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“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Good. I love the man,” he said. “It pleases me to please him. And you’re doing a very good job pleasing him. But I think we could do better.”
“A worthy goal.” Patroclus kissed her shoulder and caressed it. Lia shivered. God, it was exactly like her fantasies. Exactly like them—down to every single touch, every word they said.
Achilles pushed her gently onto her back and took her nipple into his mouth. Patroclus needed no urging to take her other nipple into his. She lay beneath them as they suckled her tender breasts, overwhelmed by their male hunger. It seemed they’d devour her if they could.
“Patroclus, lie on your back,” Achilles said.
“Do I have to? I’m enjoying this.” He said that as he stroked her wet folds and slipped two, three, four fingers inside her...
“You’ll like this more,” Achilles assured. “On your back.”
With a much put-upon sigh, Patroclus rolled onto his back. He picked up a dainty blue pillow and propped it under his head.
“On top of him,” Achilles ordered Lia.
She turned and straddled Patroclus. He pulled her to him and kissed her roughly as he gripped her by the hips and settled her onto his cock. She sank down onto it, taking every inch. With his strong hands on her narrow waist, he made her ride him. He lifted her and brought her down on his cock, lifted her and brought her down again. Achilles watched at first, but he wasn’t content to merely watch for long.
He touched Lia where Patroclus entered her, touched her tender, spread-wide labia, touched her throbbing knot.
But Achilles wasn’t content to simply touch. He lowered his head and licked her clitoris. She gasped at the shock of pleasure as he brought his mouth down onto her.
And Achilles wasn’t content to simply lick her. He lowered his head farther and licked Patroclus, as well.
“Gods,” Patroclus said. His hands gripped her breasts so hard she knew she’d have bruises on them. Achilles licked them both as they coupled, licked the cock that slid in and out of her body, licked her open flesh. She writhed in pleasure and Patroclus took her by the waist once more, to hold her still as he fucked her. Meanwhile, Achilles lapped at her, at both of them. Patroclus panted underneath her, his chest rising and falling fast as Achilles rubbed them both with lips and tongue. Lia’s inner muscles twisted up into knots and tightened around the shaft inside her. Patroclus pumped into her and Achilles worked her clitoris with his tongue. For the span of a stroke of lightning she met the dark eyes of Achilles...and they weren’t dark anymore, but the wild gray of storm clouds. Patroclus grunted as his hips came off the floor and he filled her and filled her with his semen.
Achilles lifted her off Patroclus and pushed her onto her back again. He mounted her, entered her and pounded her into oblivion. She was too spent to even move. She lay limp as a rag doll under him as he used her for his own pleasure. She felt nothing except Patroclus stroking her thigh one more time before he rose, dressed and left her alone with Achilles again. Achilles spent himself inside her with a low cry that branded her memory. After, he remained on top of her—his cock still inside her, this a temporary respite before he would use her again.
And again.
And again.
Ah, love truly was a far better game than war.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Lia came to with a gasp, as if she’d been submerged in water and had finally broken the surface.
She looked over and found August next to her, eyes closed.
She called his name and received no answer.
He was sound asleep.
“Typical,” she said, shaking her head.
She hoped he’d stay asleep for a good long while. She had no desire to face him quite yet. As soon as he woke up he’d want to have sex with her, or worse, talk. The need to get out and get home was overwhelming. Lia dressed quickly in the dark and fled his house.
Once in her car she checked her phone. Half-ten. She’d been with August an hour and a half, though in her mind it felt like she’d spent half the night with him. How bizarre...
When she checked her rearview mirror before starting out into the street, she saw a mark on her neck. She rose up and touched the mark. It was red and tender, like a bite mark. A love bite. At the sight of it, memories flooded her mind...memories of kneeling in front of Achilles, his cock in her mouth as Patroclus knelt behind her, his hands holding her breasts and his mouth on her neck—kissing and suckling the very spot where she now wore an inch-wide red bite mark.
“Patroclus...” she breathed. She could still feel him inside her. She could still taste Achilles in her mouth.
Lia shivered as a fresh wave of desire washed over her. She had to distract herself. She put the car into Drive and cracked the window to let in the cool air. It soothed her burning flesh. A light rain started to fall, a gentle late-spring drizzle that set the sidewalks to shimmering in the hazy lamplight.
At a stoplight, she giggled.
