And no matter how I want to phrase it, the two men with me are not normal humans. Yes, they look human to the point that they distract me with how sexy they can be in a certain roughing it way . . . but except for the fact that Lance doesn’t seem to grow a beard, at first glance there isn’t anything noticeably paranormal about them.
Not paranormal at all, but both of them are as hot as noon in August. It’s funny, because they’re sexy in totally different ways. Lance’s blond hair, smirk, and that dimple is just boy next door cute, but he’s got a mouth that’s just as filthy, and he can’t hold back either. And yeah, he’s got a good bod, with a lean, wiry physique that belies the grace and endurance that he’s shown me so far.
Then there’s Tym . . . a body sculpted by the gods themselves, with muscles on top of muscles. I’ve rarely seen anyone who is built as thickly as he is, and the few times I’ve caught myself checking out his junk as he idly reaches down to adjust himself after a toilet stop, I’m pretty sure he’s thick there too.
I’m being teased and tempted, I slept like shit, and I’m on a secret mission that I don’t even know much about, heading into a dangerous situation with a pair of paranormals that I’m not sure I can trust yet.
So yeah, I’m on a short fuse.
Lance sets his pack down and pulls out his groundsheet, laying it on the dirt. “You okay?”
“What do you mean?” I ask as I set up my own pack. My long cloak serves as my groundsheet, but I do try to get my pack positioned just right to give me some sort of pillow.
“I mean, you’ve been pretty much a bitch all day,” Lance says, flashing that grin again. Seriously, it’s not fair. How the hell am I supposed to stay mad at someone with a dimple like that?
“Right to the point, aren’t you?” I shoot back, trying to stay pissed but unable to. That dimple, those dreamy eyes . . . wait, do his paranormal powers include seduction? I mean, paranormals with that power do exist.
“I’m just saying,” Lance says, reaching into his pack and retrieving something, “since getting up this morning, you’ve had a stick up your ass, and it’d really do Tym a favor if you could pull it out.”
“Yeah, well, I slept like shit, okay?” I admit, kicking at the sand. “This isn’t exactly a feather mattress out here, you know?”
“Ah . . . so that’s your problem,” Lance says in a way that seems like he wants to say something else. “Well, wanna know what I think?”
“I’m probably going to regret this, but you’re probably not going to stop anyway, so go ahead,” I fume, grabbing sticks to set up the campfire. “What thoughts are running around in that thing on top of your shoulders?”
“Well . . . sounds like what you need more than anything else is a good, deep, totally thorough orgasm . . . or better yet, two or three of them,” he says, grinning when I drop my sticks. “What? Tell me honestly, when was the last time you got deep-dick fucked?”
I gasp, pissed and turned on and amused at the same time. I don’t think I’ve ever heard the term ‘deep-dick fucked’ before . . . but the way Lance says it, it sounds amazing. “My sex life is none of your business.”
“Humph,” Lance jokes, revealing what he took out, a deck of playing cards. “Tell you what, let’s make a game of it. It’ll help clear your head, if anything. This is the first time I’ve seen that gorgeous smile of yours all day.”
“You . . . you really think I’ve got a nice smile?” I ask, flushing as I tuck some hair behind an ear. “You’re just teasing me.”
“Yes and no,” Lance admits. “I spend most of my time looking at your ass, and when I do see those juicy sweet lips of yours, well, smiles aren’t what I imagine them doing. But you do have a pretty smile. So let’s laugh, have a little fun, and make it interesting.”
“I’m not playing strip anything with you,” I say before biting my lip and deciding. “But sure . . . I’ll play with you.”
“Okay, no strip,” Lance agrees easily. “Let’s say . . . poker with a little truth or dare. The winner gets to choose.”
We sit down, each of us with a pile of ten holochips that we use for money in the game. For the first two hands, neither of us gets anywhere, but in the third hand, I feel good. I’ve got two kings, hearts and spades, as my hole cards, and the community is an ace and a ten of spades, with a king of diamonds. “Two chips.”
Lance matches me, and the next card’s a jack of spades. No help, so I hold still. Lance grins and puts in three chips. “Come on, show me those Hunter guts.”
