MY TURN

The silence after Apollo left hung heavy in the air. His tie was still wrapped around my wrists, and my legs were still trembling from my orgasm.

Atlas's finger, still nestled inside me, twisted gently.

He withdrew it slowly before bringing it to his lips. His eyes held mine as he sucked it clean. "Still so sweet," he murmured.

Ares grunted from beside me. His large hand came up to cup my jaw. He turned my face toward him before brushing his thumb over my lower lip.

"Apollo left us with a job," he said, his voice sounding low and gravelly. "We have to keep you warm, Beautiful."

"I'm not cold," I whispered but the protest sounded weak.

"You will be," Atlas promised, his hands moving to the delicate ties of my silk dress.

He untied the knot with a practiced ease before pulling the dress down my legs until I was completely bare. My sensitive nipples hardened under the cool air coming from the AC.

A satisfied smirk settled on Atlas's face as his eyes raked down the length of my body.

They moved at the same time. Ares shifted behind me, his back resting against the headboard.

His hands slid under my arms. He pulled me up until my back was flush against his hard chest. He wrapped one of his arms around my ribs, just below my breasts.

Meanwhile, Atlas moved to the space between my legs. He hooked his hands under my knees. He lifted my legs before draping them over his shoulders.

His seductive eyes met mine. "You gave us a taste, Love," he said. "But we want to feast."

He didn't ask. He waited. His breath fanned over my inner thigh. So close to where I was still throbbing.

My mind screamed out a bunch of objections but my traitorous body clenched with an empty need.

I was exposed in the most vulnerable way, spread open by Atlas and trapped against Ares’s chest.

The choice was mine and they both knew it. But saying no now would mean nothing to me. It would only leave me aching and hungry.

I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth before nodding. "Please make me cum," I shuddered and Atlas’s mouth was on me.

The first touch of his tongue was a lightning strike. He slowly traced a long lick from my entrance all the way to my aching peak.

I cried out, my head falling back against Ares's shoulder. Atlas did it again and again. Broad strokes lapped up my wetness, making my hips jerk uncontrollably.

Just as I started melting into the rhythm, he changed. His tongue became a point, circling my clit with tiny, precise flicks.

He hummed against me, sending a vibration through my nerves. I was panting, small sounds escaped me every time I exhaled.

Above me, Ares played with my nipples. His hand kneaded my breast while his thumb brushed over my nipple, meeting the pace of his brother's tongue on my clit.

He lowered his head, his stubble scraping the side of my neck. He took my tight peak into his mouth.

The dual sensation, the rough suction on my breast and the wet tongue below, drew a moan from my throat.

"That's it," Ares growled against my skin, his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh. He switched to my other breast, giving it the same relentless attention.

Atlas was patiently building me up. He'd bring me to the very edge with a focused pressure, then back off, scattering kisses along my inner thigh, nipping lightly, letting the tension subside. Only to coil it tighter a moment later.

I was shaking. And my bound has clenched into fists above my head. Just as I was about to orgasm, he pulled away completely.

A needy moan escaped my lips at the loss of contact.

Ares's arm tightened around my waist. "My turn."

He shifted me until he was settled between my legs. His hands settled on my hips, holding me steady.

Atlas moved up and claimed my mouth in a rough kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, sweet and musky.

Then Ares lowered me. His mouth was different. While Atlas was all tease, Ares was directly hungry.

He buried his face between my legs with a possessive groan, his tongue spearing inside me, showing no mercy. It was shocking. A claim so deep, it felt like he was touching my soul.

His large hands gripped my ass, holding me open, lifting me to his mouth as he ate me with rough intensity.

Atlas kissed me through it, swallowing my moans. "Feel him," he whispered against my lips. "He's marking you as ours from the inside out.

Ares's tongue found my clit and sucked hard.

The orgasm slammed into me. Violent and unexpected. My scream was muffled by Atlas's mouth. Ares didn't stop his hot suction on my clit, extending the climax until it became an endless unraveling.

My back arched off the bed as I trembled against him.

By the time he lifted his head, I was worn. Atlas held me up before they gently rearranged me again.

Ares settled back against the headboard with me nestled between his legs. My back pressed against his chest. Atlas lay beside us, my legs still draped over his.

Ares's hand came up to my breast again, his thumbs rubbing lazy circles over my oversensitive nipples. The sensation was almost too much but I still arched into his touch.

He gently loosened the tie wrapped around my wrists before tossing it aside.

He bent his head before placing soft kisses on my knuckles. Then each fingertip of my now free hands. The tenderness him was more disorienting than the violence.

Atlas stroked my calf, his touch soothing. The lights coming from outside painted his face in silver.

"You haven't changed, Livia. You're still so stubborn. All pride and fight even when you're outmatched. Even when you're enjoying the hand that feeds you."

His words seeped into me, blurring the lines between him being my captor and us being old friends.

But my fight was gone, drained out of me by the skilled attention of their mouths and hands. Ares's chest was a warm wall behind me.

His heartbeat was a steady drum against my spine. His hands on my breasts were possessive but his kisses on my knuckles were... delicate.

My eyes grew heavy. The last thing I remembered was the low approving hum from Ares's chest.

I didn't have the energy to argue. I didn't have the strength to hate them, or Kian, or myself. I fell into a helpless sleep in the safety of their arms.