Page 24 of The Brothers Bane

“Open,” he says. “Taste yourself.”

I open my mouth wide enough for him to slide two fingers between my lips, tentatively licking around his fingertips. The flavor is tangy, new, but not unexpected. I’ve tasted women before, just not myself.

I take his fingers deeper, sucking gently while he stares down at me. When I’ve sucked him clean, he traces his wet fingertips across my lower lip again, then drops them to one breast, teasing them around my nipple.

Movement from the side catches my eye, and we both glance to the arm he’s propped himself up on. My tattoo has migrated halfway off my side, twining itself around Alcides’ muscular arm.

He frowns in confusion for a moment before laughing.

“He likes you,” I say.

“Indeed. I didn’t know it could do that.”

“He can do more,” I say with a wicked smile. With a thought, the octopus unravels itself from his arm and moves down my body, then reaches again, sliding four of its eight arms around Alcides’ hips.

I can sense its movements as easily as I sense my own hands, resting on Alcides’ shoulders. The octopus slides long tentacles over his ass, cupping both large mounds and squeezing.

He stares intently down at me, slowing his strokes.

“Do you want more?” I ask, my voice raspy.

“I don’t know,” he admits, brow furrowing. “Maybe.”

The octopus teases between his legs, one curious tip probing against his perineum, two others pulling his cheeks apart for the fourth to tease between. His eyes widen briefly and he lets out a soft gasp when that tentacle grazes across his puckered opening. He stills entirely, gaze fixed on mine.

“That feels good,” he says.

Smiling, I hook a hand around his elbow and turn to kiss his forearm, all while teasing him more. At my mental command, the octopus pushes inside him. He drops his head and lets out a groan.

“Fuck, no wonder they were always fucking each other so much.”

I chuckle. “You never thought to try it too? I’m sure Pan would’ve been happy to accommodate you.”

“I don’t believe in sex for the sake of sex. I didn’t have the same connection with any of them that I have with you.”

“Then we’ll have to make up for you missing out. Fuck me.”

He grins and starts moving again, this time with harder thrusts that take my breath with every deep plunge. The octopus keeps tempo, shallowly fucking his ass while teasing his balls from behind. Above me his big shoulder flexes with every movement, and I meet every roll of his hips with a tilt of my own.

“So good,” he murmurs, dipping again to kiss me. He deepens the kiss, and we share a moan as he quickens his pace. The tip of his perfectly curved cock rubs against my insides in exactly the right places. My pleasure remains a steady, delicious hum, but when he speeds up I’m close to flying once again. I cling to him and he dips lower, rocking his hips even deeper as he kisses me again, then stares deep into my eyes.

“You are everything, Nemea. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.”

His brow furrows with intense pleasure, and I’m sure mine reflects the same. His hips smack against me in rapid slaps, every thrust hitting me perfectly. My orgasm is sitting right at the very razor’s edge, and I hold onto it for as long as I can.

My octopus has ventured deeper into him, rubbing against that bundle of nerves inside his ass that’s the switch to drive him wild. His eyes suddenly widen and he lets out a roar, his cock slamming deep. He holds me by the hip as he comes, his cock pulsing into me. I let go in that moment, crying out with my own climax, tightening my legs around him and clamping him tight to me.

His gaze remains fixed on me, both of us panting hard through the aftershocks until we both heave shaky breaths, smiling like idiots at each other. My octopus has receded to dormancy on my skin again, and my body feels deliciously noodly after two amazing orgasms back-to-back.

Alcides slowly pulls himself up to his knees, but doesn’t let me roll over. He holds my knees wide as he pulls out and I can feel his cum dripping down my channel and over my ass. He smirks as he trails two fingers through the mess, pushes them inside my pussy, and pulls them out again.

Then he leans over me once again, cream-coated fingers held up. “You know how this works.”

I obediently open up and take his fingers again. The flavor this time is more salty-sweet than tangy, and I suck his fingers clean.

But I don’t immediately open my doors to him. I learned my lesson with Chrysaor, trying to draw him into me without asking first. I didn’t realize at the time that I wasn’t just sharing minds with him, that the sanctuary that manifests within me isn’t just a mental construct—it’s a place every bit as real as the prison I escaped from. And when we go there, we are physicallythere.

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