I opened my eyes, ready to kiss Hera back, except that wasn’t who I found.
Instead, it was Knox. He had a hold of my chin and ran his tongue along the seam of my lips. I groaned at the feeling, at the way I opened for him, letting him lick into my mouth.
I brushed my tongue to his, unable to help it, especially as Hera’s arm around me held closer, her nails digging into me. The pain of that along with the way she struggled as she came yet again and the impossibly hot grip of her cunt overwhelmed me.
I’d come plenty of times by my own hand, but those felt like a joke compared to this. The orgasm rushed through me, a tensing in my back, in my thighs, shutting off every thought in my brain other than the places I touched these two people.
I spilled into her, adding my own cum to Knox’s, marking her in a way that felt like a claim I’d needed. I groaned, breaking the pseudo-kiss with Knox to rest my forehead on Hera’s shoulder, giving myself entirely to the feeling.
I’d always assumed I’d die alone in Larkwood, had accepted it as the only future available to me. I didn’t have to like it, but fighting against the inevitable had never seemed worth it. Even helping Hera, even thinking about an escape had been nothing more than a way to pass the time, a way to fill the endless days.
Now, however?
Now I felt like I finally had something that might just be worth hoping for.
Chapter Fifteen
Hera
Seeing the three men in one place made me even more nervous.
Then again, flashes from a few days before, when I’d slept with Knox and Wade, kept playing in my head like a dirty movie I couldn’t find the pause button for.
It had ended too soon, really. After Wade had finished, we’d washed up, the quiet awkward as if no one knew how to break the silence. I’d have happily let them stay, to not let the night end yet, but Knox had pressed a sweet kiss to my forehead and reminded me that he didn’t want me too sore afterward.
Which was probably fair.
It wasn’t like threesomes and marathons were something I was all that used to.
Still, it meant that seeing them both together now, especially with Brax there too, made me uneasy.
Could Brax tell? Or had Knox told him? My cheeks heated as I sat there, on the stools of the kitchen island as if the distance made it easier.
It didn’t.
“Why are you all the way over there?” Brax asked, his usual annoyance in his tone.
At least that never changes.
“I’m just comfortable here.”
“Well, it’s stupid to need to yell. Get over here if we’re going to talk.”
I shifted on the stool, wanting nothing more than to keep that distance. I was easy to read, and I didn’t needanyoneto figure out what swirled in my head.
Knox sighed softly, his gaze at least kind. “Come on, songbird. We don’t bite.”
Bite.How was it that he knew exactly what to say to drive me mad? Was it because he was back to normal after Wade’s trick? Because his incubus liked to toy with me?
Wade said nothing, but a smirk on his lips said he knew why I struggled, and, worse, that it amused him.
Still, I came no closer.
Brax let out the longest sigh ever, as if entirely exasperated by the conversation and my stubbornness. He nailed me with a hard look. “You fucked these two. Is that really any reason to act like we’re all suddenly strangers? For fuck’s sake, Hera, get your ass over here so we can discuss the plan already.”
His words were so blunt that they hit me like a kick to the stomach. At the very least, he shook loose my spiraling thought process. That answered whether or not Brax knew, didn’t it?
Knox reached out and smacked Brax in the back of his head, the action making them look like brothersagain. Despite appearing nearly identical, it was times like this, when they behaved like fighting siblings, that I really saw it. “You are the worst, you know that?”