Part 11 (1/2)

aHow did you know?a Cas asked, walking toward them, hand still on his c.o.c.k.

Fiona sent him a triumphant smile. aYou taste different.a aDo we?a She nodded. aYouare smooth, like wine,a she told Cas. aPol is more likea”schnapps.a Cas blinked. aWhat is schnapps?a aLiquor with a bite, best drunk chilled.a Pol pretended to look horrified. aI hope you donat plan to chill me.a aNo.a She slanted him a wicked smile. aI like you warm.a Their shy Fiona was learning how s.e.xy she was.

Cas moved to Polas side. aDrink both of us,a he suggested.

Fiona gazed up at him, lips parted, as though head just offered her the chalice of ambrosia from Zeusa table. aCan I?a aI donat know, can you?a Pol grinned.

He moved closer to Cas, resting his arm on Casa shoulder. Double trouble, thatas what the G.o.ds of the Pantheon called them. Humans spun stories of Casa and Polas loyalty to each other, but the G.o.ds knew the truth.

h.e.l.l on wheels, Fiona had called them when shead scolded them for riding Hansa bike too fast. Cas should explain to her that they had nothing to do with h.e.l.l or even Hades. They were demiG.o.ds of the heavens, of the paradise of Olympus.

Fiona was smiling as though shead found paradise. She closed her mouth over Polas c.o.c.k, a look of rapture on her face. Then she backed away from him, turned her head, and took Casa.

Casa head rocked back. Oh yes, this was heaven. His fingers tightened on Polas arm, and Pol held him upright, laughing softly.

aSheas good, isnat she?a aShe is perfection,a Cas corrected him.

Fiona went back and fortha”Pol and Cas, Cas and Pol. Her mouth was hot and wet and made Cas crazy. Every time she drew away, he wanted to grab her and drag her back, and he knew Pol wanted the same. He wanted to haul her to the bed and f.u.c.k her, him alone, to tell her who she belonged to first.

At the same time, he wanted Pol to enjoy himself as well. His brother did, grunting as she slid her mouth over him, moving his hips to f.u.c.k her mouth.

Cas felt the buildup behind his b.a.l.l.s that meant he was going to come. Fiona turned her mouth to him but he stepped out of the way.

Pol looked at him like head gone crazy. Cas shook his head. aNot yet. I want to do something else. Pol, let her drink from you on the bed.a Pol grinned slowly, knowing what Cas had in mind, and moved away from Fionaas questing mouth. She looked disappointed but then interested as Pol seated himself on the narrow bed and spread his legs, his feet dangling on either side of it.

Fiona brightened. She enjoyed gazing at Pol spread out like a feast, if the look on her face was anything to go by. When Pol beckoned to her with both hands, she went readily, smiling.

aOn your hands and knees,a Cas said. aTake him with your mouth.a Fiona obeyed. She crawled onto the bed and lowered her lips to cover Polas c.o.c.k, her a.s.s raised.

Thatas what he wanted. Cas found the bottle of oil, smoothed it over his ready and hot c.o.c.k, then climbed behind her.

He wouldnat take her a.s.s, that was for Pol. Fionaas p.u.s.s.y, on the other hand, had been made for Cas.

Cas placed his hands on her hips, positioned himself at her opening and slid himself inside in one firm stroke.

G.o.ds, yes. As before, their senses connected. He experienced her wonder and heart-pounding excitement to feel his c.o.c.k in her, and he experienced his own excitement of her squeezing down on him.

At the same time, through her, he connected with what she was doing with Pol. He felt Polas building urgency and the heat of her tongue as it brushed over Polas f.l.a.n.g.e. It was like f.u.c.king her and being sucked on at the same time.

He knew three would be better than one-on-one. He knew Pol felt what he did, the intense stimulation of her mouth on him and the feel of being inside her p.u.s.s.y.

And Fiona felt all of it. She began to writhe and squeal, trying to keep sucking on Pol while wanting to scream her ecstasy at what Cas was doing to her.

aThatas it, baby,a Pol said, swirling his hand through her fire-red hair. aKeep on it. Make me come.a She wriggled and moaned in her throat. Cas heard deeper moans and realized they came from him.

