Page 42 of Deadly Games
“No,” I answered, struggling to understand why he was the one in disbelief. It was a no-brainer that anyone would be drawn to Dionysus. He was beautiful inside and out, and smart, and kind, and unexpectedly brave… While I was still trying to figure out a way to tell him all those things without sounding like a desperate schoolgirl with a crush, Loki interrupted.
“You know, there’s one way to find out for sure.”
His dry tone belied the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.
This time, I was the one who blushed. There was no mistaking his implication, at least not on my end.
“What?” Dionysus asked, frowning.
“The first time Kore slept with each of us, the consort bond activated,” Loki answered. “Seems like a pretty straightforward litmus test.”
For a moment, neither of us seemed to know how to respond. When I finally met Dionysus’ gaze, I saw it. That look I’d seen a thousand times and only recognized now, even though it was the same one I’d worn since the day we met.
“That’s up to you,” Dionysus said, his voice hoarse with nerves.
I realized the only way to calm them and say everything that was in my heart was to respond without words at all. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, and he returned the kiss fiercely. This time, neither of us made any apologies. Instead, he took me into his arms and took control, digging his hands into my hair as he moved on top of me.
“Guess my work here is done,” Loki said, clearing his throat. I felt him start to get up and grabbed his wrist. He looked down at me in confusion.
“Stay,” I whispered, looking back up at Dionysus, whose eyes were still glazed with lust. “If that’s okay with you.”
He looked over at Loki and nodded, a look of understanding passing between them. He shifted slightly, allowing Loki to move closer, pressing in on my other side. Dionysus put off so much heat compared to Loki, whose touch always had a frosty bite to it. The ice running through his veins did nothing but ignite the heat in my core and as he turned me back to face Dionysus, he covered the side of my neck in sensuous little nips.
My head lolled back in bliss as Dionysus’ lips claimed the other side of my throat. Loki’s hands were on my hips and Dionysus’ still in my hair, but as they traveled down my body, I lost track of whose were where. Not that it mattered. I was too dizzy from what they were doing to my neck to process anything else, until a hand slipped between my thighs and started rubbing me through my jeans.
I moaned against Dionysus’ lips, and his fingers biting into my waist beneath my shirt told me Loki was the one touching me further down. I squirmed eagerly as he unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them down.
Dionysus’ hands drifted to my chest, and as he unbuttoned my blouse, my heart started racing again. It felt like I was seeing him for the first time, but there was something wonderfully familiar about it all the same. He ran his fingers down my bare shoulders as Loki peeled my shirt off the rest of the way, his fingertips brushing my lower arms.
“Wow,” Dionysus murmured, his breath hitching and his gaze darkening as it swept over me. His fingers danced along the lacy ridge of my bra and I had to breathe slowly just so I wouldn’t get overwhelmed by everything I was feeling. “You’re so beautiful.”
The words seemed absurd coming from someone who was the definition of beauty himself, but they filled me with pride. I took his perfect face in my hands and leaned in for another deep, languid kiss. Loki’s nimble fingers made quick work of my bra hook and soon all that was left between us was my panties and their jeans.
“Quite an exhibit, isn’t she?” Loki asked knowingly, his breath cool and tempting on the back of my neck. It felt too good to call him out on talking about me like a painting in a gallery, and to be fair, it wasn’t one of the more offensive things he and his crew had called me.
Dionysus didn’t respond verbally, but I could see the agreement in his eyes and feel it in the earnest way his hands roved my body. I sat up enough to allow him to slip my panties off the rest of the way and felt uneasily exposed all of a sudden. Dye job aside, I’d never been a shrinking violet in the bedroom, but it was different with the others. There was never any questioning our mutual attraction, no matter how much enmity it had been laced with in the beginning.
This was Dionysus. Not only was I pretty damn sure I was the first girl he’d ever been with, but we were already close. What if physical intimacy pushed him away? What if he changed his mind and didn’t want me after all?
“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning in concern as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Nothing,” I said quickly, not sounding as convinced as I wanted to. Shy wasn’t my thing. Especially not when it came to guys, but Dionysus made me question things about myself that I never had before. At least I knew the feeling was mutual, to a degree. “I just don’t want this to change anything.”
“Nothing is going to change,” he said, his hand pressed to my cheek. “You’re my best friend.”
His words unfurled in my chest like a lotus, velvety petals blooming through my veins. I kissed him again, harder this time, until he broke away to explore the rest of my body. When his lips pressed against the pebbled flesh of my nipple, I gasped softly, surprised at how new it all felt with him. My fingers naturally gravitated to his golden locks, twirling and tugging gently at the silky strands as his tongue traveled the circumference of my sensitive bud. His kisses went from feathery soft to ravenous as he made his way down my torso. His hands traveled the curves of my body as Loki pressed into me from behind, his arm slipping beneath mine so he could knead my breast.
A moan escaped my lips as I leaned back against Loki’s firm chest and Dionysus gently pushed my thighs apart. The light kisses he left in a trail up the inside of my thigh had me quivering with anticipation. His tongue flicked against my clit, tasting and tentative, and I almost came from that alone. Loki seemed to notice, judging from the soft chuckle in my ear. He pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, just hard enough to hurt pleasantly, as Dionysus delved into my sex with a moan of approval that vibrated through me.
I reached back, tangling my hand in Loki’s hair, somehow struggling to pull him closer and open myself wider to the man between my legs. For someone who’d never done it before, he ate pussy like a professional.
“You must be a natural,” Loki taunted in between his nips at my neck. What he was doing to my nipple was so mindbogglingly arousing that it bordered on torture, and I could scarcely get a full breath between their efforts.
Dionysus ignored him, working his tongue inside of me. My spine arched involuntarily and Loki grasped my wrists so I couldn’t unintentionally move away from the attention Dionysus was lavishing on me. My body began to tremble and fighting back the pleasured moans became a lost cause. Dionysus’ fingers bit into my thighs and he licked hungrily. I could feel the tinge of his euphoria in the air, mingled with the scent of sex, and I don’t think he even realized it.
The knowledge that he was enjoying himself as much as I was pushed me over the edge and my nails dug into Loki’s scalp hard enough to elicit a halfhearted growl from him as I came.
“Fuck,” I panted, still convulsing as Dionysus came up for air. His little smile was pure sex, and when he drew two fingers into his mouth, a familiar heat rose up my spine, sated but far from extinguished.
