For the Love of a God [Gods of Olympus] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Lynn Tyler

that.
    He was even happier when Talia steadied his dick with one hand and lowered herself on to him. Oh gods, she felt amazing. Better than anything else in the world, except for maybe Neil’s cock in his ass.
    She swiveled her hips, grinding down on him, and he had to clench all the muscles in his body to keep from exploding. Shit, he even had to curl his toes in.
    Neil took one hand and pushed Talia down so that she was chest-to-chest with Eros. Perfect. Now he could nibble on that long, delicate neck he’d admired for so long.
    He skimmed his lips over her skin, searching out any spots that made her shiver.
    It wasn’t until she jerked against him, her inner muscles squeezing around his cock, that he realized Neil had been doing some exploring of his own. Exactly three seconds later, a wet finger traced up his balls. “Think Talia has ever had anything in this sweet ass, boy?”
    Oh, Neil was going to pay for that. He could feel the smart-mouth answer that Talia was about to give in the tension of her body.
    “Sure have,” she said sweetly, although there was a hint of heat in her voice. “But don’t hold your breath on your dick getting in there anytime soon.”
    Eros buried his smile in the crook of her neck. It looked like Neil was going to have to learn that Talia was just as dominant as he was.
    “Come on, sweetie,” Neil crooned. “You want to feel me inside this little hole. You want to feel the fullness that you can only get by having both of these holes filled.”
    Talia sat up, making sure to keep his dick embedded firmly in her pussy, for which Eros was extremely grateful. “Make no mistake, Neil. I may submit to some of your requests, but that’s because I want to. You are not my Dom. Nor do I want you to be my Dom.”
    Eros was fascinated with the power struggle that was flowing between Neil and Talia. He couldn’t begin to guess who would back down first.
    Ultimately, Neil seemed to sense that Talia wasn’t bluffing. She would do exactly what she wanted, no more, no less. “Fine, Tal. Would you like it if we took you together?”
    Talia’s expression melted in to a relieved smile. “Yes, very much. You’ll have to go slow, though. It’s been a while since I’ve indulged in anal play.”
    Eros groaned. Any slower and he might just blow an artery or something. But he had no desire to see Talia hurt. He stayed as still as he could, letting Neil stretch her out carefully. It was pure torture. Neil’s fingers crept along his dick, separated only by a thin barrier of skin and a layer of latex.
    By the time the two of them decided they were ready, Eros was sweating bullets. The coppery taste of blood lingered on his tongue, and he realized that he’d bitten through his lip in his attempt to be patient.
    She was impossibly tight around him by the time Neil had worked his way fully inside her. Her muscles rippled around him, grabbing at him and milking him.
    Oh, fuck . There was no way he could last, and while Talia looked like she was enjoying herself, she didn’t look as if she was particularly close to coming.
    Gods, he had to do something. Eros closed his eyes and concentrated on sending a wave of sensation to her pussy. He narrowed the focus of the stimulation until it was centered directly over her clit.
    Talia cried out, and he opened his eyes to see her expression of surprised pleasure.
    Just hold on until she comes . Eros didn’t have to wait long. Talia screamed, and her pussy began to contract around him.
    Behind her, Neil’s eyes widened in, and he gasped. Eros could feel Neil’s dick throbbing as he, too, came.
    Maybe Eros put just a little too much power behind his attempt to speed things along.
    His body didn’t care, though. Eros came in long, extended waves, his entire body jerking with each new contraction. Everything went black with the force of his pleasure.
    He must have passed out because the next thing he knew, Neil was leaning over him, unlocking the handcuffs from