Page 36 of The Brothers Bane

“Not cool, dude!”

Erebus vibrates with silent laughter that reverberates inside my head, and I can’t help but stare in wonder at the so-calledmonstrousjunk he’s holding in one hand. His cock seems to have even more spikes than it did the last time we fucked, but the spine that he evidently jabbed Pan with recedes back into his cock. His entire body morphs into the human man he showed me the first time he set foot here, complete with brilliant, intricate armor covering his entire body.

“You all disgust me, if I’m being honest,” Campe says. “He’s just the worst because he never covers up.”

“He’d look pretty strange wearing pants as a hound,” Pan says.

I study Campe’s obstinate expression and get the impression that she’s protesting a little much for such a benign thing. Hell, I’m naked right now, and so is Campe, and no one seems to give a shit. Pan doesn’t bother with clothing since his lower half is covered in fur. And Erebus in his true form has no use for clothes since he’s mostly shadows.

Besides, I’ve been around shifters enough to get used to seeing a lot of naked flesh. Seeing dicks on the regular kind of desensitizes you to them. Unless they’re big shining oil-slick black dicks with spines all over them. I cast another glance at Erebus, though his cock is covered with a shining obsidian codpiece now, and catch his suggestive smirk at me.

“I’m ready whenever you need me, Nemea.”His promise is a velvet caress inside my mind that makes my cheeks heat and my core pulse with fresh need. I’m yet again astounded by the way my desire creeps up on me when I’m around them.

I’ve gotten used to the ache that betrays the power within me, signifying its level as clearly as if I wore a fuel gauge on my wrist. I’m not low, but neither am I full, and now that Campe’s part of me, I can sense my capacity has increased.

Campe narrows her eyes at Pan and starts to respond to his retort about pants, but is stalled when Chrysaor reappears. He’s frowning and shaking his head.

“He can’t pass through. We tried several times, but he just steps out onto the bridge outside my room, not into the sanctuary. He can’t even see what I can see past the threshold.”

“He has not properly bonded with Nemea yet,” Asterius says. “But if the rest of us are any indication, an exchange of bodily fluids should be enough. Perhaps one of us can be a go-between.”

“I volunteer!” Pan says, raising a hand before any of the others can speak up. But even as Pan takes a step toward the door, I find myself lifted upon a shadow and flown to the threshold.

“Hey! I called dibs!” Pan yells at my back as Erebus solidifies from shadows into the shape of the armored man again. He raises a middle finger at Pan and grins down at me.

“He’ll live. Let’s get the hound bonded with you. I can do it faster.”

I’ve barely steadied myself on my feet when he drops to his knees in front of me, clasps both hands on my ass cheeks, and presses his mouth to my pussy.

“Oh fuck!” I grab hold of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair as his devilish tongue slips inside me. Unlike Campe, he doesn’t draw it out. My flesh is still sensitive from making love to both Alcides and Campe back-to-back, yet somehow Erebus manages to take me to my peak as swiftly as if I’d been at the end of a long dry spell. I come in a rush so strong my knees go weak, but Pan has finally made it to us and catches me, cradling me in his arms.

Erebus is already gone, slipping through the doorway where I can now see the huge three-headed hound waiting on the other side. He rises on his hind legs, transforming into a beefy, naked man with a shaggy mop of curly, dark hair and scruffy five o’clock shadow on his face.

Erebus instantly solidifies in front of him and clasps his hands on either side of Cerberus’ jaw, kissing him deeply. It’s the first time I’ve seen any of them being intimate with each other, and while I know from conversations that they occasionally engaged in sex play together, according to Asterius, it hasn’t happened in quite a while.

But watching the pair kiss, it’s clear they’re no strangers to fooling around. Erebus lingers only a moment, as if savoring it, then falls to his knees in front of Cerberus.

I remember from our first conversation that he has three cocks, but I’m not exactly prepared to see them. All three are stiff and thick, jutting up from his pelvis like a trio of strange mushrooms clustered on the side of a tree trunk. Two rise side-by-side at the top while the third curves up from underneath, like an inverted triangle. His fat balls hang down beneath the lower one, heavy and dark.

When Pan chuckles, I realize I must’ve made a noise.

“He’s pretty humble about them, despite Campe’s gripes. But now you’ve seen all our cocks, which do you like best?”

I’m still speechless, unable to tear my gaze away as Erebus transforms back into his monstrous shape, opens his mouth so wide it’s as if he’s unhinged his jaw, and engulfs all three of the massive hard shafts, coiling his long tongue around them like a dark, shining snake.

It’s both obscene and one of the biggest fucking turn-ons I’ve experienced since I met these guys.

“He can’t see us,” Pan murmurs in my ear. “Do you want to fuck while you watch?”

I shake my head, urging him to set me down, then move as close to the open doorway as I can without passing through.

Cerberus is more than just his three impressive dicks; he’s an intensely attractive man, with a physique as cut as the others, light brown skin and full lips. His amber eyes practically glow as he stares down at Erebus for a beat before tilting his head back on a moan and resting a hand on Erebus’ head. His neck glistens with a sheen of sweat and his Adam’s apple bobs with the groans of pleasure he emits between dirty words.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your tongue. I’m so sick of sucking my own dick to get off. Tell me, is she worth all this fucking hassle?”

Erebus doesn’t slow his pace, but Cerberus gives a throaty laugh, baring straight white teeth and sharp canines.

“She’s watching through the door right now?” He lowers his head to face the doorway again, gaze scanning right across where I stand, unseeing yet aware.

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