Odin pressed a warm hand to my bare back. “Wish granted.”

  “Here?”

  “Goddess,” Odin said, “do you need me to answer that?”

  Nine

  We followed Zeus across the place, past more of their bizarre criminal comrades, and through an unmarked door that opened onto a small stairwell.

  The butterflies in my belly fluttered like mad as we took the stairs down, single file—Zeus, then me, then Thor and Odin. None of us spoke, which made it more dramatic and exciting in a wildly dirty way.

  We arrived in a massive storeroom full of metal wire shelving—three aisles of it—stretching on and on into the darkness. The shelving held large bags and jars and cases of wine and booze, and the place smelled faintly of oregano. A storage room for Guvvey’s?

  “What are we doing here?” I asked.

  Zeus took a few steps down an aisle and stopped in front of some empty shelving. He pulled out the actual shelf so that it was just a shelving frame, like a metal square. He turned to me. “How does that look?”

  “Is that a rhetorical question?” I asked.

  Zeus lowered his voice to a rumble. “Come here.”

  My belly tightened.

  Thor clinked the ice in his drink. “After you, Isis.”

  I went, heels clicking, right up to Zeus, who waited by the thing, which looked like a place to hang clothes or something. Thor followed me.

  Zeus handed the oil to Thor and began to remove his tie, watching me levelly. “It’ll do.” His gaze had me vibrating.

  I felt Odin come up behind me and slowly unzip my zipper.

  “Oh,” I said, as the dress fell off, pooling around my shoes. I waited, heart racing, wearing nothing but a thong and high heels, standing like an offering before my three gods.

  I felt like we were hidden in the deepest corner of the universe together. A place where anything could happen. Would we buttfuck now? Is that what was going to happen?

  Zeus wrapped a beefy hand over the bar at the top of the rack. “Come here, Isis.”

  Heat flared between my legs. I walked to him on trembling legs.

  “Stand here. Can you reach this?” he asked.

  I found I could if I kicked off my shoes and stood on the bar below. Butterflies rampaged around in my belly. I loved not knowing what was going to happen.

  Before I’d joined my guys, I’d sneak off the sheep farm to do rural extreme sports, which usually involved jumping off somewhere I shouldn’t be jumping off of, giving myself to the thrill of gravity, the rush of no-turning-back. Now I gave myself to my kinky bank robbers.

  “Both hands.” His breath sounded ragged.

  I grabbed the cool upper bar with both hands.

  Zeus whooshed out a breath and came up flush to me, pressing himself to my near-naked flesh, a rough caress of scratchy wool against tender skin. “We are going to make this good for you. You trust us, right?”

  “With everything,” I said, vibrating with excitement.

  He looped his tie over the bar at the top and wrapped it around my wrists, just tightly enough to keep my hands in place. His shirt grazed my nose as he worked, and I breathed him in. Just the scent of him was lulling me into a strange erotic trance.

  When he was done, he stepped away and gazed into my eyes as I hung there, arms overhead, helpless before him, a virgin sacrifice.

  A butt-virgin sacrifice, anyway.

  Slowly, he slid his hands up and down my arms, watching my eyes. Then he pressed against me so that I could feel the bulge of his cock on my belly. “I know this isn’t a proper date,” he said, panting, breath hot on my nose.

  “I don’t want it proper.”

  He kissed me. “Don’t lie. I know it’s not. It’s just that Thor’s talk put the idea in my head. And then you said you wanted it in the ass, with us touching you…Isis, you’re such a pathetic dirty talker, I don’t know why it got me so wild, but it did. Your pathetic dirty talk is so sexy, I couldn’t get it out of my mind.” Zeus pressed against me, pushing against me, closing his mouth over my earlobe.

  I exhaled sharply, gripping the cool bar above. This was already the best thing ever.

  Ice clinked in the darkness.

  Thor.

  I shot a glance over at him and he smiled. He’d started it; he was to blame. Or, more, to thank. I couldn’t think of any place I’d rather be.

  Odin just stood there looking hot and devilish in spite of his purple sunglasses.

