Page 78 of Hell’s Weapon

“So?” Garrick repeats. “It seems perfectly clear that you’ve made your choice.”

His words slam into me, and his eyes flick with the hurt, returning to the forest green of his human form.

“Excuse me, but you fucked me and ran. I don’t remember us having a conversation about exclusivity. In fact, you haven’t said anything that would indicate you want more from me than the one screw we’ve shared.”

“What if I did want more?” he says.

“Are you asking?” My heart is betraying me. I’m trying to act completely nonchalant until Garrick gives me some honesty but his stupid feline hearing will be able to pick up the fact that the muscle in my chest is currently beating at least twice as fast as it should.

“It doesn’t matter. Not if you’re with them.” He rubs his thick subtle coated jaw, not meeting my eyes.

“What if I was with them… and you?” I offer the olive branch, Tarron’s words ringing in my head. Voicing the question also shines a light on a tiny thread of longing somewhere deep inside me. I’ve been trying to sort out my feelings so much that I’ve ignored what it would all mean. If I pursue them, could I be in a relationship with all three of them? A calm washes over me as I picture it, my mind nothing but relieved as I finally arrive at a conscious decision that I think unconsciously I have known for a while.

I want them all.

Wyatt, Milo, and I aren’t currently in a good place but I think I can fix it. I’ll need to tell them the truth. Who I really am. What we’ve been building is based on a lie and I don’t want that.

“You think you can be with all three of us?” Garrick asks.

“Polyamoury isn’t that uncommon.”

“But they’re human.”

“Not for too much longer, hopefully.”

“They don’t know who you are.”

“I want to tell them. I’m sick of the lies.” I might have only just reached that epiphany but I say it with conviction. Lifting one hand to pull my hood down, I remove my mask, chucking it onto the desk beside us. Garrick’s eyes track my hair as it falls down over my right shoulder. His fingers twitch like he wants to reach out and run them through it. “You already know the real me.”

He’s silent for what seems like an eternity. The air between us grows warmer with each ticking second. I’m about to tell him to forget it when he finally gives in and reaches up to tangle his fingers in the ends of my hair. We both watch as he winds the strands between his digits. “This is what you want?” he asks.

“Yes. I want you, and I also want them. Giving any of you up at this point feels painful.”

“Okay.” His eyes meet mine. “I don’t want to give you up. If sharing you is what I have to do, then I will.”

I shake my head. “You’re not sharing me, Garrick. You get all of me, just as they get all of me. If there is any jealousy or resentment, this won’t work.”

“Have you had this discussion with them? About being in a poly relationship?”

“No, not as such. But we’ve been together enough as the three of us, I know they are okay with it. I need to tell them properly about you though.” I raise my hand slowly to place my palm over his pec, needing a connection to him in some way. “They are also together by the way.”

“Yes, I’d heard that seemed to be the case.”

“So, are you in?”

“I’m in.” His hands move again, and this time it's to lift me into his arms. He tugs the back of my thighs, hoisting me so I’m straddling him. It’s a tight fit in the chair but I don’t care. Our lips meet in a kiss that immediately has me seeing stars.

His tongue attacks my mouth, plundering deep. Marking. Claiming. The sound which erupts from him is guttural and it only takes one more slide of his tongue against mine and I’m moaning too.

We break apart only long enough to remove clothing, our lips finding any skin we can touch. I’m back in his lap in seconds.

My hands run all over his chest, his broad shoulders, his defined pectoral muscles and the fine chest hair running down the centre. Our tongues fight for dominance as I slide my fingers lower, over each ridge of his abs and down to wrap my hand around his hard length. Precum is already smeared over the tip so I use it to lubricate my hand before gripping him tighter and running my palm down the full length of him.

He gasps into my mouth, his own hands pulling me more firmly against him, one delves into my hair at the base of my neck and one wraps around my waist. He purrs, my lower lip between his teeth, as I stroke him more. “Fuck, Goddess, your grip is going to have me shooting off embarrassingly fast. I need to get inside you first.”

He grabs my hips and pulls me until my core is lined up with the head of his dick. I try to lower myself but he holds me tighter, making me pause.

“Feel the anticipation,” he whispers in my ear, sending a skittering of electricity down my spine. My breathing gets harder as he allows me to lower an inch, so the head of his cock is now pressing to my entrance but not quite breaching it.