Chapter Fourteen
Olympus
“Ares.” The three women spoke as one. According to myths and lore, they were old crones, hideous to behold, but nothing could be further from the truth.
The beauty of the women shone even there upon the Mountain where beauty lived. “It is time.” Again, they spoke as one. “To tell them how to form the bond with the Descendant before she is lost for all time. When next she is taken, if there is no bond, the line of Artemis is lost forever. No more shall there be the hold on the Dark God.” They sing-songed their words, seeming to sway.
“I know, I know.” Ares threw them a glower. “Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think I haven’t been freaking out over this? Damn, if that alpha hadn’t had to wait for the new moon to rise…” He shook his head.
Pacing back and forth before the Fates was something Ares did, something all of the Gods did because none of them were all too comfortable around the three women. He suddenly stopped to pin them with a look. “Wait a second. I thought you three didn’t know anything about this. You never have in the past when we’ve come upon the time that the barrier that holds Hades cell weakens. So, why now?” he asked, fists on his hips.
“We have always known but have been unable to speak of it. We are able to now because now the final wars start. This is the time when the world is at the most prime for the Dark God to release. With the debauchery and greed, humanity is all but requesting him to be released, but we must never allow that to happen or he shall destroy us all.”
“Yeah, but we all know that if we secure at least three, their chances are only fifty-fifty. If we get four, then they are screwed.” His eyes narrowed as he shifted his weight, his hand resting on the hilt of the massive sword strapped at his waist. While on Olympus, the gods were always in their true form, but they could dress down for comfort. Only in the Halls of Zeus, or the Fates’ chambers, could they not alter their true form. So Ares was dressed in head-to-toe black armor, so dark and forbidding it sucked in all light that struck it.
Lifting his chin, he cracked his neck. “What are you not telling me, Fates? And don’t give me that line about you not telling me anything I’m not ready for, or that you can’t reveal what hasn’t yet been set. I get that. I also know that you know something, here and now, that you’re keeping from me. If you speak it, it will come to pass—we all know that. But give me something, damn it. I can’t keep them safe if I don’t understand what is coming at us.” He fell silent, giving them an opening they didn’t take. His expression went blank. “It’s about why I couldn’t find her, isn’t it? It’s about what had me blocked from going into that compound, isn’t it?”
“Yesss.” The trio hissed the word. “The Six aren’t the only ones with descendants. There are more. There are ones of the Dark God. There are more powers at play as well. We cannot yet get a full view of them.” And that said a great deal if the Fates couldn’t see someone fully. “They seem to be beyond us. There will be one, one that must be pulled in, or the ratio of four will not work. She must be found as well. First you must ensure that Camilla, Descendant of Artemis, is bonded to her Heroes. Only then will the second become clearer to us.”
“I’ll get them to understand,” he said. He walked to the edge of the platform and stared out over the clouds of Olympus. He looked at the beauty that was Olympus, the mountains that were edged in golden halos, the clouds that had silver and platinum in them and the palaces that dotted the clouds that were each more spectacular than the next. Olympus was truly a spectacular place to live, he was blessed and knew it. “I doubt it will be much of a fight. Not for them—they love her deeply, would and have walked through hell for her. They won’t hesitate to cement their bond and ensure her permanent safety.”
“Then it is as it should be,” they told him quietly. “Her love for them is just as strong. They all will have that love. It will be stronger and more intense with each one. They will love immediately, not something that is common in this world we have today, but it is one that they will know for all time.”
Ares snorted a laugh at that, turning to look at them again. “The men might not admit it immediately, but Camilla knows already. She has that love in her heart for them, and it’s strong. Those men are nothing if not stubborn.” He paced back to stand in front of them and looked into the middle distance as he thought. “You will alert me when the second has been revealed.” Not so much a question, or a request, as a statement of fact.
“We will allow you to know, but the next isn’t going to be your charge, or will she?” They gave an eerie smile. “We will tell you, however, that you will know because she comes soon. We can see the fogs of uncertaintity beginning to thin. First, the Heroes of Olympus must unite and bond with their Lady.”
“She may not be my charge, but the Heroes are under my watch and guidance. We all know that is within the rules of this messed up game.” Ares went to a knee, his head bowed, before getting back up on his feet. “Until next time, ladies,” he said. Spinning on a heel, he headed for the door and the corridor beyond where he could finally flash away from Olympus again to get back to Earth.
