The silence after Apollo left hung heavy in the air. His tie was still wrapped around my wrists, and my legs were still trembling from my orgasm.
Atlas's finger, still nestled inside me, twisted gently.
He withdrew it slowly before bringing it to his lips. His eyes held mine as he sucked it clean. "Still so sweet," he murmured.
Ares grunted from beside me. His large hand came up to cup my jaw. He turned my face toward him before brushing his thumb over my lower lip.
"Apollo left us with a job," he said, his voice sounding low and gravelly. "We have to keep you warm, Beautiful."
"I'm not cold," I whispered, but the protest sounded weak.
"You will be," Atlas promised, his hands moving to the delicate ties of my silk dress.
He untied the knot with a practiced ease before pulling
