Page 90 of Between Two Kings

Caspen’s fingers moved on their own now, returning to her center with such force she could barely breathe. He was still turned away, still facing the opposite direction. But there was no doubt he was participating in this—no doubt he was turned on.

Apollo watched it all. Occasionally his gaze drifted to his brother, but only in an unhurried, lazy way, as if simply checking to make sure he was still there. Tem got the sense that he hoped he was. Nothing would surprise her at this point.

It was a curious thing to be caught between brothers. They were so similar yet also so different. Tem was their commonality: the thing that brought them together. They had done this before, and now they were doing it again with Tem. This was a habit for them—an obsession and a cycle they couldn’t seem to break. They worshipped her the way she wished to be worshipped, placing her on a pedestal she may or may not have earned. Tem had no idea whether she was worthy of their devotion. But the fact remained: she had it.

Apollo had followed every order she’d given him. He deserved his reward. But that reward belonged to Caspen. Tem trailed her fingers down Caspen’s chest before grasping his cock with her hand and giving it a firm squeeze.

Finally, he turned to her. His eyes were completely black.

If my attention is what you seek, you have it, Tem.

She pulled his length toward her. Fuck me, Caspen.

As you wish.

There was no delay. Caspen pulled her onto his lap, slid his cock inside her, and began to thrust. Tem stared over his shoulder at Apollo, who was watching their every move.

She would never get used to this. It was a thrill beyond description—it made her feel like she was breaking the rules, even though the rules explicitly stated that this was allowed. She wanted to feel like this all the time, like she was living on the edge of danger—like she was walking the line between what was right and what was wrong. It made her feel alive, and nothing could possibly feel better. Caspen’s cock was deep inside her. His head dropped to her chest, his lips brushing over her breasts.

You kill me, Tem.

It was the last thing she wanted to do.

Without warning, Caspen grabbed her waist, spun her around, and turned them both on the bench so that she was once more facing Apollo—staring straight across the aisle at him as his brother thrust into her from behind. Caspen’s hands found her breasts, squeezing them. Tem yelped as he bit her earlobe. Apollo’s jealousy burned in the back of her brain like a white-hot brand, forcing her to feel his presence.

Your brother is watching us.

Caspen didn’t even pause for a moment—there was no change in his cadence as he replied, Let him.

Don’t you care?

He is none of my concern.

Tem almost laughed. It should be his only concern. But she was done trying to understand the traditions of the basilisks—done fighting against something she’d only ever wanted to be a part of in the first place.

Caspen drove his cock even deeper. Tem let out a moan, surrendering to his pace, angling her hips so he had full access to her. She leaned forward, her body on full display for Apollo, her breasts pushed together just for him. His cock was rigid in his hand, and Tem knew he was close. So was she. Eventually, she couldn’t hold back any longer. It was too much, and Tem was done resisting. She cried out as she came, throwing her head back in triumph, allowing herself to experience it fully. The moment she finished, Apollo finished too. Tem watched as he palmed his cum, his skin already so wet with sweat that the glittering handful blended seamlessly into his hand. Caspen was the last to finish. He held out, thrusting relentlessly, holding Tem at just the right angle so that his cock hit the very deepest part of her. Finally, he came too.

In the aftermath, brother stared at brother.

They were both in her mind; she felt them in equal measure.

Apollo was the first to speak: It is rude to interrupt, Brother. Next time leave her to me.

Caspen let out a humorless laugh. You could not handle her.

And you can?

I just did.

Barely.

Another laugh. Caspen’s grip tightened. She does not want to fuck you. Surely, she has told you that.

She has. But who knows? She may have a change of heart.

She cannot be coerced.

Apollo leaned forward, and Tem flushed. I do not need to coerce her to fuck me. She will come to me, on her knees, begging for it.