The laughter of the Fates followed Ares as he walked away. On the wind, he could hear, “The Daughter of Light comes to you next, Ares. Prepare your Heroes, God of War.”
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Appearing in the kitchen of the house where the Heroes lived, Ares shot a look to the men there. They were all in the midst of breakfast, but staring at him. “Where are they?” he asked. As one, they pointed up to the ceiling. Ares stalked past them to the stairs and took them three at a time.
Stopping at Mikhail’s door, he forced himself to calm and knock lightly. He was still upset from his time on Olympus and the half-answers he’d received from the Fates. “Hate to bother you three, but we need to talk. Now.”
Camilla squeaked and pulled the blanket up to cover them all three. “At least you knocked,” she said with a smile. “Come in, Uncle.” She looked at Mikhail and Gareth and grinned. “He has a habit of not knocking. He’s a little wild and crazy like that.”
Gareth just groaned and pulled a pillow over his head.
Mikhail sat up, pushing back to rest his back against the headboard as Ares came in the room. He shot her a look, a questioning one, when Ares locked the door behind him and began to pace at the end of the bed.
“Uncle? Talk to us. I know that pacing. You’re thinking far too much right now, so talk to us. What is wrong? You are worrying us. Come on. Spit it out.”
He spun suddenly, becoming completely still in the next moment, his eyes drilling into hers. “I just came from Olympus” was his opening line. Then he started to look more than a little uncomfortable. “Okay, I’m just going to come out and say it because I think of you as family, Camilla, so this is a little too weird for even me.”
“Well, yeah, this whole situation is just more than a little weird. You’re in our bedroom and we aren’t exactly dressed for company. Come on, spill it. You know that you want to.”
“Right,” he mumbled. “Okay, so here it is. You three damn well need to get it together already. You need to—oh, Mother of the Gods, I can’t believe I’m saying this—have sex. Admit you three love one another, and for the love of the gods, finish the bonding. If you don’t, then that fucked-up Alpha can target Camilla again, potentially still use her. If you just, you know, then it will all be good.”
“Okay.” Camilla tilted her head. “What do you mean, finish the bonding? And we’ve already admitted to each other how much we love each other and nothing changed. So, what is it that you are talking about? We’ve definitely had sex, but not all three of us together, so…”
Ares, God of War, groaned in misery. “All three of you need to have sex, no condoms, skin to skin, admitting your love for one another as you climax at the same damn time so that the bond completes.” He looked nauseous and even gave a shiver before letting a breath out.
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Camilla felt her whole body blush. “Well.” She hadn’t been thinking that, at all. “And?” Oh, lord. “No condoms,” she whispered. “I think this is a conversation that the guys and I need to have alone. I have a feeling you are more than happy to leave us alone to have that conversation.”
“Fuck yeah.” Ares headed for the door, but paused before he was out of the room. “Just so you know, Camilla…” He looked her way. “During the joining, there’s no chance of pregnancy. It’s a molecular bonding between you three. Something about the bonding negates the chances of pregnancy.” With that said, he got out of there, shutting the door behind him. Then the lock snicked shut all on its own.
Camilla grinned. “So are the two of you looking forward this bonding? I am. Just saying. We’ve never been together all three at once. Would you like that?” she asked quietly.
Gareth shoved the pillow back under his head and grinned. “I’m all for anything that involves you being naked. If I could, I think I’d keep you naked at all times. I know, not very practical.”
“I so rarely like agreeing with him, but he is right,” Mikhail said. “I’m not just saying that because it will protect you, Camilla. It will, but that’s only a secondary thought. I like the idea of us being connected in some way, through this bonding he talked about.”
“I do, too,” Camilla confessed. “So how do we do this?” She wanted to know.
“Well, a threesome’s slightly more complicated,” Gareth said. He pushed up to a sitting position. “For your part, really, all you need to decide is who you want where. We’ll have to lube you up, and whoever takes your ass will need to slide in first.”
“Well, because of the piercings that Mikhail has in his cock, I think he should be in front and you at back,” Camilla told them both. “Sorry, G, but I really do want to have this be as pleasurable as possible,” she said with a grin. “And I know that it will be just that. Pleasurable.”