  “Oh, Isis.” Zeus kissed my lips, kissed my neck, then closed his mouth over my nipple, sucking it to a pert tip.

  Electricity crackled through me, heading straight down between my legs.

  Slowly he ran his warm, firm hands down my hips. Up, then down. I trembled, gripping the hard, cool metal, consumed by the magic of his rough strokes on my sensitive skin.

  The sound of skin against skin and the sound of his breathing seemed to fill the hushed storeroom.

  Hard fingers pushed off my thong, pushing it down my legs.

  Odin.

  “Are you ready for this?”

  “Yes,” I said. “Please.”

  “You’re sure?”

  My skin sprung alive with pleasure everywhere he touched. “More than sure.”

  Zeus pulled away. “Gimme that oil, Thor.”

  Thor handed it to him, and he walked around to the back of the rack. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel the brush of his dinner jacket.

  Thor looked over at Odin and gestured toward me.

  Odin threw off his jacket and his glasses. He came to me and kissed me, looking more beautiful than ever, and open, too, like a flower, though I know he’d hate the comparison.

  “Odin,” I breathed.

  “I didn’t want to wait either, goddess.” He kissed my breast. I wanted to touch him, to shove my hands into his gorgeous hair, but it wasn’t for now, considering my hands were tied above me.

  I felt him unbutton his fly, felt the metal of his belt brush my knees as his pants fell. A condom wrapper crinkled.

  Zeus’s hands roamed possessively over my butt cheeks, sliding along. He’d dipped into the oil—I could tell from the slickness of his fingertips.

  My clit tingled as he slipped a slick finger between my butt cheeks and slid it up and down along my hole, teasing me.

  I’d never look at olive oil dispensers on restaurant tables the same way ever again.

  Just in time, Odin pressed his hips into mine from the front, allowing his cock to stroke along my seam. My brain melted at the devilishly slippery stroking; Odin in front, Zeus in back. We got up a slow, grinding rhythm, erotic and pulsing.

  There was the sound of hard breathing, and I realized it was me, that I was panting to the rhythm, harder and harder.

  Thor roamed over to where I could see him, and he eyed me knowingly. He was up to something.

  “This might be even better than knocking over the Prime Royale,” Zeus said.

  Odin pressed his fingers against my heated core, slid two fingers along my wet folds.

  I gasped softly at his touch.

  “You are so wet for us,” Odin said. “You want it.”

  “Yes, yes,” I whispered, closing my eyes, reveling in the sensation of his fingers stroking me, pushing me nearer and nearer to the edge.

  “Eyes open, Isis,” Thor said, voice hot and hypnotic.

  I obeyed, and found his cool, blue gaze. So that was it, then. He planned to be the director. And to keep me excruciatingly aware that he was standing there in his fine suit while I hung helplessly like a naked piece of meat. He wanted me to know that he’d be watching me get totally ravished by two men.

  His watching doubled the excitement.

  “Look at you,” Thor whispered, as if on cue, as if he was reading my mind.

  My breath sped.

  “Look at Zeus and Odin using your body for their pleasure,” he added.

  “Oh, yes,” I said stupidly, but what do you say to that? “Yes.”

  Zeus pushed his finger harder along the seam, nearly penetrating my asshole. “You like this?”

  “Yes,” I said, feeling faint.

  Zeus growled. “You are such a fucking thrill whore.”

  I gasped as he pressed his finger just a little bit in, but then he pulled it back out, curling wickedly up and down along the seam.

  Thrill whore. Takes one to know one, I thought. We were all thrill whores.

  He pushed his finger in deeper this time, ending this train of thought. Ending all thought, for that matter. At least all thought that was happening inside my head.

  “You get off on the thrill of being fucked by two bank robbers while one watches,” Zeus growled.

  “Yes, I do,” I said helplessly.

  Odin bit my earlobe.

  “Ode,” I breathed.

  “Isis, wrap your legs around Odin,” Thor said. “Help her, Odin.

  “Wait,” Odin grated. Roughly, he grabbed my knee and pulled up my leg. I felt the head of his cock pressing to my sex, felt him guide it in.

