Page 63 of God of War

I swallow hard and turn to Ares. He lifts his cuffed hands and cups my face with one palm. Tingles radiate from his touch. I want him to touch me, have wanted it for awhile, but not like this. Not with Aaron here, demanding it, using me to punish Ares, using Ares to punish me.

“Just look at me, okay?” Ares murmurs. “Focus on me. I’ve got you.” He comes closer, his lips dipping to mine. “I’ve fucking got you,” he says one last time, just before he kisses me.

It’s a firm, comforting kiss. Dry lips pressing chastely to mine. He pulls back enough to search my eyes with his. “I’ve got you, okay?” he repeats as the pads of his fingers scrape against my jaw.

“I… I’m sorry, Ares.”

He smiles. It shocks me, a sudden dazzling smile, but it also fills me with warmth. “Don’t want to hear it. Now sit back. Let me make you feel good.”

His hands drop to my waist and he pops the button on my shorts. The sound of the zipper bites the air and I feel his knuckles graze the front of my panties. Despite the situation, my heart picks up speed and arousal plucks at me below the elastic of my underwear.

“Up,” he says, his voice gruff, and he taps my thigh. I peel myself off the vinyl and wiggle out of my shorts, helping Ares pull them all the way off.

“What a good girl,” Aaron sneers from the front seat. His voice crawls over me like something disgusting you’d find in the mud. When I look at him, I see his arm moving rhythmically. I wonder if he’s got his dick out yet, or he’s just rubbing himself through his uniform. Bile rises in my throat.

“Hey.”

Ares touches my chin and pulls me back around. He moves closer until his lips brush mine. Not kissing, but enough that I feel every whisper of movement. “He’s not taking anything from you,” he breathes. “You’re giving it to me.”

Relief swells in my chest. He’s right. And I want that, so, so badly.

“Kiss me?” I murmur back. Ares grins against my mouth.

“Anything for you, Del.”

This kiss is different than the one we shared outside the bar. That was desperate and fierce, this is a controlled explosion, so deep and intense that my body immediately floods with a steady heat. I moan against Ares’ demanding mouth and part my lips in invitation. Constrained by the handcuffs, Ares puts his hands gently to my throat, holding me steady as his tongue explores every inch of my mouth.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, pulling back just a little. He sucks in a quick breath before diving in again, his careful control wavering. It’s perfect.

It’s a kiss that sets me alight.

Brings me to life.

Takes me away from here.

“Alright, alright, enough of that shit,” barks Aaron. “Get on with it.”

Ares looks past me, his eyes darkening with anger. “What do you want me to do?” he asks tightly.

“Whatever you want, hero. Just give me a good show.”

For a second, Ares freezes, then I grab the chain between his cuffs and pull his hands down to my panties.

“Touch me,” I say shakily.

Ares licks his lips. He puts his index and middle finger in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks. All the while, he looks at me. His eyes are glassy and bright, but the tilt of his head, the slow slurp coming from his fucking mouth… It’s the filthiest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

His slick fingers slide beneath my cotton panties. I inch my legs open and Ares groans breathily. I watch him closely, his eyes now focused down on his hand sinking behind my underwear, like he’s trying to capture the image forever. Then, all I can think about is the feeling of his fingers sliding over my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp. My head drops back to thunk against the seat. I inch my hand over the vinyl to Ares’ thigh and dig my blunt fingernails into his sweatpants as he moves expertly over my clit, rubbing languid circles. Stoking the fire.

“That’s it,” Ares says, his voice husky with arousal. “Gonna take me so good. Just like… that.”

On the final word, he sinks both fingers inside me and I choke on a gasp, my hips kicking up at the sudden intrusion. Ares forces me still with his other hand splayed on my lower belly.

“Come on, baby. Doing so good for me.”

My lips twitch into a frown as Ares continues, his murmured ‘good girls’ making my hackles rise. I can’t tell him what I really want — not with Aaron right there — so I clench my jaw shut and focus on the feeling of him inside me. His thick fingers plunge deeper, curling to brush all those sensitive little parts that make me see stars. He sets his thumb over my clit, wrenching a cry from my lips.

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