Thieves and Monsters (Three Fates Mafia, #1)

by Clio Evans

We would have to do this every fucking day from here on out. All of the wicked ideas I had just watching the three of them…

I’m going to breed both of your mates, he told me. I’m going to make you my mate, I quipped back, arching a brow. Enjoy it while you can. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be asking yourself why it took you so godsdamned long to cave.

“You’re so tight, baby girl, but you’re doing so good at keeping my cock warm.”

I could feel him starting to harden too, and realized that he’d just been in me like I was his own fleshlight.

“Atta girl,” he rasped. “Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me so tight, baby. Look at you, taking my monster cock so well.”

“I want you to mate me,” I whispered. Minos had, Damon had. And now, I wanted him to as well.

“Don’t cry, princess. If your makeup is going to run, it’ll be because you’re taking our cocks.”

I could have left at any moment, but I didn’t want to. The longer I knew the three of them, the more I wanted to stay by their side. They called me their princess, but I wanted to be their queen.

“He has nothing to do with you anymore,” Aaecus said. “We own this city too, love, which means now you do. You’re ours. You belong to one of the most feared monsters in all of history. Hercules isn’t that stupid.”

“So what you’re saying is that I’m dating three old men.” Aaecus laughed, arching a brow. “Yes, very old. Ancient even.”

“Do you know who I am?” “Nope. A goddess, maybe?” My long lost aunt? “No,” she mused, letting out a feminine chuckle. “My name is Clotho. I’m one of the Fates.”

“I don’t understand this world. I don’t understand why it is the way it is. Why demigods haven’t been allowed, why ancient beings are running a fucking mafia instead of doing something good.”

“I can’t answer those questions, child,” she said sadly. “But, I can tell you this. You were the first, but you won't be the last. You will be a helping hand to the others, and part of the new era.”

heard more screams, followed by more gun fire, and stood at the door for a moment, torn between running out there or staying in here to hide. “Find the demigod!” Well, stay in here it was.

I pressed my lips together, taking in my surroundings again. There was a table a few feet away, one I could hide under for a few moments if needed. Or I could spring up and go Rambo on these motherfuckers. I liked option two more.

“Hungry?” Jason asked. “Yes, my dinner date got interrupted,” I said.

“Last time I checked, the Three Fates were the rulers of this mafia. You’re no better than me. You’re only like what—one quarter demigod? Your grandfather is my daddy, honey, so you can bend your knee to me.”

“My place is with monsters. I will not help you. I will not work with you. If you come near me again, I will kill you. Tell Hercules I hope he has a migraine for a century, and leaves me the fuck alone.”

I held up one finger, my middle finger. “You can kiss my demigod ass,” I said, and then turned, leaving him sitting at the table, alone.

“Hey, I’m okay,” Ashley said, cupping his face. “I shot people.” Minos drew back, studying her with surprise. “You did? You? Our moral princess who would never, ever break the law?”

“I should make you strip and serve us drinks.”

Ashley grabbed the hem of her dress, lifting it up. I froze, letting out a low growl as my brain short circuited. Where was I? Who was I? All I could see were her magnificent tits jiggling as she stripped for us.

“What did Clotho say?” Damon asked. “She was very cryptic,” Ashley sighed. “Which makes sense. She told me there will be a moment where I’ll be presented with a lock that is holding something or someone, and I must unlock it. Oh, and I need to kill Hercules.”

Naked talks were possibly my new favorite thing. Her skin flushed, her eyes widening. “Damn it. What were we talking about?”

“I like your mortal form,” she confided. “I like the tattoos and how fucking hot you are. But I like the monster side better. The real you.”

“My precious little cum dump.” “You say it so romantically,”

“Which jewelry stores do we own again?” “All of them,” Aaecus said. “Excellent.”

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but the three of them bringing me to a quaint ice cream shop on a fruit farm was not it.

“Damon booked the whole farm with explicit instructions,” Minos teased. “Starting with—don’t watch whatever we do to the pretty blonde woman.”

Maybe I wanted the whole world to know I liked getting fucked by monsters. By my monsters, my mates.

If being part of the Three Fates Mafia meant renting out fruit farms instead of being murderous monsters, then perhaps I could get used to it.

“We’re going to finish our treat and then take you home and breed you until you beg us to stop.” “At least I’m not the one with cum in my pants,” I said.

couldn’t wait to fit my cock in her pretty mouth while she took Aaecus or Damon. Or both.

I ripped her bra off. She let out a giggle as the fabric tore. “Hey, I need those.” “I’ll buy you more,” I said. “All the bras in the whole world. Better yet, I’ll follow you around and hold your tits up for you.”

“How are you going to suspend me?” Ashley asked. All three of us pointed up. Had we installed a rigging system into the ceiling at 5am this morning while she’d slept? Yes. Yes we had. Sometimes we made plans and they actually worked out.

“Again,” he rasped. So all three of us fucked her again, taking turns, filling her with more and more cum. And again. And again. Fucking her until the sun set over Moirai.

Minos was in gray sweatpants, which were quite possibly my Achilles heel.

“Why are you crying, princess?” “Why are you caring for me?” I asked, the first tears slipping free. “What do you mean, baby? Of course I’m going to care for you,”

“I’ve fallen for you,” he whispered softly. “So damn hard, Ashley. All of us have. Of course I’m going to care for you. I might need pointers every now and then, but I want you to have everything you need and want.”

“I’m sorry. You know what I meant. The proposal is because we’ve fallen in love with you and want to protect you.” “And because you want to call me wife,” I said, glaring at him. “Like three cavemen.”

This week had been the most fucked up and amazing week of my life. It was hard to tell what was real and what was just another mirage. I’d been deceived by a demigod before, and now I had run straight into the arms of these three monsters.

I stared down at the pancakes and let out a short laugh. I wasn’t sure if he’d had real pancakes before. They reminded me of burnt hockey pucks. He’d tried though. That’s all we could ask for right?

“I want a meeting with all of you,” I said. “All four of us. And not a naked meeting.”

“I will go, princess, and you will stay up here. Locked away in the tower, safe from everyone that wants to murder you. But you have to promise me you will stay here. Please.”

Fucking hell, emotions were messy. I was messy. They were messy.

If that was what our lives would be like together, then I wanted it. I wanted them. I would take the mess of being involved with the mafia. I would take everything that would come with being a demigod in this world. I just had to be honest with them. Fuck.

Still, if they wanted to marry me, it wasn’t going to be about diamonds and fancy dates. It was about listening and supporting, helping and caring.

Gods, where the fuck were all the sex toys? Some of those could be weapons, right?

“I fucking love her,” I growled. “Love her, love her. I would leave this mafia behind if she wanted me to. I would do anything for her, and I’ve only known her for a week. There’s so much more for me to learn about her. Like her favorite foods, her favorite colors, her likes and dislikes. Is that what you both think too?”

“I bought her flowers after I gutted ten men for trying to attack her. I should have bought white ones so I could turn them red with their blood, but I decided she might not find that quite as romantic as I did. I’ve got it bad, Minos.”