Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to think about it. Not tonight.” She looks at me and then Atalanta, her eyes wide. “Morning will come soon enough. Please.”
“We don’t have to talk about it tonight.” I keep a soothing tone to my voice. “You can go back to sleep. We’ll stay, and—”
She laughs, the sound more like her usual self, deep and melodious. “No, Hecate, I won’t be sleeping again any time soon.” She reaches out and runs her fingers over Atalanta’s bare thigh. “You two were obviously having a good time before I ruined it. Let me make it up to you.”
I hardly think sex is the answer right now, not when she’s so clearly in distress and there’s a legion of things left unsaid. It was easy enough to ignore them when it was just me and Atalanta; we were consummating a connection a decade in the making. But Atalanta doesn’t say a sideways word as Circe hooks the bottom of her shirt and guides it up and over her head. At that point, I have to admit that any plan that results in Atalanta naked is one I can get onboard with. Immediately.
Atalanta narrows her eyes at Circe. “This isn’t going to fix anything.”
“On the contrary, I think it will help my mood immensely and give me an escape from the grief threatening to drown me.” Circe almost—almost—sounds like her normal polished self when she speaks, but there’s an undercurrent of tumultuous emotion, lingering just out of reach. “And I would have to be dead not to respond to having the two of you naked in bed with me.”
Atalanta rolls her eyes. “You were just in a panicked sweat and there’s still tear tracks on your face. You’re gorgeous beyond belief, Circe, but chill it with the seduction act. You’re human, just like the rest of us.”
She’s taking such a hard line. I don’t know if it’s the right call. I have to fight down an instinctive need to defend Circe. No matter what she’s going through, she is more than capable of defending herself. More than that, I’ve never quite seen this side of Atalanta, and the reminder that they share something entirely outside of me is one I don’t know how to deal with.
Circe sits back with a huff. “You’re being difficult for the sake of being difficult.”
“It’s just my charming personality.”
“I do find your thorns so intriguing.” She rallies admirably, sliding into Atalanta’s lap without hesitation.
I half expect Atalanta to drop her onto the floor on her ass, but she wraps her arms around Circe, holding her easily. My chest gives an uncomfortable thump, which only gains strength when they both look up as if they heard my traitorous need. Atalanta frowns. “Hecate, stop sitting there with your heart in your eyes and get over here.”
There’s nothing to do but exactly that. Morning will come soon enough, and with it all the realities of our current predicament. Neither one of them will watch me with apparent indulgent love when I explain what I have cooking in the back of my mind. It’s selfish in the extreme to take this comfort, this pleasure, when I know I’m about to piss them both off mightily, but I’m a selfish kind of woman sometimes.
Atalanta holds out a commanding hand to me, and I relish this simple touch, a slide of my palm against hers before she yanks me into them. And then it’s just the perfection of chaotic sensation. Atalanta’s mouth against the back of my neck, her hands questing down my body. Circe kissing my breasts, and then my mouth.
She lifts her head with a wicked grin. “I can taste Atalanta on your lips.” Before I can come up with any kind of response, she’s kissing me again, deeper this time. As if she can lick every bit of Atalanta’s desire from the inside of my mouth.
I try to touch them, but Circe catches my hands and pins them to the small of my back, between me and Atalanta. I break our kiss to curse. “What are you doing?”
“You can have your turn playing later.” She glances over my shoulder to Atalanta and smiles wider. “It’s our turn right now.”
Atalanta palms my pussy. “I told you before; you have more in you, Hecate. We’re going to find out just how many times we can make you come before you beg for mercy.”
A flutter of something like panic in my throat, quickly drowned out by pure need. “Oh, well, I guess that’s fine.” I gasp a little as Atalanta pushes two fingers into me. I’m still so fucking wet from having sex with her earlier.
Circe chuckles darkly, and then she’s kissing her way down my stomach. It takes some shifting around to get situated, but we find a good place with her stretched out on the mattress between mine and Atalanta’s thighs. And then there’s no space for thinking at all.