“I’m not going to complain,” Gareth said with a laugh. “I get to have your sweet little ass, no issues with me on that one,” he assured her. He turned and dug through the bedside table and came out with a tube of lube. “All right, sweetheart. We’re ready whenever you are.”
“Don’t I get a kiss first?” Camilla teased him. “Because I would have thought you wanted to kiss me, touch me, and then slide your beautiful cock into my ass. And yes, I know you’re an ass man.” Gareth was and she liked it, a lot. She loved how he always seemed to want to be in her ass, play with it or tease it. He was insatiable at times. Not that she was complaining.
Chuckling, he leaned over and gave her a peck before sitting back. “Better? No?” He laughed at her scowl and drew her in for a long, deep kiss that had her toes curling under the sheets. His hand slid down her arm, then he pressed it to her belly for a slow slide up to her breast where he flicked her nipple.
Camilla moaned into his mouth. She shivered and reacted to the touch of his hands to her breasts and the kiss that rocked her world. “More like that.”
Laughing softly, he pinched her nipple and lightly tugged on the tight bud. “I think we can manage that.” Tossing the blankets—onto Mikhail, no less—he eased her back onto the bed with his lips on hers again. Rolling her nipple with his fingers, he nibbled on her lips.
Camilla moved right along with him. She lifted her leg and began to rub it along his. Her heel caught the back of his knee and held him close. When they parted, Camilla was breathless. “Goodness.” She whimpered. “Mikhail?” She turned to Mikhail, evidently her other half—third, whatever.
“Yup?” Mikhail looked up from the book he had in hand. He had a book, not in any language she recognized. What the hell? “Oh, my turn. You sure?” he asked. The twinkle in his eyes said he was just messing with her, though no one would ever be able to say he gave it away in his expression.
“Oh, you are a very, very bad man.” Camilla climbed onto his lap. “Have I mentioned to you how much I adore you? Even when you’re being all teasing to me and such.” She gave a saucy smile. “And you worry me at times,” she said as she rubbed her cheek against his. “I do love you, both of you.”
“I worry you?” he asked, his voice stunned. His hands were on her back, sliding up and down. “Why do I worry you, Camilla?” Mikhail nipped at her throat, then pressed an open-mouth kiss to the same spot and sucked lightly.
“Because sometimes you make me think you don’t need me half as much as I do you. There are times…” She let her head fall back and moaned. “There are times I feel as if you would be able to move from me without blinking twice, and that worries me.”
With a firm hold, he gripped her neck as he moved to look her in the eyes. “Listen to me, Camilla. I’m never leaving you, ever. I don’t think I could breathe without you in my life, since you entered it on a whirlwind as you did. So stop thinking like that. You’re everything to me.” He sealed his words with a hard, devouring kiss to her mouth, not letting her pull away even if she wanted to.
Camilla didn’t even hesitate. She kissed him back with the same need and desire that he gave her. When they parted, she licked her lips again and whispered, “Good, because I know I can’t breathe without you. I need you, both of you, more than I do need to breathe. So let’s do this so that nothing will ever part us again?”
“Good plan,” he whispered back. Mikhail slid down on the bed and rolled, putting her on her side to face him. Gareth was at her back and settled his hands began to stroke over her skin. Mikhail kissed her again, softer, gentler, teasing her with each brush of his lips and every nip of his teeth.
Camilla felt Gareth’s hands at her ass, felt the coolness of lube. “Oh hell.” She moaned and pushed back against Gareth. “That feels so good. A bit more. Please?” She lifted her leg to wrap around Mikhail’s hip to pull him closer.
Mikhail moved a hand down to cup her pussy, pressing two fingers into her while Gareth worked more lube into her ass. She could feel both their cocks. Gareth’s was bumping her ass, while Mikhail’s was against the inner thigh of the leg over his hip. He wasn’t quite on his side; he’d left himself a little room to touch her and drive her insane. A finger pressed up into her ass, stroking in and out before a second was added with more lube.
“Yes.” She hissed with pleasure. “That feels so good. You both do know just how to play my body. Both of you know exactly how to make me need you.” Although it didn’t take that much, honestly. All that it took was for her to have them close and look at her for her to get wet and desperate.