I’ve got a good hand, so I match him, and the next card comes . . . the king of clubs. Holy shit, I’ve been playing poker since I was a kid, and I’ve never had four of a kind before.
I play it cool and push another chip in. “What do you say?”
Lance grins and puts his entire pile on the dust sheet between us. “All in, Huntress. What do you say?”
I can’t lie, my hand shakes a little as I push the rest of my holochips in and turn over my cards. “Four kings.”
Lance grins and turns over his hand . . . a queen of spades . . . and the king of spades? “Wait . . . what the fuck?”
Lance grins and looks back and forth between our hands. “Well now, looks like I’ve got a royal flush of spades.”
“But you’ve got five kings in this deck!” I protest, and Lance shrugs.
“Well, I guess I do. Now, we weren’t playing for money, so here’s your ten chips back,” Lance says, handing me back half the pile, “but now I get my real prize.”
I’m tempted to tell him to fuck off, but the way the firelight dances in his eyes, I figure it can’t hurt. “What do you want, Lance? Told you I’m not fucking you.”
Lance raises an eyebrow and leans toward me. “Kiss me.”
“Are you nuts?” I ask, but before I can do anything else, Lance pulls me toward him and kisses me. I fight him for about . . . oh, a quarter-second, but the touch of his lips on mine is electric, and soon enough, I’m kissing him back, tasting the clean sweat on his body and gasping as he licks and nibbles his way over to my neck and up to tug on my ear.
“Mmm, you’re a good kisser,” he growls teasingly. “Tell me I was right. You need to be held down and fucked, don’t you?”
“It’d be a first,” I moan, letting myself roll to my back as Lance climbs on top of me. He’s not huge, but still, as my hands push his shirt up and off to explore the defined muscles on his back, I can feel something very nicely sized pressing against my thigh, my pussy quickly soaking through as I think of what it can do. “Eager, aren’t you?”
“I’ve watched that ass in front of me for two days,” Lance teases, reaching down and undoing my belt while his tongue traces my throat. “And you taste so good . . . you’re fucking addictive.”
Lance reaches down, flicking the catches on my boots and letting me toe them off while I push my pants and panties down. I’m not exactly spring fresh, but the look in Lance’s eyes says he doesn’t mind as he comes back up, holding himself above me to kiss me teasingly. “Now, my little Huntress—”
Lance’s words are cut off and he yelps in surprise as I use a nifty little roll to switch us up, and I’m suddenly the one pinning him to the ground. “Now I get to Hunt.”
Lance puts up a good struggle, but when I catch his hands above his head, wrapping my belt around them, he stops, worry and arousal flaring in equal measures in his eyes. “Cerena—”
“Don’t worry, I promise I won’t hurt you,” I reply as I shrug off my top and let my skin breathe in the open air. “But you cheated . . . so now I’m going to punish you. And maybe put your mouth to a good use, for once.”
Understanding dawns in Lance’s eyes as I straddle his face, pinning his hands to the ground and dangling my pussy over him. “You said I needed to come two or three times, right? Well, you can get one of them knocked out now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Lance growls eagerly, and I sit down on him, moaning as his tongue eagerly goes to work. I keep him pinned helpless
underneath me as I smother his mouth with my pussy, grinding and moaning as he licks and sucks on my wet lips, his tongue snaking inside.
It’s been so long, even with my own fingers, and Lance is the best I’ve ever had in terms of licking my pussy. His tongue flutters up to my clit, and I cry out, my back arching as I rub against him, my hips rolling and pressing down into his eager mouth.
I feel him start to shake, and I wonder if he’s that aroused, but then I realize I’m so close to coming that I’ve cut off his air, and I pull back a little, laughing quietly. “Sorry, loverboy, but that tongue is demonic.”
“Demigodic,” Lance corrects me, grinning before he wraps his tongue around my clit and somehow buzzes his tongue. It’s like a jolt shoots straight through me, and I cry out, my orgasm sweeping through me in a sonic boom that claps from my stomach to my head and back down, exploding as I flood his mouth with my juices. Lance sucks them all up eagerly, his tongue never stopping until I pull back, the breath catching in my chest I’m so rocked . . . but I want more.
