Page 10 of Deadly Games
Loki snorted. “Trust me, he’s hardier than that. I’m more worried about you.”
Loki’s hand on my shoulder drew my attention, but when I realized what he was doing, I stopped short of smacking it away. His fingers brushed over my bare skin and I shivered for a different reason. “Feel anything?”
I swallowed hard, afraid to let the answer out before I’d mulled it over. The truth was, I did feel something. The coldness had been so stark that I’d hardly even notice the numbness that set in. What Hades’ touch had done to ease the cold, Loki’s was doing to return sensation to my flesh. “Yeah,” I answered, my voice hoarse. “I do.”
“What?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. I wasn’t sure if he was curious because this was all just another game to him, but I was more afraid to believe the sincerity in his gaze.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I felt numb before, but… not there.”
His eyes lit with understanding and he ran his fingers down my arm, his touch slow and sensuous. The return of full sensation wherever he touched was enough to make me gasp. “And here?”
“Yes,” I answered, my voice a tight whisper that barely made it out of my mouth. He was so close now, and I could feel Hades’ warmth at my back. I found myself trapped in Loki’s gaze, wondering if those blue depths were the distraction that made all his tricks so easy to fall for. When I was younger, Mom had taken me to the party of one of my classmates whose parents had hired a magician. I remembered him teaching us the secret behind the silly little trick. Whenever you wanted to get away with something right before someone’s eyes, all you had to do was get their attention. It was a skill I’d employed numerous times during my more illicit after school activities, but I was no more able to resist it for the knowledge.
No… this wasn’t a trick. It might have been its own form of magic, but there was something more honest about that touch than any words that had ever passed between us. It called to me, and I felt as lost in those blue depths as I had been in the siren’s well, only this time, I had even less of a chance of resurfacing.
Our lips brushed and the thrill of renewed sensation mingled with the curiosity of exploring a new lover’s touch. At first, I thought I was just responding to Loki’s kiss, but a mental replay made me keenly aware that I was the one who’d kissed him.
In front of Hades, no less.
I was never going to live this down.
He was the first to pull away, looking down at me with amusement glimmering in those devilish eyes. “Now that was a surprise.” His gaze flickered over to Hades, who was watching us in stony agitation. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that was jealousy on his face. “You know, it doesn’t count as coming onto your girl if she kissed me first.”
“I’m not his girl,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “I don’t know why I did that. I’m not thinking clearly.”
“You seemed pretty lucid to me,” Loki said in a knowing tone.
And he was right. I knew better, even as I’d leaned in for that kiss. Desire just won out, or maybe it was the elation I felt with feelingsomething. And whether I wanted to admit it or not, the three of them were capable of triggering a whole manner of responses more than anyone else ever had been.
“She did,” Hades said bitterly.
I should have enjoyed the jealousy that kiss had obviously stirred in him, but instead, my traitorous instinct was to soothe it. I turned to him and reached up, digging my hands into his white hair the way I’d done on the rooftop. His eyes widened in surprise and my lips came down on his before he could respond. His hands closed around my wrists, and to my amazement, he actually returned the kiss.
Warmth spread through me and this time, it wasn’t limited to where he touched. It flowed through my veins like an inferno, stirring the same euphoria my power usually initiated. I deepened the kiss as his hands settled on my waist and he leaned back as I straddled his lap.
I knew I’d probably regret this come morning, but it felt too good to feel something, anything but numbness, to care. And the two of them were the only things that felt real in this world of empty space and illusion. The only things that felt familiar.
The gentle brush of Loki’s soft lips swept along the side of my neck and my head fell back against his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around my waist to steady me. “I think we found the cure for what ails her.”
“Seems so,” Hades responded, even though his eyes were fixed on me. I hadn’t even realized his hand had drifted down to rest on my thigh, and I barely even remembered kicking my pants off in the night. My panties were already soaked and I felt a surge of humiliation as he brushed his fingers over the thin cotton. Not enough to pull away, but still.
“Wouldn’t be the first time we’d shared something,” Loki said in a musical tone. There was no mistaking the request as he deferred to his friend’s “claim,” even though his erection pressing against my ass through his pants made it clear he wanted to do more than negotiate. I should have been furious, and I was, but not enough to derail wherever this was going. I’d chew them out for treating me like Hades’ property later, but at the moment, I was good with them using me however they saw fit, as long as they didn’t stop touching me.
Hades grunted an acknowledgment as he peeled my shirt over my head. I gasped as the cool air hit my bare skin, but they both pressed in close, filling me with enough heat to break a sweat.
Hades’ fingers trailed along the lacy cup of my bra while Loki expertly unfastened the clasp in the back. His long hair sweeping against my bare skin was nothing shy of erotic and I leaned back into him, unable to help but arch like a cat as he moulded my breast in his hand and claimed my neck with his lips once more.
“She’s responsive,” Loki mused, his words dancing against my sensitive flesh as Hades slipped his hand into my panties and started stroking me the way he’d done before. It was clear that he’d learned from the encounter and as much as the idea of him knowing how to push my buttons should have unnerved me, all I could do was get caught up in the rapture of it. “I see why she’s so much fun for you.”
Something in me bristled even through the lust, but Hades’ finger circled around my clit and it died out with another moan as I sank back into the offending party. Loki’s strong arms were now the only thing holding me upright and as his hands traveled down my arms, pinning my wrists at my side, I realized I was right all along. They really were deadly as a team.
Loki pulled me back onto his lap and Hades grabbed my ankle, tugging me further down onto the bed. “If we’re doing this, you follow my lead.”
“Why don’t you ask her?” Loki challenged.
The urge to tell Hades to go to hell was hard to resist, but the threat of not getting to enjoy the same bliss I’d known on the rooftop was enough to silence it. “I don’t care,” I muttered, squirming in Loki’s grasp even though the bite of his fingers was turning me on. “Just don’t stop.”
“Well?” Loki asked, his voice dripping with amusement. “Shall we give her what she wants?”
