Page 33 of Absolved In Death

Maybe they’d both be sleeping when I got back to our barrack. I could get some cuddles in before we left for Army-Pit 13.

I finished up a few last minute preparations, then faded into Diana’s bedroom. She and Des were curled up in bed with the covers thrown over them haphazardly as he spooned her. I took off all my clothes—because wearing clothing felt unnatural—and squeezed in behind him, throwing a leg over his thigh to keep him in place. He claimed he didn’t like being the little spoon…but I knew he was lying.

There was no other way to explain that one rainy day in 1956…

Yes there is…he was drunk,Voice snarked.

Shhh, he secretly loves it,I corrected the loudest, most obnoxious voice in my head.

I had barely fallen asleep when I heard a distinctly male grumble and a “Fuck you, Ares. It’s hot in here now.”

“Mmm come on Daddy Des, be my little spoon and I’ll let you fuck me,” I rasped into his ear as I ground my erection into his ass. “I’ll only bite if you ask nicely.”

It was true. I loved a good bite, but I learned the hard way not to bite Desmond. Daddy Des was a prickly pear, and it was part of why he was so hot.

He rolled over, then kissed my cheek. “I’m too tired for your shit. Keep that erection to yourself, A-Bomb. Or better yet…” He faded to the empty space on the other side of Diana’s bed, jostling her until she was snuggly between us in the center. “Give it to her. She could use some cheering up.”

Didn’t I know it? I would always be here to cheer my Little Goddess up. Good thing sex always put her in a good mood.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her soft body tightly. She smiled in her sleep, as if she knew between the five of us, we’d always watch over her.

“Desmond,” she whimpered, stretching her body against us. “It’s so hot.” She magically discarded her silk pajamas, leaving herself bare.

I reveled in the feeling of her nipples rubbing against my chest. We had all been so busy since she returned from our failed mission. The few times I had her to myself were quick, hard romps in the bathroom or against the kitchen counter. I didn’t have the proper time to play with her—to rile her up until she was begging for it and then satiate her slowly, driving her mad with pleasure.

“Let us cool you down,” I whispered before licking my heated tongue down the column of her neck, down to the valley between her breasts. I was obsessed with everything about my Little Goddess. From the column of her neck, to the tangy, salty taste of her skin after she showered. I wanted to hear the way she moaned when I took her nipple into my mouth and took long, pulling sucks on repeat.

Fuck, I can’t wait to breed her for real and get her pregnant. I hate that fucking contraceptive spell,Voice growled, banging on the corners of my mind. He wanted to escape so he could play, too.

Shut up, I’m going to nut before we even begin if you keep saying things like that!

“Ares!” she gasped when I bit her nipple, rolling it between my teeth.

Desmond rolled into a sitting position against the headboard, bringing Diana in between his legs. He tucked both his feet under her legs and spread, holding her legs open for me.

“Do you want him to lick and suck on something else, dollface?” She vigorously nodded her head, but Desmond only laughed at her. “Ask nicely.”

“Please,” she asked me, giving me her best pout and fuck-me eyes. But that wasn’t enough for Desmond. He liked to play with my food before I ate it.

He took her nipples in his hands, and plucked them until they were stiff peaks. She wriggled against him, pushing her hips toward me in a clear invitation to eat her. Her pussy was glistening, and I ran my finger down her seam to gather her wetness. I brought it to my mouth and her rich, tangy taste exploded on my tongue.

“Is it me, or does she always taste better when we tease her first?” I asked him.

She moaned again, and the sound went straight to my cock. I wasn’t big into degradation, but little things like laughing, teasing, and talking about her pleasure were okay with me, as long as they got her off. I was nowhere near Desmond’s level, although sometimes it was fun to watch.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, then plunged two fingers inside her. He only fingered her for about a minute before putting his fingers in his mouth, sucking off her essence with a loudpop. “Mmm, she does. Maybe we should tease her until she’s right on the edge and keep her there until she cries.”

“Why would you be so mean to me?” she whined. She tried to rub her clit, but Desmond’s shadows snaked around her hands, dragging them up and binding them so her arms were wrapped around his neck.

“You always have to push the envelope, huh?” His glowing golden eyes were stark in the darkness of the room. “I’m not sure if you deserve to get your sweet little pussy eaten. Or anything else we had planned after.”

What do we have planned for after? Because I have some ideas,I linked him.And one of them involves a second helping, so you better be bluffing.

I needed this almost as much as she did. Desmond did too.

“Please, Ares. Eat my pussy,” she asked me.

“Hmmm,” I mused, as if I would actually say no.

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