“Unlike you,brother, I have self control,” he says between grunts of pleasure, shoving his cock down my throat until my eyes water.
Apollo comes, and when he does, his entire body trembles, shaking through me. His warmth fills me and drips onto the bed when he pulls back and slaps my ass. “Don’t make my brothers wait, Mistress.”
He slides off the bed and sits in an armchair with the perfect view while Ares pulls me on top of him, and Atlas gets behind me. It takes me a second to adapt to the sheer size of Ares and breathe through my nose.
He pushes up into me and bites his lip. “My pussy,” he says with a slick grin.
“Yours,” I whisper.
“Relax, goddess.” Atlas runs a hand over my ass. “I’ll make you feel good.”
He always does.
Apollo tosses a bottle of lube onto the mattress. I can hear him stroking his cock behind me, already hard and ready for more. “Fuck our girl,” he tells Atlas. “She’s begging for your cocks.”
Atlas lubricates his finger and inches into me. At first, it burns, and my eyes slam shut. But once Ares starts moving in unison with him, my body relaxes, and it feels incredible.
Pressing my palms to Ares’s chest, I brace myself as Atlas replaces his finger with his cock. “Oh god,” I whisper.
“Look at me, little dragon.” Ares slides his hand beneath my chin. “Focus on me, okay?”
I nod, releasing a deep breath through my nose. With both of them inside me, I close my eyes and focus on the feeling. They stretch me out, and I lose myself in the moment, forgetting about the pain that eventually turns to pleasure. Ares sinks his fingers into my hips, fucking me like he wants to mold his dick into my pussy.
He never treats me like I’m delicate. Neither does Atlas, who picks up his pace, gripping my shoulder as he grunts in my ear. Ares comes first, filling me up seconds before Atlas pulls out and shoots a warm stream of cum on my ass.
After the three of us come down from this intoxicating high, Ares curls his arm around me and pulls me onto the mattress beside him. Our sweaty bodies rub against each other. I can hardly catch my breath and rest my head on his chest.
He kisses my forehead. “I love you, little dragon.”
I smile at the words I never get sick of hearing. “Love you, too, Greek god.”
Atlas steals me out of his arms and plants a kiss on my lips. “I love you more, goddess.” He laughs against my lips, knowing his comment will piss off Ares, and it does.
“Dream on, lover boy,” Ares snaps, yanking me away from his brother. “She was mine first.”
“Both of you shut up,” Apollo interjects, lifting me off the mattress so I’m sitting in his lap. “You’re mine, Mistress.” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and tugs on my flesh. “Ares may have claimed you first, but I loved you first.” His nose burrows into my cheek, and he breathes in my scent. “You made me whole again, Ophelia. You fixed all of us. And we’re never letting you go.”
