Stay, hands. Stay.
Slowly, she worked her mouth up and down my length, using her strength to keep me from moving even an inch.
This went on for far, far too long, bringing me nearly to the brink before she finally released me with a satisfying pop.
I shuddered, breathing heavily and looking down at her through hooded eyes.
She licked her lips as she stared up at me. "Would you like to return the favor?”
Yes.
No. Stay calm, cool.
"You mean slowly torture you?” I asked.
"Touch me, Jason.” She pleaded.
Fuck calm.
"Finally," I growled and lunged for her.
She squeaked as I lifted her up, her weightless body easy to manipulate as I pushed her up against the wall. Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I was at the perfect height to lick her glistening pussy.
My hands went up to knead her breasts as I delved my tongue into her heat. She was so wet for me, and her moans were so perfect.
"What do we have here?"
I barely pulled myself away from Atalanta to look over at the open door.
"Percy." My arousal spiked even higher under his darkening gaze as he took in the sight before him.
"Having breakfast without me?"
I noticed how when he entered he quickly shifted to his human form, his lean physique and large member all out on display.
Trying to keep it cool, I said, "I wasn't aware you would be joining us."
"I had to make sure you were okay. I see now that I should not have worried so much."
Flutters started in my stomach at hearing those words. I looked back at Atalanta, her gaze filled with such lust I knew the fact that he was here, watching us, was driving her wild.
"Now that you’re here, why don’t you stay?”
"Gladly." He shut the doors behind him, and for a moment, only the glow of his eyes were visible before mine readjusted to the darkness again.
He floated over to us, standing so close to my naked body, yet I could only just feel the warmth of his cold flesh. "Atalanta."
"Percy," she panted.
In a swift motion, Percy pulled her into a commanding kiss. I was definitely thinking about how my cock had been in that mouth only moments ago.
Atalanta gripped her hands into my hair, and taking that as my cue, I got back to it, devouring her cunt like it was the tastiest cake I had ever eaten. Her moans were swallowed up by Percy’s kiss as he stole one of her breasts from me, working at it, caressing it while I did the same to the other.
She was writhing in our hands. Lost in the pleasure we were giving her.
She pulled away from Percy with a gasp. "Jason, I need…”
I hummed as I paid special attention to her clit.
"I need you inside of me."
I ran my tongue along her slit one more time before asking, ”Are you sure?"
“Yes, I’m sure."
"Are you super duper sure?” I teased.
“Jason." She warned.
I chuckled and pulled away from her pussy, only to be grabbed by Percy, his mouth slamming into mine, his tongue delving into my mouth, searching, tasting. Just like that moment in the hospital. Hope and heat bloomed in my chest, and damn, now I was torn between kissing him and fucking Atalanta.
He made the decision for me when he broke away moments later, my mouth following his.
He chuckled and licked his lips. "That tastes divine."
I blinked and looked at Atalanta, who also stared at Percy with a shock and arousal. It was Percy who broke the moment again when he unwrapped Atalanta's legs from around my shoulders and guided her down, rewrapping them around my waist. Her heat pressed right up against me.
"Fuck her, Jason.” Percy commanded before he kissed my shoulder.
I felt it then, the shift, the realization that it was no longer Atalanta or I driving this encounter, but Percy.
Readjusting myself until my tip was pressed against her entrance, I looked at her for affirmation. When she nodded, I pushed in slowly, my hands going around to cup her ass.
"Holy crap, you’re so tight." I hissed.
Her hands gripped my upper arms, claws digging in. I hesitated, worried it had been too long and I was hurting her, until she growled at me and used her legs to shove herself all the way onto my shaft.
Gods, she felt incredible.
"Jason," Percy said, gripping my hips, coaxing me to pull out of Atalanta and thrust into her again, this time a little faster.
It was amazing, feeling my cock diving in and out of Atalanta's tight sheath while Percy drew himself closer, his cool body pressed against my back, his hands on my hips. His lips kissing and nipping my neck and shoulder. His hard cock wedged between my ass cheeks.
I lost it.
I pounded with no restraint into Atalanta. Our moans echoed off the coral walls of the hotel room.
As I was getting close, one of Percy's hands let go of my waist and moved around me to brush his fingers against Atalanta's clit.
"Yes!" She yelled, and I felt her tighten up around me, ready to cum.
I hadn't even noticed when Percy's other hand left my waist to stroke his own cock. We all worked each other into a frenzy before jumping off that cliff.
I came so hard, and with my body so exhausted from everything that had happened, I collapsed, leaning heavily against Atalanta and the wall behind her. I could feel Percy's hot cum on my back before the water washed it away, and Atalanta's pussy quivering around me. Sparks burst in front of my vision and I felt a snap. Our bond had just grown stronger. We were one step away from becoming full fledged mates, I could feel it. My awareness of her was so heightened I could have sworn I knew exactly what she was feeling.