“You said . . . you said you’ve spent two days watching my ass?” I ask as I unwrap his wrists, careful of his left one. “You get to watch it some more. If you behave, you can come too.”
“And what’s ‘behave’?” Lance asks, moaning as I turn around and cup his cock through his pants, my left hand undoing his belt. “Oh, fuck.”
“It means if I feel a thumb or finger anywhere near a hole it’s not supposed to be . . . you’ll be counting to nine for awhile,” I only mock-threaten as I finish undoing his pants and find his cock. He’s not wearing a support wrap underneath, and it emerges long and lovely, slightly curved in a way that tells me it’s going to find all the right places inside me when I ride him. “Fuck . . . anyone ever tell you your cock is cute?”
Lance laughs, and I look back to see him shaking his head. “Not the word I’d use . . . but I don’t mind.”
I slide forward, moaning as he drags himself between my already soaked lips, and hold him at my entrance. This is such a violation of Hunter rules, having sex outside of purebred humans. Even Outsiders are frowned upon. But Lance is right, I haven’t been fucked in a long, long time . . . and besides, what happens on a Hunt stays on a Hunt. That’s one of the unwritten rules, too.
I push back, moaning thickly as Lance’s cock spreads me open. He reaches up, resting his hands on my ass as I pause, tensing as the pleasure starts to border toward pain. “It’s okay, baby,” Lance whispers, his fingers massaging my ass. “Play with your nipples, rub them. Let your body feel good. That’s all you need.”
I nod, sitting up and cupping my tits, rolling my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers just the way I like. Lance is patient, and when my body’s ready, I push back further, feeling him slide deeply inside me. Fuck, he’s longer than Crassus, and he and I haven’t had sex in years.
“So fucking good,” I moan as I start to ride him, lifting my ass and letting it clap down on his hips. I know I’m giving Lance a show as he gasps, lightly spanking my cheeks in time with my bouncing pussy, both of us moaning.
“Best I’ve ever seen,” he growls. “I can see your hungry pussy lips wrapped around my cock, sucking it in deep every time. You like this cock, don’t you?”
“Fuck yeah, I do,” I reply, grinning as I get into the playfulness of it. There’s no depth, nothing intense other than the pleasure rolling through me. The two of us are having fun, releasing tension . . . building a team. “You love this thick ass, don’t you?”
“I’d eat it for breakfast if you’d let me,” Lance says, total playful honesty in his voice. I just bet he would wake me up with his tongue in my asshole, and the idea makes me speed up.
The waves rolling through my body are too much, and I lean forward, my hands grabbing him just above the knees as my breasts swing back and forth. I can hear my ass slapping down on his cock as Lance starts to thrust up inside me, both of us moaning and sweat dripping down my body from everything.
He swells, and I squeeze him, wanting to feel him when he comes. “That’s it, baby . . . come deep inside my thirsty pussy.”
Lance shudders, crying out, and I feel him, deep and hot and triggering me, shattering me in another intense orgasm that has me moaning out his name. Lance holds my waist, impaling himself as he chokes out my name, and we sag to the sand, utterly spent.
In the distance, I can hear crunchy bootsteps approaching, but I know that stride after two days. It’s Tym, and he’s still far enough off, I have a few minutes to get my breath back.
And somehow, Lance was right.
My body feels amazing.
Chapter 9
Tymond
“Is she asleep?” I ask Lance quietly as the fire dims. I add another piece of wood, making sure it’ll say lit throughout the night. Fire is man’s first invention, and over the centuries, he’s tried to make it less important, replacing it with electricity or other types of energy. But out here in the Scorched Earth, it is once again man’s greatest ally, pushing back the night and giving him warmth, comfort, and light against enemies that would gladly rob him of all of that.
Out here, sometimes, fire is life.
“She is. I think she’ll be down all night,” Lance replies, and I can hear it in his voice. Regardless of what he’ll say next, what I spied from the hillock and what I smelled on them when I came back are clear. Lance cares for the Huntress.
He’ll never admit it, of course.