  I gasped as he pushed into me, filling me exquisitely. He reached around and grabbed my butt cheeks, lifting most of my weight off my arms as I swung my other leg around him.

  He began to fuck me slowly, supporting me.

  I closed my eyes, unsure if I could last. Did I need to think about sheep breeds again?

  “Stay with us,” Thor said.

  I opened my eyes, fixing my gaze on Thor. That’s when I felt Zeus press two fingers into my asshole, slick and slippery with oil. He had better access now that my legs were wrapped around Odin.

  “You are so tight,” Zeus breathed, finger fucking my asshole, in and out. “You want me to fuck you here?” Zeus asked.

  “Yes,” I whispered, voice sounding drugged. “I definitely do.”

  Odin stilled, pulled out. And then I felt it, Zeus’s cock against my asshole.

  “Breathe, goddess,” Thor said, crossing his legs, leaning back on a box, watching. “Odin, pull her ass cheeks wide for Zeus.”

  I waited for Odin to comply. I felt his magical fingers dig into my ass cheeks, pulling me wider as his own cock pressed against my slit, teasing me.

  Strangely, Odin’s holding my ass cheeks wide only made Zeus’s cock feel bigger at my oil-slickened asshole. His head felt round, like a ball probing at my asshole.

  Then he gripped my hips and pushed in, slowly.

  His cock in my ass was a blunt surprise at first—it felt like a bowling pin pushing inside me!

  But then I relaxed, felt my body take him, and it was just right. More than right—it turned into a delicious fullness. Slowly he pressed in, deeper and deeper, and when I thought he was all the way in, he filled me more.

  “Oh, wow.” Total bliss washed through me, like he’d hit some dark trigger that flooded me with pleasure hormones. Relentlessly he pressed on into me. It was so intense and dirty to have his cock pushed into my ass, I thought my entire brain might unravel.

  Odin’s fingers tightened on the flesh of my butt cheeks, and he pressed his cock back into me.

  They both filled me.

  And then they began to thrust.

  They started slowly at first, going at different paces: Zeus’s movements were heavy and ponderous. Odin fucked me at a slightly faster pace.

  Or was it the other way around?

  I tried to figure out specifically what was happening, like I somehow needed to keep track of it all, but it was difficult, thanks to the keen pleasure building up in the pit of my pelvis. But then I realized I didn’t need to track whose cock was whose. It’s not as if I was going to get a quiz later…though you never could say what my bandits would come up with next. Maybe there would be a quiz.

  It a quiz that I would gladly fail. My pleasure kept getting stoked higher by the constant and mind-blowing invasion of two cocks in me. I almost needed them to stop, because the pleasure was building too big, too fast. I felt as if my body was no longer mine, like I was being fucked into a chaos of pleasure.

  Was the intensity too much? I was spinning, the inside of my brain glittering with pleasure.

  “Breathe,” Thor said again. “Just give in. You have no choice.”

  I breathed. I gave myself over to the two cocks inside me. To the two bodies against me. An out-of-control spiral in my belly.

  I groaned with pleasure as they filled me. The feeling changed; it was like I’d left firm ground for some kind of fairy wind. I was nothing but feeling as they thrust in and out.

  Thor’s voice. Something about fucking me in unison. Again, he wanted me to look at him.

  I managed somehow to open my eyes and look at Thor.

  He leaned back with his scotch, swirling it smugly in the half shadows, holding my gaze. “You look amazing,” he whispered. “Like a dirty goddess. Just look at you.”

  Then, without warning, Odin took my nipple into his mouth and bit. I gasped. Right then, it was all over.

  I cried out as my muscles clenched and clutched madly against the fullness of two cocks buried inside me.

  Zeus and Odin’s movements got jerky and rough.

  One in, one out. Both in, both out, what did I care?

  “Omigod,” I breathed.

  Zeus kissed the back of my neck—sloppily, frantically.

  Odin threw back his head and rammed into me hard. He stayed deep inside, groaning. I felt the frantic pulse of his cock as he came.

  “Yes, Odin,” I said.

  “Uh, uh, uh,” Zeus said. His hands gripped my hips and squeezed, as he pushed into me one last time, moaning.

