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Achilles leans forward and captures my mouth. He kisses me like he owns me, like he owns this. I’m not sure he’s wrong. Even when he was sitting on the chair watching us, his presence consumed the space. Neither of us could escape it. I don’t think either of us wanted to. I sure as fuck don’t want to now. I come with the mingled taste of him and Helen on my tongue.
He barely lets me finish before he’s pushing us back. Rough. Achilles is too damn rough. But then, he knows I’m there to break Helen’s fall. She lands on my chest, and it’s the most natural thing in the world to wrap my arms around her. I hold her steady as he pulls out of her mouth and strokes his cock once, twice, a third time. Achilles curses as he comes across Helen’s breasts in jerking spurts. She moans and arches her back as if she enjoys the sight.
Achilles braces one hand on the mattress behind us and drags a single finger through the mess on her chest, idly circling one nipple. “Next time…” He drags in a rough breath. “Next time, I want Patroclus to come all over your pussy and thighs, and then I’m going to fuck his come into you.”
Helen makes that sexy little whimpering sound. “Making a lot of assumptions,” she finally manages.
“Nah. I know what I want. And I know what Patroclus wants, even if he won’t admit it.” Achilles slumps down next to us, his ragged breathing joining ours. “I’m starting to know what you want, too.”
A shudder of near fear goes through me. Achilles has that look on his face, the one like a hound that’s caught a scent. I can count on one hand how many times I’ve seen him look like this in the twelve years I’ve known him. One, when we went through boot camp to become Ares’s security forces. They tried to wash us out, didn’t want an arrogant orphan and a nerd who’d rather have his head in a book. Achilles had already decided he’d get through whatever they threw at him, and he did, dragging me along with him.
The second time, when Athena poached him, and me with him. Within the first week training under her command, he dropped onto my bed one night and grinned. I’m going to be her second-in-command within ten years. It only took him six.
The third time, the final time, was when he decided becoming Ares was what he wanted.
Now, he’s looking at her, at us, in the same way, and there’s not enough air in the room. Helen doesn’t know him well enough to understand what danger we’re in, but she tenses up all the same. I let her push my arms away from her and sit up. “Well, that was fun—” She shoots to her feet.
Or she tries.
Achilles moves before I even realize her intent, putting an arm out in front of her. Helen bounces off it and lands back against my chest. “What the fuck?”
“Yeah, no, you’re not doing that cut-and-run bullshit again, so sit there, let Patroclus cuddle you, and enjoy the afterglow.”
As much as I like the weight of her on my lap, as much as I do want to put my arms around her and cuddle her close, he just crossed half a dozen lines. I take a deep breath, trying not to react to the scent of Helen and Achilles and sex in the air, and strive to be calm and reasonable. “Achilles, let her go. You can’t just keep people where they don’t want to be.”
“Except I’m bigger than her, so that’s exactly what I can do.” He leans back and closes his eyes, but his apparent relaxation is a lie. I used to fall for it when we were teenagers, and as adults, I’ve played this game with him more times than I can count with pleasurable end results.
Helen didn’t sign up for that sort of game, though. “Achilles.”
He opens his eyes, and for the first time since he walked into the room and caught my tongue in her pussy, he looks absolutely furious. “No, you will not be talking to me like I’m being a dick. I often am, but not this time.”
“I beg to differ,” Helen snarls.
“Beg all you want. First time for everything. Who knows, you might even like it.”
Even though I don’t want to, I carefully set Helen down between us. The alternative is her vibrating with rage in my lap, and I’m only human. I won’t be able to stop my body from reacting, just having orgasmed or not. Without her delicious weight against me, I can finally think a little clearly. “Achilles.”
“Don’t say my name like that, Patroclus. She doesn’t get to fuck us and take off without another word. She’s not running away until we talk. Not this time.”
