Page 56 of Gods and Graves

To be completely honest, I’m not sure. I’ve never given anal much thought before, but the thought of having two of my lovers at the same time…

A thrill cascades down my spine, heating my stomach. A flush crawls up my cheeks.

“Yes. Fuck, yes,” I breathe, twisting my head to kiss him sloppily.

“I love you so damn much, Thea,” Krystian tells me, removing his fingers. “You’re my entire world.”

I shudder in anticipation as the hard length of his cock presses against my stretched ass.

“Lube,” Krystian instructs, and Rafe pours more lube on my ass and Krystian’s cock.

His shaft teases my entrance, but he doesn’t enter me. Not yet. I can tell he’s still unsure, still worried about hurting me.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Zaid asks worriedly from in front of me.

I reach for him, pulling myself onto my knees in the process.

“I’m one hundred percent perfect,” I assure him. “And I want you both. Now.”

“Fucking hell,” Krystian rasps.

Zaid simply stares at me, awe and love mingling in his dark, fathomless eyes.

My wraith doesn’t ask me if I’m sure. He must see it in my eyes. Instead, he reaches for my shoulders, lines himself up with my wet pussy, and thrusts deep inside of me.

We both groan.

God, I feel so stuffed, so full, already. What will it be like with Krystian in my ass?

Zaid falls onto his back, and I shift myself until I’m straddling him, Krystian still teasing my ass.

Zaid reaches up to pinch my nipple, though his touch is gentler than Everett’s. He begins to thrust his hips upwards, and I moan and throw my head back.

“Fuck, you look perfect,” Krystian rasps from behind, inching his hips forward.

I gasp at the stretch, the fullness.

Definitely thicker than two fingers.

Zaid slows, allowing Krystian to enter me fully.

It hurts. It feels strange, but it also feels really fucking good. Holy fuck.

Zaid curses and tightens his grip on my tit, staring up at me like I’m the center of his existence.

A flush creeps into my cheeks at the ardent adoration in his gaze.

“I love you, Thea,” he whispers.

“I love you too.”

Just as those words leave my lips, Krystian thrusts all the way inside of me, forcing me farther onto Zaid. He jolts and swears, lowering his grip to my hips.

“Look how perfect she looks between them,” Rafe growls.

“Like a fucking goddess,” Everett agrees.

It isn’t long until my men find a rhythm.

Krystian pulls out as Zaid pushes in, then they switch, the two of them fucking me in tandem.

I can do nothing but whimper and cry as they work my body like it’s their own personal toy to play with.

All I can focus on is the sensation of their cocks sliding against each other, only a tiny sliver of skin separating them.

I feel full—too full. But it still isn’t enough.

Lust streaks through me, and I can feel my orgasm fast approaching. I lower a hand between my body, prepared to strum my clit, when Rafe grabs ahold of my hand, stopping me.

“No,” he growls, his eyes ensnaring mine and refusing to release them.

I swallow convulsively, shakes reverberating through my body, but refuse to look away. I’m still holding Rafe’s penetrating gaze when Krystian groans and comes inside of my ass, which causes Zaid to explode inside of me with a shout.

Rafe doesn’t wait until they slide out of me. Instead, he picks me up and pushes me against the wall. I instinctively wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into his ass.

“You’re still dressed,” I point out, breathless.

His expression doesn’t change. “I am.”

“How are you supposed to fuck me with pants on?” I give him a bratty eyebrow raise that I know will drive him insane.

He growls, the noise ricocheting through my body in a flood of liquid heat, and then presses his lips to mine.

Rafe is…kissing me.

Our first kiss.

It occurs to me then that he didn’t kiss me during our first time together. Not once. He kissed my body, my breasts, my pussy…but not my lips. Never my lips.

I think I can die like this—with Rafe’s lips melded to mine, his stubble dragging enticingly against my cheeks and chin. When his tongue prods the seam of my lips, demanding entrance, I grant it to him eagerly. We kiss and kiss and kiss—until I’m worried I may pass out from lack of oxygen.

Is that even possible for me? Dying again? I’ll have to ask Hades about it later.

Though the last thing I want to think about right now is my father.

Rafe pulls away with a ragged gasp and presses his forehead against my own. His breathing is uneven as he stares at me, and for once, his eyes are swarming with a plethora of emotions.

“I love you, Thea. So much.”

Unexpected tears burn my eyes at his confession. I know he does—he’s shown it in all the ways that count—but out of all my guys, he’s the least likely to admit it.

“I love you too.”

Rafe doesn’t even bother undressing. Instead, he uses one hand to free his throbbing cock while the other helps support my weight against the wall. He jerks his hips up and enters me in one thrust, his cock stretching me impossibly wide.

He fucks me ruthlessly, harshly, possessively. His eyes never leave my own.

“Promise you won’t leave us again,” he growls out.

“I promise,” I pant out. I would say just about anything at the moment. I’m practically putty in his skilled hands. “And if I do leave you, I’ll always come back.”

Always.

Each strike of Rafe’s hips against my own is almost painful, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I’m almost desperate for the bruises I know he’s going to leave behind.

A sign of ownership.

Of claiming.

Of possession.

“Rafe…” I whimper, curling my fingers in his dark hair.

“Come for me, my goddess,” he whispers, kissing me once more. “I want you to milk my cock like the good little slut I know you are.”

I don’t think I could stop my orgasm from coming even if he asked me to. I’m too pent-up, too needy, too desperate.

I explode around his shaft with a scream, stars blotting out my vision. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but ride out wave after wave of lust.

I collapse against Rafe, feeling sweaty and sated and utterly spent.

And loved. So, so loved.

I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, but I do know it won’t be like the past. History won’t repeat itself this time around.

I have my guys, immortality, and lifetimes upon lifetimes to perfect our happily ever after.

And nothing will stand in my way.