Page 79 of Hell’s Weapon

The heat at my core reaches molten levels as he stretches out the moment further. This is delicious fucking torture, my chest heaving now as I try to fight my instincts and just slam down onto him. Even without any foreplay I’m ready for him, I’m sure he can feel how I’m dripping for him. I mewl in his hold, my fingers digging into his shoulder where I’m barely holding on.

And then he pulls me down. Fast.

Crying out at the hard, hot, invasion of his solid cock entering my body he doesn’t allow me time to adjust before he’s pulling me up, forcing my hips to move on him. Even though I’m on top this time he is still in control. Not that it takes my body long to learn the rhythm he sets and my thighs start to work as I ride him.

“Yes, Goddess, fucking milk me with that tight cunt of yours.”

“Fuck,” I answer, breathless and already flying towards release.

He slams up into me as I come down to meet him, our bodies totally in sync. Sweat forms on our skin and our moans fill the small space, adding a crescendo to the slapping of flesh against flesh.

His thumb finds my clit and I hit the end, barrelling into climax and shattering.

Below me, Garrick comes simultaneously, his seed filling me and elongating my own pleasure, the final drags of his flared cock head further heightening my pleasure with the friction against my pulsing inner walls.

We both come to a halt, although our lungs work hard to pull oxygen into our bodies as we recalibrate. I don’t pull off him, liking the feeling of him being joined to me still.

“Thank you,” I say softly once I’ve recovered enough that words are possible.

“You don’t need to thank me for fucking you.” He chuckles.

“No, thank you for giving this a chance,” I clarify.

He’s silent for a moment, his heartbeat steadying under my touch. “I have no idea how to be in a relationship with multiple people. I’ve not done that before.”

“Well I’ve never done the relationship thing, so hopefully between all of us we can figure it out.”

“Are you going to talk to Thirty-Nine and Nineteen? Tell them who you really are?”

“I want to. Will it screw with the games too much?” I arch my back slightly so I can look down at the Head Officer still between my thighs.

He contemplates his answer. “Thirty-Nine would’ve survived anyway. He’s always been a strong candidate. Nineteen I was really sceptical of, but since he’s latched on to you both, I don’t see him failing.”

“We wouldn’t let him die.” I growl.

“I thought that would be the case. Tell them, get it out in the open.”

Smiling down at Garrick, I place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Who knew you would be such a rebel, letting me break the rules and possibly give two of the candidates an advantage.”

“You can be the one to answer to Hades for any ramifications.” He returns my grin with one of his own, and his eyes light with amusement.

I swat his chest, although it’s very light. “Hades will be fine, I’ll get Khaos on board first.”

“And they are your responsibility. I cannot step in to keep them alive.” His smile drops and the Officer returns.

“I get that. I know the rules.”

“And if Thirty-Nine annoys me in any way, I can shift and let my panther loose on him.”

I hit him harder this time, although he catches my hand with his own to stop me swiping at him a third time. “No deal. And you can stop calling them by their numbers around me. It’s weird that you do that.”

“Nope, just safer. They know where they stand if I refuse to name them.”

“You’ll crack, we’ve got a few weeks left yet.”

“I won’t. Until they’re through the third trial, I will call them by their number.”

I roll my eyes.