  I don’t know how long the three of us stayed entangled. I felt us come down together, first mentally, then physically.

  I unlocked my legs from Odin’s waist and stood on my own two feet on the bar below. I felt Zeus’s shaky fingers untying my hands. I swayed against him.

  “Whoa.” Odin caught us both from falling.

  “Fuck.” Zeus sunk down onto the floor and pulled me onto his lap.

  Thor walked up with a handful of white towels. “Here ya go, party people.” He threw them at us.

  Zeus wiped the warm wet cloth between my legs. “Fuck, Isis. It wasn’t your romantic date but…”

  Odin snorted, cleaning himself up. “That was more fucking-g romantic than eating Guvvey’s bistro food.”

  “I love this date,” I said. “This date is going really well.”

  Zeus stood me up and smoothed my hair. “Lemme get your dress.”

  Odin put his mirrored purple sunglasses back on and circled his arms around my waist. “Don’t think this gets you out of anything later.”

  I pushed my hands through his hair, like I’d wanted to all along. “I don’t think it.”

  “You are so beautiful,” Odin said.

  I stopped myself from saying it back. Instead, I said, “And you are a wicked motherfucker.”

  He paused, watching my eyes, then he kissed me fiercely, with an abandon that was uncharacteristic for him.

  We made our way back up and out into the nightclub.

  Waiters brought our dinner as soon as we sat back down at our table. Maybe they were holding it for us.

  The place got more and more crowded as we ate. It had to be four in the morning, I figured. I said something about the time and Thor pointed out that this was the end of the workday for a lot of these people.

  I hadn’t thought of that, but it made sense.

  “I’m going to the ladies’ room,” I said, throwing my napkin onto the table.

  Thor pointed at a pink glow on the other side of the bar. “Door’s over on the other side. Like an escort, goddess?”

  “I think I can make it.” I grabbed my silver clutch and headed across the place, past the dance floor, which was empty now. Matteo had wearied of his robot dancing, it seemed.

  I headed around the bar, still a little shaky from the sex—it was so intense, in a good way. I loved the thrill of being beholden to my guys. It was like extreme sports, but sexier.

  I pushed through the pink door into a spa-like bathroom with lots of plants, and a loungey seating area that opened into a mirrored area. After I peed, I put on pink lipstick. Now that I’d changed my long red hair to short platinum hair, pink makeup worked for me.

  I snapped my clutch shut, ruffled my hair just so, and washed my hands, then turned to see three very striking women who hadn’t been there before, lounging in the seating area all cool, just staring at me, looking very roguish.

  “Hey,” I said.

  One of them stood. She was about a foot taller than me, dressed in white leather pants and a white silk blouse that contrasted with the shiny black gun in her holster and the deep brown of her skin. Her hair was dyed as bright as mine, but shorter, in rough little curls.

  “You’re the sheep farmer,” she said.

  Ten

  “Ex-sheep farmer,” I clarified.

  “I’m Macy Gigi,” the woman said, holding out a hand thre in the lounge-like bathroom. “But you can call me Macy.”

  “The Giraffes,” I said, taking her hand. It made sense. They were so leggy, what with those shoes and outfits.

  “Yup,” Macy said.

  “Cool,” I said, sort of stupidly.

  She introduced me to Angel Gigi, who had brown eyes and lots of tattoos and wore a red chiffon party dress that looked very 1950s; her long hair was dyed a light caramel, and she had a tiara. Jenny Gigi had a golden suntan and white-blonde hair. She looked like a stripper.

  Macy came right up to me. “We have a lot of names because that’s what we like. We switch out names as often as we switch out hair colors.”

  I nodded and smiled as we shook hands. It didn’t strike me as the most efficient naming system ever, but who was I to judge?

  “Nice tattoo,” Jenny said from behind me.

  “Let’s see.” Macy patted the counter. “Come on, I just want to see,” she added when I hesitated.

  These Gigis were so…outlandish. And they wore outrageously high-heeled platform shoes. I put up my foot and let them check out my gang tattoo. Showing it off made me feel incredibly proud. The tattoo told the world that if anybody messed with me, they messed with the God Pack.