Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
My gaze wanders over to Star and I find her watching me intently. She’s got no clothes on and she’s not even crossing her arms, trying to cover her breasts. She just stands there, eyes locked with mine, daring me to make a move.
I don’t think she’d mind if I tried to keep her for myself. I think she might like the idea that I’d fight for her. And I would, but Declan and Quaid are important and I’m not really an impulsive man, so I say, “We can sort it out later,” talking only to her. “Right now, I need them.”
“And so do I,” she says, tilting her chin up. “I like you all.” She looks around, finding Quaid’s eyes first, then Declan’s, and then finally, her eyes meet mine once again. “I want you.” She points to me. “And Quaid. And Declan.”
“All right,” I say.
“What is happening here?” Declan asks. When I look over at him, I find him making a little motion with his finger between Star and me.
“Nothing,” I say. “There’s nothing going on between Star and me at all. But there’s definitely something going on between the four of us. And that’s all I’m thinking about at the moment.”
“She made you her safe word,” Quaid blurts.
I look at him. “What?”
“Yeah. You. If I got out of control, she said she was gonna call for you.”
I glance at Star again with an eyebrow cocked.
She shrugs. “What? You’re the son of Ares. Warrior king extraordinaire, or some such shit, right? Who better to save me from an out-of-control moment of heat?”
“Anyway,” I say, trying to change the subject for like the hundredth time. “As I was saying, there’s a real connection between us and—”
“Yeah,” Star interrupts. “And it’s sexual. Between me and all three of you guys. So…”
I blink at her. “OK. Fine. You guys want to have this out? You want to waste time talking about feelings instead of plotting our escape? Whatever. Let’s do it.” I look at Star first. “I’m gonna fuck you. Hard. Regularly. Forever. You’re mine. Not only did I claim you first, I fucked you first. Which, under Olympian laws, means you’re rightfully mine. So get ready to be ravished three or four times a day. What you do in between those times is up to you.”
I look at Declan next. “Enjoy, friend. I think you’re a decent demigod and I don’t mind sharing with you as long as you respect my claim.”
Then I look at Quaid. “If she ever calls out my name when you’re fucking her, I will annihilate you. I will rip your cock right off your body and feed it to the hounds of hell. And after that’s done, I’m gonna get nasty. There.” I throw my arms open wide. “Have I sufficiently displayed my jealous gene? Do you all feel better now that I’ve acted in character? Are you satisfied? Can we please get on with the escape plan now?”
Declan raises an eyebrow at me. “You’re really not jealous?”
I shrug. “Of you two?” Which makes him laugh. “Bro, it’s not even up to me. It’s up to her.” I point to Star. “She likes all three of us. She wants to fuck all three of us.” I narrow my eyes a little at Declan and Quaid because while Declan hasn’t displayed it much, he’s got a freak vibe coming off him. And even though I’d have never guessed Quaid was a dom, I can see it now and I’d just like to nip this shit in the bud. “Just don’t try your kinks out on me, OK? I am not interested. I don’t want reports, or retellings, or play-by-plays. Now can we please get on with the business at hand?”
Finally, I think it sinks in because the three of them trade casual looks and shrugs, then turn their attention back to me with expectant eyes.
“Good,” I say. “Now listen. Here’s how I see it. Star and I together do something to the maze. Probably because I ran this thing thousands of times. I’m connected to it. At the very least, Ares is connected to it and I’m connected to him. I think the glowing walls are saying something.”
“The way out,” Star adds.
I point at her. “Yes. It’s like a cheat. You know, in a game? Because that’s all this place is. Just a game. I’ve been thinking about those glowing symbols on the walls and I think they’re some kind of record of my time here.”
“How’s that work?” Quaid asks.
I shrug. “I dunno. I’m not sure it matters how it works. When Star and I were running, the song would play. Like the wind we created triggered something.” Now I point to myself. “I think that was me. The song? It’s mine.”
“But I’ve been hearing it since I was a girl,” Star says. “Why?”