Page 45 of The Brothers Bane

Campe follows suit without hesitation when Alcides releases my mouth, her lips pressing against mine with an urgency that matches my own growing need.

In that moment of heated desire, there’s only one place I want to be. With a thought and a pulse of energy, we’re enveloped in a swirl of magic and teleported away from the training field, back to my secret dimension where no one can disturb us.

20

Nemea

Campe’s sword clangs to the ground and she closes in tight, cupping my face in both hands as she claims my mouth fully once more. Alcides is at my back, hands gripping my hips to press his hard erection into my ass while he kisses my neck.

Campe’s insatiable, but so am I. I claw at her leather breastplate, only for it to dissolve into nothing beneath my hands, leaving me groaning as my palms meet soft, supple flesh. I cup her breasts and thumb her nipples, gratified by the moan that she delivers into my mouth.

She drops one hand, a sharp talon extending from her fingertip, and swipes it straight down the front of my clothing. My cotton tank top and sports bra are no match; they fall open, hanging off my shoulders only for Alcides to quickly pull them off and discard them. She makes quick work of my shorts next, slicing them off me quickly. Alcides tears my panties off, leaving me in nothing but my boots, then quickly sheds his own clothing.

I’m chest-to-chest with Campe and I slide my hand down her belly, dipping between her legs. Her wet heat sears my fingertip and drives my own need higher, but Alcides is already sliding a hand over my hip and down my pelvis to tease between my folds.

It isn’t until Alcides backs us up and sits, pulling me onto his lap, that Campe takes a breath to look around.

“This is new. Much better than before,” she comments, taking in the pavilion we’re in, something I crafted in the split-second between wanting to be here and arriving tangled between them. It rests at the end of a short path that joins it to the temple with all its doors. The pavilion is surrounded by marble columns, much like the temple, a big bed occupying its center.

“I thought we needed a dedicated spot for… well, for this,” I say.

Alcides is back to kissing my neck and shoulder, palming my breast with one hand while he strokes between my legs with another. “I need to be inside you,” he rumbles against my ear. “Lift up.”

He squeezes my hip, and I eagerly rise and straddle his lap, peeking over my shoulder at him, only to find his attention fixed on my ass as he grips his cock and aims it up. His long eyelashes flutter closed as I slowly sink down on his thick shaft, sighing at the delicious stretch as he fills me.

“Fuck, you feel as if you were made to sheathe my cock, Nemea.”

“Mmm,” is all I can utter as he wraps both arms around my torso, pulling me tight against his warm, hard chest. My feet just touch the ground enough that I can leverage myself up and down on his cock while he pushes up into me with every undulation of my hips.

Campe moves close, standing just out of reach as she watches us with a heated gaze, head cocked and one hand gripping her own breast. She toys with her nipple, then dips a finger of her other hand between her legs to tease her own clit.

This is the first chance I’ve had to really see her in all her glory, and she is breathtakingly beautiful, though with an edge of steel that’s as intimidating as it is dead-ass sexy. Iridescent scales shimmer at the edges of her body, on her shoulders and over the tops of her arms. Fainter traces of them hint across her chest and down the center of her toned belly. Her pussy is bare, glistening with wetness that makes my mouth water.

“Spread your legs a little, love,” she says in a husky purr. “I want to watch him fuck your sweet little pussy for a minute.”

The dark tip of her forked tongue darts out to lick her lips as her gaze fixes where Alcides and I are joined. I bite my lip, recalling how devastating she was with that tongue the night before.

She seems to read my mind, because she smirks and says, “Do you want this tongue on that clit? Let me see you play with yourself a little first, then you can have it. Don’t let yourself come until I’m eating that juicy cunt, though. That’s a hard rule.”

“Uh-huh,” I acknowledge as I push my hand between my legs and stroke my clit the tiniest bit. I’m hypersensitive, though, and one stroke nearly sends me over the edge. I reflexively clench around Alcides, who lets out a low growl against my neck.

“She wants you to edge yourself. Keep touching yourself. You know how to hold it back, just like you do with your magic.”

But somehow holdingthisback is ten million times more difficult than holding my magic inside me. The magic has been tamed somewhat, while my desire is a wild thing, ready to break free, especially when I’m taunting it this way.

My clit is a stiff, swollen nub jutting out from beneath its hood, but I do as I’m told, stroking over the top of the hood rather than underneath just to keep from coming too soon.

“That’s right,” Alcides says, his thrust at an angle that perfectly strokes my G-spot, making holding back even more of a challenge. He leans back a little, defying gravity, but taking over my movements by grabbing my hips to easily lift and lower me on his cock.

The feeling of being a toy to him only makes me even hotter.

“Please,” I beg, staring at Campe, who’s rubbing her clit a little harder. Her cheeks are flushed, and I think she might be close to coming herself.

“When he’s close. I want to taste both of you coming on my tongue. I want to devour the power you have to give me.”

“I’m fucking on the edge right now,” Alcides grits out. “If you want us, come get us.” He widens his legs in invitation.

She closes the distance and drops to her knees, pressing her palms to my inner thighs as she leans in close, lashing her tongue across my clit before wrapping her mouth around me and tonguing me close.

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