Page 17 of Absolved In Death

“Yes,” she yelled, working her hips faster. Ares kept pulling and pinching her nipples, trailing kisses down her neck. “Please…”

“I can’t wait to feel you come on my face,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ll drink you up and beg for more, my fucking beautiful Goddess.”

His filthy words set her off. She came with a shout, her thighs clamping around my hips as her entire body shook. I flipped us over and laid her on her back, spreading her legs apart. Her sex was glistening with her first release, and I licked her clean slowly, avoiding her clit. My tongue traced her folds, spearing inside her lazily while Ares watched us. He was curled next to Diana by the headboard, his muscles bunched. I felt his focus like a spotlight shining on me.

He took himself in hand, his breaths a bit heavy as he stroked his massive length. “Fuck, I love watching you two almost as much as I love playing along.”

Diana moaned, throwing her head back and aiming her blue doe eyes at him, no doubt to draw him in. “No one said you had to watch…”

He slid down the bed, throwing her leg over his shoulder and settling next to me between Diana’s thighs. Our bodies touched from our shoulders down to our calves. His skin was so hot it felt like a brand against mine. I wondered if his tongue would feel as hot inside my mouth…trailing along my dick, inside me…

He nudged me over, so our faces were touching. I lifted my hips, giving my aching cock some relief from being pressed into the mattress.

I’ll take care of you next, Feathers,he mindlinked me. He nipped at the outer shell of my ear, then soothed the bite with the flat of his tongue, answering my question from before. The hot, rough texture made me feel like I was melting into a sentient puddle.

He turned his attention to Diana, giving her a wicked grin before his tongue circled her clit. He alternated between soft teasing licks and deep, pulling sucks until she was in tears, so close to coming, to falling off the edge into pure pleasure.

“Your turn,” he rasped, grinning at me.

I pushed two fingers inside her, rubbing that deep, hidden spot as I nuzzled over the same spot Ares did. Every time she clenched around me, or made one of those breathy, needy noises, I felt as if I was floating through the clouds, soaring so fucking high I’d never come down again. Her legs started to shake again, trying to close around us on instinct, but Ares helped me hold them open.

She writhed, pushing her pussy into my face as I devoured her. Tears streamed down her cheeks, falling onto her chest. Ares gathered them up with his fingertips, then pinched her nipples. She detonated, coming onto my face with a scream.

“Fuck me,” she begged, her voice out of breath. “I don’t care how, butplease.”

You should go first,Ares insisted.

Who said we had to take turns?My earlier thoughts returned to me. I wanted to feel Ares inside me.

Fuck, you can’t just say shit like that unless you want me balls deep inside you,he growled.

Before I could tell him that I meant what I said, a blaring alarm sounded through the bedroom, echoing off the walls and almost rupturing my ear drums. It startled Diana so hard she fell onto the floor. Ares reached over and slapped her ass, then leapt from the bed solidly to his feet. A wave of his hand muffled the alarm, giving us all a much needed reprieve from the jarring sound.

“That’s the emergency bell. Get dressed,” he ordered. He waved his hand a second time, cleaning Diana up. “Feathers, are you getting any links from Desmond or Lucifer?”

Before I could answer, Bash’s British lilt infiltrated my mind. His voice was harried, weary.

Wake up. NOW. Have everyone meet us in the conference room.

Diana ran to her closet, throwing on black active leggings, a sports bra, and a lavender hoodie. She shoved a bottle of water into the center pocket.

“Oisín linked me. Judas locked the entire compound down, no one gets in or out,” she breathed with a distant look in her eyes. “He said to gather everyone in the conference room.”

“Desmond linked me the same thing, let’s go,” Ares growled.

His entire body was tense. He was a sword ready for battle, brimming for whatever conflict laid before us. This was his God of War mode—his living embodiment of savage weaponry.

A rapt knock on the front barrack door sounded through the hallway. We ran to the door, half terrified and curious to see who it was.

“Don’t answer it.” Ares inched closer, poised to strike at whoever was on the other side.

Our combined magics reached out to touch the wards on the front door. But I didn’t feel anyone.

“Tuck and roll Lady Morningstar. Shit hit the fan,” a familiar voice drawled.

The door swung open as Quelier strode through, tablet in hand. Ares’ sharp reflexes spared him from getting hit in the face with it. Fae PA wore a crisp white dress shirt and black slacks. His thick black glasses sat perfectly on his sharp face, and not a strawberry blond hair on his head was out of place. Did he wake up this early, ready for the day? Was it a Fae magic thing?

“For fuck’s sake it reaks of angel sex in here. Get yourselves together and try to look alive. We’re needed in the conference room. Lucifer is going to debrief us all on the calamity afoot in ten minutes.”

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