Page 14 of Gilded Gods

I stroll into the den.

Their heads turn to me.

One at a time.

First, Ares. Then Apollo. Even Atlas looks up from his sketchbook.

Ares spreads his legs wider when his eyes land on me. With him wearing tight, gray sweatpants, I can see the outline of his dick through them.

Holy fucking hell.

He’s not even hard and could hurt someone with that thing. As my eyes sweep over the group, I wonder if his brothers are equally endowed.

What is my problem?

My mind keeps drifting back to dark, dirty places whenever I’m around them.

Ares’s eyes appraise every inch of my body. He licks his lips when he gets to my breasts for the third time. “Come to chill with us, little sis?”

I scan the couch, wondering if I should drop into the cushion beside him or return to my room.

“Need somewhere to sit?” Ares notices my silent deliberation, never missing a beat. “You can sit on my face.” He sticks out his tongue and acts like he’s eating my pussy. He taps his fingers on his thigh beside his massive dick when I don’t respond. “Or you can sit on my lap and let me give you a ride.”

“Hard pass.” I move in front of him, holding out my palm. “Give me the remote.”

He leans back, so I’m even more aware of the ridges of his chiseled abdomen and the fact he’s not wearing underwear. Shirtless and completely covered in tattoos, I can’t see many places for Ares to add more ink.

Ares raises his arms above his head, keeping the remote out of my reach. “You want it, little dragon? Come and get it.”

I bend forward, and Ares grabs my boob with his free hand. I’m suddenly aware that I forgot to wear a bra around them.

Fuck.

It’s not like I should have to wear a bra in my own house when I’m trying to relax before bed. But now I have three men living with me and staring at me like a mouse caught in the lion’s den.

“Pig.” I smack his hand. “This is my house. Hand over the remote before I kick your ass.”

He gains pleasure from pissing me off. If there’s any truth to his hate-sex comment, this is foreplay to Ares. So I play along, hoping to give him the worst blue balls of his life.

I climb onto his lap and straddle him, reaching for the remote.

“If you want to fuck, baby,” Ares says, rocking his hips, “you only have to ask. I’m game.”

“I’m not yourbaby.” I fall forward to grab the remote, missing by a few inches. “Asshole.”

I crash into his face, and my top inches down, nearly exposing my hard nipple to the cold air. This isn’t Ares’s doing. My nipples are hard from the air conditioning blasting through the house.

Liar.

Before I can fix my shirt back into place, Ares shoves my top down the rest of the way and sucks my nipple into his mouth. It feels so good a moan slips past my lips. Our eyes connect for a split second, and my lips part slightly for him before I realize what’s happening.

This is so bad.

Why does it feel so good?

Atlas looks like he wants to take my other nipple into his mouth, but he watches with his twin.

When I finally come to my senses, I grip Ares by the hair and yank his mouth off my nipple, moving the fabric over the swollen bud wet with his saliva. “What the fuck was that?”

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