“Then let us speak plainly,” I reply, standing up and walking to the edge of the darkness. While Lance and I can speak softly, I feel like I need the darkness to hide the emotions going through me.
He fucked her.
Not only that . . . she liked it.
I could see it in the way she smiled at him over dinner, or the quiet undercurrent to the conversation. With me, Cerena was more relaxed and certainly nicer than she was all day. She even apologized for her ‘bitchy attitude.’
But with Lance, it was different. It wasn’t romantic, not quite, but she smiled more with him, played with the ends of her hair more when they spoke . . .
And once again, I’m jealous.
This is unacceptable.
“What would you like to talk about?” Lance asks as we sit, both of us with our weapons nearby. The Huntress doesn’t know it, but it is another benefit of her teaming with us. As demigods, Lance and I can go days without sleep, and in fact, the drugging nearly left us fully ‘topped up’ in terms of sleep.
“About the town,” I begin. “I apologized to Cerena but not to you. I am sorry that I went berserk. It nearly got us all injured.”
“Way I see it, big man, your going berserk’s what saved my ass,” Lance retorts. “Remember, I was in fucking dreamland, sipping tequila and dancing with naked women for most of the fight. Still . . . I guess I did save our paycheck, since you were about to turn Cerena into jelly.”
I shiver, wishing I could remember. But when I fall into a berserker rage, my memory disappears, and it doesn’t come back until I’m calm again. “Did I?”
“Had to nail you with three entanglements to put you down, big man,” Lance informs me. “It drained me pretty hard, considering all the other shit going on in my system at the time. It’s all good though. We got out of it safe and more or less intact. You owe me some fresh socks, though. I got bloodstains on my spare set.”
That’s Lance, always with the wisecrack, always with the joke. Sometimes, like now, it helps. “I didn’t think you were worried about clean clothing after this evening.”
“That?” Lance asks, raising an eyebrow. He studies my face for a few moments, shaking his head. “Tym, you and I have worked together before, how many times?”
I growl, trying not to think about it. “Enough times that I bear some scars, Son of Loki. Remember, our grandfathers are not friends.”
“We don’t have to be enemies either,” Lance reassures me. “Tym, you know I didn’t get the chance to spend as much time with my grandfather
as you did with yours. Although that’s not saying much.”
I shake my head, a sad little half-smile on my face. I’ve spent time Tyr in his mortal form a dozen times in my life, or a little less than once every two years. But at least he’s sat me on his knee or walked with me and shown me things and passed along knowledge.
Loki’s been . . . well, rumors are he lives up to his name, a trickster who loves ‘em and leaves ‘em. Tyr’s method of trying to make humanity survive has been to be as involved as he’s allowed to be with his offspring. Loki’s sort of sown his seed to the winds and let them make their own way with only a little bit of guidance.
“Neither of us has had ideal family lives,” I finally reply, “but most people don’t.”
“Nope, not in this world,” Lance says. “Listen, Tym, I can see it in your eyes. You’ve got a pretty big dose of the green-eyed monster going on. But what I did . . . man, it was a sport fuck, and I was clear about that with her. She was being a bitch to us, and it was pissing you off. So I did what I needed to in order to get her to relax.”
I consider his words, and yes, Lance is right. Jealousy isn’t an emotion I’m familiar with, but emotions are not something I’m comfortable with embracing considering their potential consequences. “Perhaps you are correct.”
Lance blinks and grins broadly at my admission. “Now that’s something I never, ever would have expected to hear come out of your mouth, Tymond, grandson of Tyr. Now you just have to realize how much better your life would be if you say it to yourself on a regular basis. Try it with me. Lance is correct. Lance is the man. Lance knows what to do.”
Lance assumes a meditative pose on the sand, his legs crossed and his hands resting on his knees. He continues to repeat his little mantra in a slow, teasing chant until I grin and sit down next to him. Crossing my legs and propping my own wrists on my knees, I slit my eyes and look at him. “Lance is a buffoon . . . Lance is an idiot . . . Lance has a tiny dick.”
“Hey!” he protests, laughing. “That last one’s totally wrong, man. I mean, I’m not the Sausage King of the Scorched Earth, but I can hold my own in a sword fight.”
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