Page 39 of Scion of Chaos

I let out a throaty chuckle. “I thought you didn’t want me tearing down your walls.”

“I can survive one or two for you.”

Pan pulls me down, and I close my eyes when he kisses me, his cock sliding out. Then both their thick tips are pressed together, nudging at my opening again. The best part is that I remember how good it felt the first time, and how right. Objectively I should be surprised that they even fit, but somehow wanting it makes it work.

I cling to Pan, and he holds me tight as they push inside me in tandem, the stretch mind-blowingly delicious. I surrender then, mentally proclaiming,“I am yours. Do whatever you wish to me.”Impulsively I reach for Erebus with my thoughts too. He doesn’t appear in solid form, but I feel him nonetheless, as darkness descends over the three of us, caressing every inch of my body. Sometimes his sharp nails bite into my skin; sometimes a warm, velvety tongue glides over a sensitive part of me. He grows more solid in front of me, a darker shape on his knees above Pan’s head. He gently wraps taloned fingertips around the back of my head, holding me level with his groin, and his frighteningly large and spiny cock stands erect right before my eyes.

“Take me into your mouth, Nemea. I want you to taste my essence.”

I open willingly, more curious than frightened of the barbs protruding from the column of his shaft on four sides. When he pushes in, the nubs turn out to be firm, but flexible, tickling my tongue and the sides and roof of my mouth. I suck gingerly, moaning when he skates his sharp fingertips through my hair, tickling along my scalp, then tightening his hold on my roots and guiding my head as I bob up and down. The barbs bump past my teeth without catching, and each time they do, he lets out a rough groan. So I find the line of protrusions along the bottom of his cock and focus on it with my tongue, making sure to apply pressure every time he moves. He grips my head tighter.

“This only makes me want you more, Nemea. I will have you to myself just once. Vesh and Pan can’t watch you constantly.”

I keep one hand braced on Pan’s chest and hold onto Erebus’ hip with the other. Dark, shadowy tentacles flow out of Erebus and tease over my body, tickling every sensitive spot that isn’t already filled or being touched by the others. The sense of being bound up in pleasure pushes me closer and closer to the edge. When one of the many tickling appendages probes between my ass cheeks and pushes inside, I lose it.

And time stops.

Everything freezes. My entire body goes still, Erebus is mid-stroke, his pull on my hair still a sharp sensation among many. And my orgasm remains poised at the very pinprick point of plummeting off the edge.

“This is where you need to focus your power, Nemea,” Vesh says. He keeps moving, slowly but deliberately, while I remain paralyzed with the other two men inside me. This was what he did to the others when he came to get me at the school.

“How?”I mentally cry.

“Feel it inside you. Down past the pleasure, past your climax—that power that’s inside you that Campe would devour, were she here. That power that shattered the cabin into pieces when we fucked the first time. Grab hold of it. Rein it in. Focus it and store it away. You must learn to harness it before you can learn to use it.”

It’s a struggle and a half, but I force myself to find the magic flaring bright beneath the surface of my orgasm. It’s a living thing, a brilliant spark burning ever brighter like a fuse traveling to a bomb. It’s a challenge, but I focus with all my might, the effort growing difficult when Vesh fucks me harder, squeezing my ass as he changes his angle. His cock presses Pan’s right against my G-spot, and my paralysis fades the tiniest bit. I grunt around Erebus, nearly losing my grip on the power that’s barely in my grasp as it is.

“I’m going to let them go. Hold onto it, Nemea. Hold on with all you’ve got.”

The world snaps back into frenzied motion, all three men thrusting and grabbing and invading, their cocks and fingers daring me to lose myself.

And fuck, do I want to just let go, because it all feels so good. But the power is within my grasp, and there isso muchof it. I mentally wrap myself around it and hold on for dear life while my body gives into the others. The power flares bright when my orgasm takes hold, but Ihaveit. I squeeze tight, pushing it back down deep, as if I’m sliding a bullet into a chamber for later. It clicks into place, and I finally relax and let loose, my body spasming as I cry out around the cock in my mouth. Erebus pulls free and strokes himself to completion against my lower lip, his semen spilling onto my tongue. Some part of him is still plunging in and out of my ass, the sensation prolonging my already intense orgasm as the other two spill deep into me.

The second Erebus releases my head, I collapse onto Pan’s chest. Vesh pulls out of me slowly, then gets up and pads round the bed. He touches my chin just the way he did the last time we did this. But I remember now.

“Don’t you dare make me forget,” I say, half-slurring.

“Never again,” he says, bending down to kiss me. When he pulls back, he glides his thumb over my cum-painted lips. I stare up at him in wonder, drinking him in and barely listening to what he says next. “But Pan and Erebus need to get back to work, and you need to sleep. I’ll properly introduce you to the others in the morning. Goodnight, Nemea.”

20

Vesh

Istep out of my room, Pan and Erebus at my heels, and find Alcides planted just beyond the door, feet wide and arms crossed. “There’s been a sighting, boss.”

I’m still buzzed from fucking Nemea, so it takes a beat for me to mentally grasp what he’s referring to. When I do, I nod. “Whoever is off-duty, meet me in the war room.”

Erebus takes his leave to cover the prison, a deep darkness settling over the lower levels. When my brother is on duty, the prisoners know nothing will go unseen, despite the absolute darkness. This allows the rest of the guards to join me.

Six sets of eyes watch me while I stare at the globe over our meeting table.

“Of course it was Greece,” Alcides says. “We should have called in a favor and had someone stationed there, waiting to bring them in. Olympus was always their goal before the war that put them away.”

“That presumes wehavefavors to call in,” Chrysaor says with a snort.

“Are we bringing in the higher races now?” Campe asks. “The cat’s kind of out of the bag at this point.”

“I never expected the Titans’ escape to remain a secret. We’ll need the higher races’ help, and it was only a matter of time before the dragons, at the very least, became aware of the situation. It saved me the trouble of raising the alarm myself when I had more important things to attend to.” I glance at the ceiling, my body still tingling after being buried inside Nemea for the second time.

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