Page 50 of A Subtle Scar
“You are not tricking Chandler into letting you fuck him. Chandler, darling, Hermes can go without breathing for a few hours. Feed him your cock again,” Charon said, and he had an air of command about him that he underlined not just by slapping Hermes again but also by a hard thrust.
It propelled Hermes forward, and before I knew it, I was being sucked off again while a dominant Charon turned me on at the same time.
At that point—and with Charon looking like the most indomitable Dom ever—I surrendered. I let my head fall back and reached forward until I could bury my hands in Hermes’s golden curls, and he hummed, the vibration hitting my cock like an electric current.
I was moments away from cumming. I reached down with my other hand as well, but instead of weaving my fingers around wavy curls, Hermes took my hand, his skin warm and dry.
I’d always had a thing for hands and handholding, especially in bed, but it was an intimacy thing, not a kinky thing, so I didn’t do it much. I shivered when Hermes touched me, the rightness of the touch washing over me like a tidal wave. I let out a sigh that skewed toward a low whimper, and Hermes’s thumb stroked my knuckles. I reacted by pulling his hair even harder, and he reacted by swallowing around me, and that was enough.
My spine arched off the bed, and since I didn’t want to look in case there was anything other than lust in either immortal’s eyes, I pushed my head into the pillows.
“Well done, darling. Oh, look at how hot you are when you spill,” Charon said.
Hermes pulled off. “Yes, you—ahh, Ronny, you…”
I dared a glance because from the sounds, I could guess what was happening. Seeing it was a whole different matter. Charon’s hair moved with him, and both immortals had a sheen of sweat slicking their skin. Hermes craned his head back as Charon came, all his muscles straining as he pushed his release deep into Hermes. After only a moment, Charon pulled out, and Hermes sagged to the mattress.
“Ronny,” Hermes said, breathless.
Charon was moving already. Toward me. Before I could look away, he made eye contact, and then for some reason that likely had to do with him being a freaking immortal, I couldn’t look away again.
“Ready to sleep now, darling?” Charon said, his voice soft as the rivers of the night.
I nodded, jaw clamped tight. Good sex could come with an emotional release, I knew that, but I didn’t care for it. Especially not while I was staying at a hotel for a murder investigation.
“What the hell, Ronny! You could’ve at least given me a heads-up and I’d have rubbed one out,” Hermes said. Then he reached down and pulled the sheets and comforter up.
“Doesn’t feel good when you’re left high and dry, does it?” Charon said and nudged me to the side so he could fluff the pillows.
“You’re making too much of this. You know what a nice person would do? They’d offer to suck me off in the shower tomorrow morning. Hmm. Maybe I should tell the Dragon Mother about this.” Hermes snuggled next to my other side and pulled the comforter up over all of us.
Charon tsked. He settled down on my left, and Hermes wiggled his ass in place on my right. “Don’t be childish, Hermes. And stop calling me Ronny.”
“Sure, Ronny, whatever you say.” Hermes leaned toward me and planted a kiss in the bend of my neck and shoulder. “Good night, baby. You taste fucking delicious.”
“And you look stunning,” Charon said, and…brushed my hair, too gently, as if he cared a lot. I squeezed my eyes shut, because the best way to get out of this situation without having to confront the duo of immortals was to play dead, or rather play asleep, so I did that.
I felt a small pulse of magic, and the room went dark.
“Sleep well, Chandler. We’ll keep you warm,” Charon said, his voice just a whisper in the darkness.
I wasn’t sure whether he was doing magic on me again or whether I just imagined that, but either way, sleep found me quickly, and I was grateful for it.
Victor and I had always shared a room, of course. We’d been expected to sleep in our own beds when we got older, but that never really stuck. After all, we’d been close, ever since before we’d been born, and it had felt off to be apart, just a wrongness in the back of our heads.
For a moment, it was like that. As if Victor were lying next to me, breathing with me, protecting me in the same way I protected him, comforting me like I did him. The phantom pain, which unfailingly haunted me when I relaxed and let it, eased, and I breathed deep, smelled cloves and cedarwood.
And with that, I realized the immortals on either side of me were not Victor, and I remembered. I’d failed to protect him. And Victor wasn’t here anymore.
Hermes and Charon were very much present though, and they were both cuddling me as if I were their teddy bear. Early morning light came in through the windows, from the edges where the curtains hadn’t been drawn properly, and I cracked my eyes open.
I was on my left side, facing Charon, and the mythical ferryman was asleep, his long hair running over his cheek and neck, vanishing under the covers and probably pooling behind him. I was pretty sure he was the one who had his legs tangled with mine, or they both had.
Hermes was behind me, and with him being taller, he’d folded himself around me so that his head was above mine, his every exhale running along a few of Charon’s hairs and making them tremble in the current. Hermes had a hand on my chest, and his chest was a firm presence behind my shoulders. I was trapped between a very firm immortal and a pretty one, and this was not how my mornings normally started.
I pressed my lips tight and considered my options. Really, there weren’t all that many, but getting out of this sandwich situation seemed like a decent start. I carefully disentangled my legs, or tried to.
Charon sighed in his sleep, and with the arm he’d slung over me, he pulled me closer. That in turn made Hermes cuddle up to me.
