their bodies together. Aella tossed her head, Pyth’s cock slipping from her mouth. She cried out, overwhelmed by the sensations.
Every nerve in her body was on fire, all centered on the quivering flesh between her legs. Damon stretched her body, straining the walls of her sex. She gasped, unable to move until his pelvis bumped into hers.
Pythias tapped the head of his cock against her lips.
“Please, Princess.”
She opened her lips, licking the drop of fluid that was weeping from his slit. Swallowing, she licked along the head, moving down the shaft.
Damon groaned, tucking his head against the side of her face, drawing deep breaths.
“Gods, you feel good. Tight and wet. I’m not going to last long.”
Smiling to herself, Aella sucked up the skin at the base of Pythias’ shaft, bringing up one hand to cup his sac. Enough talking, boys. Fuck me, now.
Damon snapped his hips, pulling out and driving deep within her. She couldn’t concentrate on what she was trying to do. Gasping for breath, she tossed her head again. Keeping her hand on Pythias, she stroked his shaft, desperate to give him some kind of pleasure. She didn’t want him to be left out. It wouldn’t be long before she lost it entirely and she wanted both men with her when she went. She was close…
Pythias’ hand joined hers, his thumb running over the hole at the tip of his cock, gathering moisture and slicking it back over his shaft. She gasped, her eyes drawn to the sight.
Damon surged into her again, crying out. Oh, gods, soon.
Aella tensed, deep contractions starting in her belly. Her pussy clamped down hard on Damon, hampering his powerful strokes. She screamed out her pleasure, tightening her grip on Pythias. He groaned, bending forward, swallowing her cries with his mouth on hers.
She felt the splash of heat on her hand a second before Damon tensed, jerking once more, releasing his seed within her.
Aella let her head drop to the pillow beneath her, sucking weakly at Pyth’s tongue. He released her mouth, sitting up. The sounds of hard panting echoed around the room. Damon pulled out, sliding up to lay on his back to her right. Pythias maneuvered her until she was draped across Damon’s chest. He followed her down, curling his arms around her and resting his face against her shoulder.
Her brain was muddled, clouded with passion. What had just happened? She hadn’t been expecting that level of intensity.
Sighing, Aella burrowed deeper into Damon. Her throat closed up and her eyes watered. She was suddenly afraid that she couldn’t give up these men. They’d touched her deeply. But they worked for her father. They were so much older than her, what would they want with someone who was practically a babe compared to them? She had no experience, hadn’t lived the adventures they must have. There was no hope of a future with them. Their duty wasn’t to her, and she wouldn’t -- couldn’t -- come between them and one of the most powerful gods in the world.
What was she going to do?
Chapter Four
“I don’t like this at all.” Pythias scowled at her, his arms crossed over his burly chest.
“I don’t see that we have much of a choice. Do you really want to wait around until Linos decides to move against you? If we strike first, and set him up in a place where we have control, the two of you can defeat him. I know you can.”
They were sitting in her dining room, dishes scattered around them from breakfast. The sun shone in brightly, lighting the room until it seemed like they were outside.
She’d woken early, with the sudden knowledge that she couldn’t afford to wait around growing more and more attached to these two men. The more time she spent with them, the more she fell in love with them, and if that wasn’t crazy enough, she didn’t know what to do about it.
They would leave her when this was all over. They were promised to Poseidon, and he wasn’t likely to give them up so they could spend time with