G.o.ds, having her was better than anything ever had been in his entire existence. Sweet Fiona, you were made for loving.

She loved being f.u.c.ked by them, plus she worried about them and tried to protect them. She was their champion, the woman who rescued them and faced down Selena for them.

Love you, baby. Love you.

He groaned and came. Pol came at the same time, and so did Fiona. The three of them spiraled to excitement together, Casa blood pounding with it.

He felt her p.u.s.s.y squeeze him hard, felt her tongue all over Polas c.o.c.k, felt her ecstasy pumping through her body. Head never had this connection before with any woman, and he knew that this meant she had been made for him.

And Pol.

Maybe Dionysus was looking out for them after all.

They slept after that, the three laid out on Fionaas bed, Cas holding her back against him while Pol snored on her other side. He breathed her fragrance as he slid into sleep, then he dreamed of making love to her.

They were on an island of golden sand while the blue, blue Mediterranean spread out before them, and he made love to Fiona on a beach. Pol lounged nearby, watching them while he sunned his naked body, his feet washed by the mild sea.

He seemed to hear the voice of his half sister, Artemis, daughter of Zeus and twin of Apollo. aFinally got it right, did you, Cas?a The voice was so clear that he awoke. Nothing stirred in the room, save for the faint breeze at the window.

Cas softly kissed Fionaas cheek, and her eyelids fluttered. aAh, you are awake,a he whispered.

She smiled and turned her head for a kiss.

Cas made love to her then and there, entering from behind her, barely moving on the bed. It was slow, warm s.e.x rather than the frantic frenzy theyad shared before.

On her other side, Pol awoke, smiled when he saw what they were doing, and joined in, playing with Fionaas b.r.e.a.s.t.s and quim until she was moaning and squirming between them.

Once Cas had climaxed, she took Pol in her mouth and finished him, all without them moving from the bed.

The full moon, Artemisa symbol, poured over the bed as they drifted to sleep again, and Cas swore he heard his half sister laugh.

When Fiona walked onto the site the next morning, everything seemed to be as normal. Archaeologists rose early because morning shadows were best for finding artifacts, and as usual, the dig was teeming at sunrise.

The smell of hot coffee beckoned her to an urn and she poured herself a cup. Hans was already hovering over his new stoa with Dr. Wheelan looking over his shoulder. Joan and Bob Whittington stood over a drawing spread across a bench, arguing with each other. All was normal.

When anyone glanced up and saw her in her work shorts and t-s.h.i.+rt, they either nodded good morning or waved, but other than that ignored her. Again, all as usual. Everyone was buried in their own tasks.

If they knew that Fiona had spent the night alternatively making love to two men and having Casa c.o.c.k in her while she sucked on Pol spread before her, they made no sign. Digs were such fonts of gossipa”archaeology was a small world in many waysa”that she was amazed no one seemed to know anything.

When the gray cat rubbed her ankles, she suddenly understood. Or thought she did. Had the cat stood guard outside the door and made sure none disturbed them all night?

Fiona still didnat know who the gray cat really was and if the creature was truly on their side. But she was keeping Selena away from them, and for that Fiona found the cat a strip of bacon and fed it to her.

Fiona had left Pol and Cas sleeping, one face up and one facedown, looking d.a.m.n enticing with the sheet tangled around their brown legs, torsos bare to the morning sun. Shead studied them a moment before she left, Polas black hair falling over his outstretched arm, Casa lips curved as he smiled in his sleep.

Fiona tried to banish the smile from her own lips as she walked across the dig to Hans and Dr. Wheelan.

aFiona.a Dr. Wheelan gestured to her absently. aAnother representative of the Greek antiquities department came about the jar. They want to see it. I offered them coffee.a He peered at the site, which was empty of any official-looking Athenian. aI suppose theyare about somewhere. Are you all right, my dear? You look pale.a aJust need my coffee,a Fiona said breathlessly. She turned away, scooped up the gray cat and headed for the pottery room. The cat didnat seem to mind. It relaxed against Fionaas shoulder and purred.