Page 64 of God of War

Ares leans closer still, half folded on top of me, and latches onto my neck. He bites down, then soothes the burn with his tongue.

“Tell me how to get you there, baby,” he grunts against me. “Wanna feel you come on my fingers.”

I shake my head. I can’t talk, can’t even think, because my body is tightened like a stretched wire. My back bows and everything flashes white behind my closed eyes as my climax hits me. It’s hard and sharp, almost painful — but the flood of calm afterwards? It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

I feel like I’m floating on a cloud, the seat of the patrol car is pillowy soft underneath me as Ares gently slides his fingers out of me.

My eyes flutter open and I see Ares watching me, so alert to every minuscule emotion on my face. His eyebrow flicks up — silently asking ‘You okay?’

I nod and beam at him, not really knowing what to say. My eyes lower to his crotch. His sweats are tented, his cock straining underneath. I reach for him—

“Uh-uh,” Aaron chides from the front seat. I freeze, realizing that for a stunning, blissful moment, I forgot where I was. And who else was there.

“Gold stars all ‘round,” Aaron says. He grins into the mirror. The look on his face is predatory and terrifying. “I call next.”

Aaron is up and out of the car before I can react. He opens Ares’ side this time and I watch with my scream caught in my throat as he yanks Ares out. Ares shouts and I hear a scuffle, dust flying as Aaron wrenches him further away. Ares is screaming something. Something I can’t make out, because all I hear is my own voice howling in my head: Do something. Save him. This is your fault. Fucking do something!

I scramble to pull my shorts on and crawl clumsily over the seat. I grab onto the open door and lean out. They’re a few yards away, and Aaron lets Ares go. Ares swings around, ready to charge, but Aaron’s too fast. His gun is out and aimed at Ares before I can even blink.

“Uncuff yourself. Just one.” He motions to something down in the dirt — the handcuff keys.

“Fuck you,” Ares replies, and spits at the keys.

“Actually I’m planning on fucking her,” Aaron replies, jerking his head back at me. “You don’t have to be alive for that.”

Ares eyes flick to me and whatever he sees on my face makes his pale. I squeeze the door handle so hard my knuckles hurt. Then, Ares lunges for Aaron. For the gun.

“Delaney! Run!”

Bang!

The secluded clearing explodes with noise — the echo of the gun, shrieking birds that take off out of the trees, and my own inhuman scream. I fling myself out of the car and scramble on my hands and knees towards Ares — defying him and ignoring my own self-preservation.

On his knees, Ares cradles his hand. Spittle flies out of his mouth as he hisses through clenched teeth. Ignoring the grazes on my knees and the dust in my eyes, I cling to his side.

“Ares, Ares— Oh, God! Oh, fuck. You’re hurt.”

Blood pours from the hole in his hand, dripping down his forearm in thick rivulets and splatting onto the ground from the point of his elbow.

“Told you to fucking run,” he growls at me. He shoots me a look, dark with anger.

“I haven’t listened to you yet, what made you think I’d start now?”

Ares snorts derisively, then winces.

Aaron’s hand comes down to clamp on the back of Ares’ shirt and hauls him up.

“Play with guns, get hurt,” he tuts as he drags Ares away. I start to follow and the gun is suddenly trained on me. “Come on, Del, don’t do anything stupid.”

I stop moving, watching with rising panic as he pulls Ares over to a padlocked metal gate by an overgrown track.

“Wait for me in the backseat like a good girl and your boyfriend will make it through the day, okay?”

I know that Ares wants me to run, and if I did it now, I know in my heart that he’d sacrifice himself for me. He’d throw himself on Aaron and probably take another bullet — this one a lot more fatal. But I can’t let Ares die. I got him into all this, all those years ago, so letting him die here would be like pulling the trigger myself.

No, the only way to get out of this is to keep my head down and do what I’ve been doing for half my life…

I walk numbly back to the car and perch on the backseat. Aaron uncuffs Ares’ destroyed hand and loops it through the gate, locking him into place again. Trapping him far enough way that he can’t intervene, but so that he can still watch. It’s torture for Ares, plain and simple. As Aaron walks towards me, already loosening his belt, Ares rages.

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