OURS

Ares's arms came around me from behind, pinning my arms to my sides. Atlas swooped in, wrapping his hands around my legs as I kicked out.

Apollo watched me with a chilling smile on his lips. They lifted me in unison as if I weighed nothing.

The silk of my dress slid up my thighs, exposing more of my milky skin. "Let me go!" I demanded, twisting myself away from them, but it was to no avail.

"You just chose for us, Princess," Apollo murmured as he led the way towards the guest wing.

We entered an elegantly decorated suite. The city's reflection became visible against the white marble and floor-to-ceiling windows.

A king-sized bed, draped in crisp white linen, stood in the center of the room. They didn't throw me onto it. They firmly placed me in the center of it.

Their calmness was more dangerous than the violence I was expecting.

Ares and Atlas stepped back, standing on either side of the bed while Apollo stood at its foot.

Apollo slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket. "You have lost the privilege of choosing, Princess."

My heart hammered against my ribs. "I don't want-"

"Your body tells a different story," Atlas interrupted. His voice came from my right, low and seductive.

"Your pulse is racing. Your skin is flushed. Even your defiance is a form of wanting." He climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside my hip. "Say it, Livia. Tell us to stop."

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Nothing but a shaky breath. Telling them that I wanted them to stop would be a lie my traitorous body refused to tell.

The memory of his touch under the table was burned into my skin. Apollo nodded, as if my silence was the answer he expected.

"Hold out her wrists."

"No."

Ares moved then, from my left side. He didn't speak. He simply took my left wrist in his large hand, the rough pad of his thumb running over my pulse.

His touch was strangely calming, even as it trapped me. Atlas took my right, his fingers intertwining with mine for a moment before he shifted to hold a firm grip on my wrist.

Apollo roughly removed his tie. He wrapped the fabric around my crossed wrists. It wasn't tight enough to hurt, but it was firm. He tied it off to the headboard, leaving my arms stretched above my head.

The position arched my back, pressing my breasts against the thin silk of my dress.

I was completely exposed to them.

"This is our decision, Princess," Apollo said, his gaze traveling the length of my pinned body.

Ares was at my neck, his mouth finding the mark he had left on the sensitive skin there. He didn't bite, not yet. He laved the sensitive skin with his tongue, a slow caress that made me whimper.

His stubble scraped against my delicate skin, a rough contrast to his relentless suction. "My mark," he growled against my throat, his voice vibrating through me.

Atlas's hands went to my legs. He pushed the silk of my dress up, bundling it at my waist. The cool air inside the room kissed my bare thighs and bare stomach.

His palms smoothed over my skin, moving from my knees to my hips. His thumbs pressed circles into the tender flesh of my inner thighs, and my back lifted off the mattress.

"So responsive," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear as I jerked against Apollo’s tie, wrapped around my wrists.

Atlas slid his free hand higher, his fingertips coming dangerously close to the slick flesh at the apex of my thighs.

"Your body begs even when your mouth is silent."

Apollo watched it all, like a king observing his domain. He placed a knee on the bed between my legs. The mattress dipped under his weight, shifting me closer to him.

His palm flattened on my breast. He gave the delicate skin a firm squeeze, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. The rough pad of his thumb grazed my nipple, and it instantly hardened under his touch.

"Who do you belong to, Livia?" He asked, keeping his voice dangerously low.

I shook my head before squeezing my eyes shut. I refused to say it.

Ares bit down then, and a stinging sensation spread on my neck, and a choked cry escaped me.

Atlas chose that moment to finally touch me where I ached the most. A single finger slid through my folds, finding me slick and ready.

"Fuck," he breathed, impressed.

He rubbed slow circles over my clit. "Your body is telling us the truth. Let your mouth catch up."

I was coming undone. The different sensations turned into an unbearable wave of heat. Ares’s mouth on my neck. Atlas's hand between my legs, Apollo caressing my sensitive nipples.

My hips lifted off the bed, seeking more of Atlas's touch. A needy moan tore from my throat.

"Look at me," Apollo commanded.

My eyes flew open, meeting his. He leaned forward, squeezing my flesh in his calloused hand. "You are ours," he stated, each word a nail in the coffin.

"The money, the contract, the dinner... they were just paperwork. This," he said, as Atlas slid a finger inside me, making me gasp, "this is the signature."

He lowered his mouth to mine. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a conquest. I hungrily kissed him back in surrender, my tied hands straining above me.

It was too much. The collective assault on my senses shattered the last shred of my control. My body tightened.

Atlas felt it; his rhythm became more urgent. Ares whispered filthy threats into my ear. Apollo swallowed my desperate sounds.

My climax broke over me with a violent intensity. It ripped through me. It was a silent scream trapped in my chest as my back arched off the bed.

My thighs clamped around Atlas’s hand. Waves of pleasure pulsed through me, leaving me in a trembling mess.

As the last tremors subsided, Apollo broke our kiss. He was breathing heavily; he was visibly losing control. He looked from my wrecked expression to his brothers.

His phone vibrated on the nightstand, cutting through the heavy silence. With a curse, he snatched it up, his eyes scanning the screen.

He looked at me, at the ruined haze in my eyes, his brothers holding me through the aftermath.

He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "Keep her warm," he ordered in a thick voice. "I'll finish what I started when I get back."

He stood, straightened his clothes, and without another word, he strode out of the room. The door clicked shut behind him. Leaving me tied, exposed, and pulsing with need between the two remaining brothers.