Page 151 of Between Two Kings

Do you like me like this? Wide open for you?

Still no reply. His strokes sped up.

Is this what you look like when you’re alone, Apollo? Is this how you touch yourself at night, when you think of me?

Still no reply. His eyes were boring into hers, his irises completely consumed by blackness. It was like staring straight down into a bottomless well. Tem trailed her fingers lazily up her stomach, brushing them over her breasts. Apollo growled at the sight, the noise so purely animalistic, Tem immediately got chills.

You want to fuck me so badly. But I won’t let you, will I?

It felt immeasurably good to tease him. He was always teasing her, always making her feel slightly out of step. It was a rush she’d never been able to return until now.

What do you want to do to me, Apollo?

It was time for him to be vulnerable, to reveal a part of himself to her the way she’d done so many times for him. She wanted reciprocity. And she was done waiting.

Tell me, Apollo. Tell me what you want to do to me.

He was still stroking his cock, still looking her right in the eye as he said, I want to fuck you.

I know that already. What else?

I want to fuck you while my brother watches.

They were approaching the truth of the matter now. It had never been about Tem. It was about power. Apollo wanted to prove something to Caspen, and possibly to himself.

And how will you fuck me while he watches?

Apollo made a noise as if the question physically pained him. And perhaps it did. This was torture for him, just as so many things were for Tem. She’d finally found Apollo’s weakness—the thing that made him lose control. Her.

First, I want you on top.

Why?

So I can see your face.

Just like his brother. Typical.

And then?

And then I will take you from behind.

Why?

So my brother can see your face.

Also typical.

And then?

He sent her a vision—him behind her, his hand around her neck, pulling her face to his. They kissed in his mind but not in reality, and Tem watched as the hand that wasn’t around his cock gripped her thigh so tightly it was sure to leave a bruise. Tem didn’t mind. She wanted to remember this. His vision sharpened. Tem was crying his name: Apollo! Apollo! Apollo!

In front of him, she smiled. So that was what he wanted. For her to say his name—to acknowledge him—a level of intimacy she wouldn’t allow. There would be time for that later—or perhaps not at all. Tem wasn’t interested in giving Apollo what he wanted. She was interested in winning.

Victory was inevitable. Tem could sense it. If she’d been touching herself, she would be close too. Instead she was just blissfully turned on, experiencing this moment right along with him, only this time with the luxury of detachment. It was a new thing for Tem to wield her power in such a way, and she found that she liked it. Distantly, she wondered what else she could make these brothers do.

Tem remembered the woman Apollo had fucked earlier—how he’d painted her spine with his cum. Tem wanted him to paint her the same way.

“Apollo,” she said out loud, her voice firm. He’d been staring at her center but now his eyes flicked to hers, devoid of anything but raw hunger. “Come on me.”