And Percy had finally shown his hand. He didn’t just view me as his assistant, or his friend. No, looking up into his eyes, I could tell I meant much more to him than he was willing to admit.
“Jason," Atalanta said, concern lacing her words.
"Yes?"
"I think you popped open your stitches. You’re bleeding.”
I chuckled. "Worth it.”
In fact, I may have gone another round on savoring Atalanta’s beautiful body while Percy assisted, paying his own special attention to her neck and breasts.
We were all panting heavily, with stupid grins on our faces, sprawled across one another on the floor when Callum knocked on the door.
“You nasty eel snakes better make yourselves decent. We leave in twenty!” Callum called through the door.
I groaned and rested my head back on Atalanta’s stomach. “Time to face the wolves.”
“More like sharks.” Percy murmured.
I grinned. “Big fat sharks, who drool, and don’t like cake.”
She gasped and my head bounced with her laughter. “How could they be fat if they don’t like cake? And what the fuck is an eel snake?”
“They fill their tummies with little children.” I answered.
“And eel snakes aren’t real, it is just an idiom,” Percy said, with his big, knowledgeable brain.
“I mean, technically we aren’t real either.” Atalanta said slowly, on a total sex high.
“Shit, you right.” I gasped.
The three of us cracked up laughing. Percy had to have been on a sex high as well, because I had never heard him laugh so unabashedly, his deep voice warming the cold pit that had formed in my center.
“Alright, we should go.” I slowly sat up and let my change overtake me. The closest version to decent I had.
Atalanta watched my change with fascination and then Percy’s right after. I noticed a moment where they shared a look. I believe she was giving Percy the courage to be in his true form.
“Do you think the others will be jealous of what just happened here?” She asked as she awkwardly slipped her pants back on, stumbling sideways in the water.
I smiled and set her upright, holding her while she finished. “We can’t guarantee they will be 100% happy with it, but trust me when I say they won’t take it out on you.”
“We, however, might lose some scales.” Percy commented.
“I’m sorry!” Atalanta exclaimed, looking worried.
Percy shook his head vigorously, eyes wide. “No, I’m sorry, I was only joking. It was in bad taste.”
She still looked somewhat panicked.
I rubbed her back, trying to comfort her. “We should get going.”
Carefully, she exited the room, looking around before fully swimming out.
I began to follow when the twinge of pain from my wound made me flinch back and groan.
“I probably shouldn’t have let you exert yourself like that.” Percy hooked his arm under mine and helped me along.
“Probably, but…I mean.” I smirked and tilted my head at him.
He chuckled. “Yeah.”
“Do you think it was too soon?”
“It was her choice, Jason. If you keep letting your heart fill with doubt, you will only stunt the relationship you’re cultivating.”
I nodded, lost in my own thoughts. For years, I had been groomed to one day become the next head of the family. An agreement my parents begrudgingly agreed to after I was born. In exchange for my future, I could live out my childhood on land with my parents. My family wouldn’t interfere with my life or the town which they held power over beyond teaching me.
My entire life, chained to a path I didn’t choose. Meeting Atalanta, choosing her, was the first time I had ever gone against that.
We followed Atalanta and the guard, Callum, down to the floor where Hip, Theseus and Ajax were waiting.
The three of them studied us. Ajax’s expression remained unchanged, but the unmistakable spark of jealousy in Theseus and Hip’s eyes made guilt, and something akin to pride, war in my chest.
They didn’t say anything about it, though. They simply flocked around Atalanta. Asking her how she slept and if she was hungry.
Callum assured us that we would get to eat after the trial was finished. They wanted us hungry. Hunger stripped away our energy, made us more honest. Not that there was much point.
Calder arrived with several of his personal guards to escort us. As they brought us outside, Calder took my arm, pulling me away from Percy and dragging me to the side. Percy growled and moved to protest, but with a snap of Calder’s fingers, several guards pulled Percy away.
“Jason. Are you well?”
I leaned against the wall of the building, supporting myself. “As well as I can be, Uncle.”
“I just want you to know that I didn’t want you to get hurt.” He said, putting his hand on my shoulder.
He looked sincere and as someone who I had long looked up to, it made me happy to know that he actually cared, and yet…if Calder was anything, it was ambitious, and it was that ambition that caused me to be stabbed and put us in this situation.
“But it’s what happened, Uncle. This was your decision to force the issue and you have to live with those consequences.”
Turning away from him, I powered through the pain and followed after my friends.