Gareth spread his fingers before he withdrew them slowly. He bit her shoulder and nibbled on her skin as she felt him press his cock to her ass. “Remember, sweetheart, relax. Breathe out as I push in, but keep your body as loose as you can.” Cupping her ass, he began to fill her back hole slowly.
She nodded and bit her lower lip. “I’m ready. You know how much I love having you do that.” She tried to keep herself as relaxed as possible. “You know what I need.” Gareth did know just how to play her body. He knew just how far to push her.
Mikhail kept working his fingers in and out of her slick pussy, his mouth on her breast as he suckled and nipped. Gareth continued to press into her ass deeper until he was fully seated. She felt the shudder roll through him; it was the same every time, and he claimed it was because of the tight squeeze she gave his cock.
Lifting his head, Mikhail brushed a kiss to her lips, his thumb flicking over her clit. “Ready for me, Camilla?” He pulled his fingers free from her throbbing sheath.
“Yes.” Camilla shivered. She loved the way that it felt when Gareth was inside of her, and couldn’t wait to feel how it felt to have Mikhail inside of her as well. “Please,” she begged. “I need.” She was needy, on the edge, and knew it wouldn’t take her long before she was coming.
“Hold up,” Gareth groaned. She felt him rearranging himself a little behind her. “All right, go for it. Hopefully, I don’t have to have your hairy limbs anywhere near me,” he muttered.
Snorting, Mikhail rolled his eyes. She knew that Gareth couldn’t see it, which made it a little funnier. Lifting her leg up higher, Mikhail pressed the head of his cock to her. “Deep breath in, and let it out,” he whispered to her softly. When she did as he asked, he thrust his cock into her in one movement, filling her more than she thought possible.
“Oh God.” She scraped her nails on Mikhail’s back and held onto him. “Don’t stop,” she begged him. “Ever. Please never stop.” The feeling of having them both inside of her without condoms, the feeling of skin to skin contact was perfect to her, and unique. “Never want to do this with condoms again.” She loved how it felt to have them inside of her like this right now.
“We’ll discuss that, later, much later,” Mikhail gritted out. Slowly, he pulled out before thrusting back in even deeper, if that was at all possible, than before.
“Jesus.” She’d never thought that anything could feel so good. She’d never believed that anything like this would be possible. This feeling of both of them inside of her, the feeling of both cocks moving in and out of her pussy and ass, was perfect. “Want this, more. Often. Always.” She was not making much sense and knew it, but it felt so very, very good that she couldn’t grab onto a thought and keep it.
Gareth was starting to move, now that Mikhail had set his own rhythm. She could feel rubbing her in their own way, the piercings on Mikhail’s cock adding to everything. In and out they slid, her body easily accepting them, wanting more each time they thrust.
Camilla’s back arched and she felt as if there was electricity starting to fill her body. “Mikhail, Gareth, so close.” She moved along with them both. She bit her lower lip. “More,” she demanded, pure and simple.
Gareth’s hands came up to cup her breasts, squeezing, massaging, and playing with her nipples. He tugged on them, twisting them, even flicking them. He and Mikhail slammed in and out of her, moving faster and harder, their breathing turning ragged.
Mikhail kissed her hard, sucking her lower lip into his mouth to bite it just hard enough to send a jolt through her body.
Camilla couldn’t stop herself. She felt it then—she felt her whole being seem to come apart at the seams. “Oh God. Yes.” She sobbed. She felt a buzzing in the back of her head and could almost have sworn that she felt Mikhail and Gareth’s thoughts, but that wasn’t possible and she knew it.
A scream came from her. She hadn’t expected to come so fast. She exploded with the strength of her orgasm, her pussy squirting with her intense pleasure.
Words echoed around them as they both slammed into her, their release linked to hers, the splash of their hot semen filling both her holes simultaneously. Love you. Everything to me. Never get enough. Need you more than I can say. Each string of words, while they overlaid one another in a near jumble, was perfectly clear to her. As was who they had come from.
I love you both, so much more than you will ever know, she replied in kind, her heart filled to the brim and beyond just as her body was filled fuller than she could have ever anticipated.
She heard what seemed to be a sonic boom, and then she was coming back down. Camilla slumped against both men and sobbed with the culmination of her release and the knowledge nothing would ever be the same again.