will be imperative that your every blow be for the kill, Tina.” The eagle shifter met her gaze, serious and intense, apparently trying to impart the gravity of this battle upon her as if she hadn’t realized it for herself.
“I understand what I have to do, Killian,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “It’s them or me, and I have to go for the kill.” Slouching in the chair, Tina tapped her fingers on the mahogany table. “I don’t like hurting anyone, but I’m not about to give up on myself, Damara, or on all of you.” She smiled, a little weary but determined to show them her strength, since each of them seemed precariously close to doing something stupid in an effort to save her from the gods only she could face.
Her men wanted her safe. They protected her, now and always, and it must have driven them mad to think she was the only one who would be able to fight in the battle against the gods.
“Have you managed to summon magic into your blade again, Tina?” Flynn asked, voice low and a bit gruff as he rubbed his beard thoughtfully.
“Magic blade?” Anthony lifted one curious eyebrow, breaking his brooding silence once more with a confused glance across the faces at the table.
“Tina managed to make her dagger glow in training.” Draven nodded, a proud little smirk on his face as he stared at her. “We don’t know the full ramifications of it yet, but it was pretty damn cool.”
“Thanks.” Tina blushed a bit at the flattery. “I’m not sure how I did it, but I’ll practice nonstop until I figure it out.” Her smile fell, and a flicker of hope burned in her chest. “Maybe it can even help me win. Zane, have you ever heard of this sort of thing?”
“Afraid not,” he said with a frown. “But I’ll see if I can find any information on it.”
“Good.” Flynn nodded, somber and serious. “We should train more today, focusing on that and discussing battle strategy.” Flynn crossed his arms, the thick muscles in his pecs and biceps pressing against his shirt, sending shivers of delight through Tina’s body as she imagined the way his powerful arms could pin her down and as he drove her wild with his cock so many times before. “To kill a god, you only have a few options,” Flynn continued. “Decapitate him or pierce his heart.” Her demigod tapped on his chest to demonstrate the position, but Tina already knew its location perfectly well, since her powers had given control over it so many times before.
“Don’t let the fairy touch you,” Draven recapped, chuckling. “And stab her with your glowing stick as quickly as possible.”
“Thanks,” Tina said dryly. “Good summary of the highly advanced god magic flowing through my veins.”
Draven winked.
“What about Ares?” Killian tapped his finger on the table to get everyone’s attention. “He’s the bigger threat. Zane said so himself.”
“Right, Ares is the better fighter.” Tina bit her lip, lost in thought. “I have to admit, that worries me a little, since Venus was hard enough for us to take on all at once when we scouted her temple.”
“But you’re stronger now, Tina.” Anthony tapped his finger on the mahogany table for emphasis, breaking his silence. “You’re more connected to Damara than ever before.” Her wolf shifter smiled reassuringly, looking as calm and refreshed as Killian after their night of lovemaking.
“You’re right.” She smiled back, more confident than ever in her goddess. �
�It’s still a tall order, though.” Her smile wavered as she recalled the gods in Odin’s temple, remembered the way each had radiated power. “Zane, tell me about Ares. What can he do?”
“It’s not good,” the tiger prince confessed. “He’s incredibly strong, has an unbelievably high pain tolerance, heals quickly, and has a knack for battle strategy unlike any human general.” Zane leaned his cheek on one fist, eyeing Flynn as he spoke. “There’s also the matter of the fire whips.”
“What—there are fire whips?” In her surprise, Tina’s eyebrows shot clear into her hairline. “What the hell are those?” She tensed, not altogether sure she wanted the answer.
“He has only two magical weapons, but they’re powerful,” Flynn said with a sigh. “They’re apparently so magnificent that his enemies would gape in awe as he killed scores of them.” The demigod reclined in his chair, slouching a bit as he spoke. “This weapon has been protected and passed on from host to host, and apparently only Ares himself knows how to wield it.” Flynn crossed his arms, staring at Tina with an intense expression. “This fire can easily burn through flesh and is said to be hotter than anything known to mankind.”
“Except me, of course.” Draven smirked.
“Draven, come on.” Despite the gravity of the conversation, Tina laughed and shook her head. “Focus, baby.”
He grinned, lounging in his chair, and shook his gorgeous head in defiance.
“Let’s talk Ares battle strategy, then,” Zane said absently, as if he hadn’t heard the exchange and was still deep in thought. He tapped a finger on his cheek as his eyes glossed over, no doubt as he mentally raced through their options.
“Conserve energy,” Anthony said with a confident nod. “Someone like that is going to attack from every angle, set traps, and try to tease you into attacking in a manner you can’t sustain.” Her wolf shifter crossed his arms, eyes flitting briefly to hers. “Most of your moves should be to avoid a blow from him, and everything you do should be concentrated and focused on either dodging an attack or delivering a fatal blow. There’s no in between, not with a warrior like Ares.”