Understanding, I wrapped myself around him, fusing my mouth to his before he could give me the kiss that the other two had. I poured my joy and gratefulness into the kiss, and Aros responded by settling his hands at my ribcage and filling me withmore. Desire flooded into me, causing me to gasp in momentary dizziness. His tongue pushed against mine, demanding entrance, and I somehow found my leg hooked over his hip as I tried to climb his body. He grunted, breaking the kiss suddenly. I was about to pull him back to me when the thudding at the other side of the door finally registered.
“Stop hogging our woman,” Yael groused through the wooden panelling.
I grinned up at Aros, who looked torn between ignoring Yael and shouting back at him. Eventually, he got himself under control, fixing me with a look that saidlaterbefore shifting me away from the door and opening it. He strode past Yael without a word.
I watched until his broad shoulders disappeared completely, and when I turned to Yael, it was to find him focussed intently on me.
"I've missed you, Willa-toy," he said softly, extending a hand to me.
I didn't hesitate for a moment, stepping into his body and allowing him to draw me fully against him. “I saw you a few rotations ago.” I laughed. “Have you really had time to miss me?”
Yael didn’t laugh with me. If anything, his expression grew more serious. “Are you ready to see your new home?”
He wasn’t going to deny missing me.
“I’m ready,” I said.
Keeping a hold of my hand, he led me into the surprisingly well-lit home. The marble was coloured in shades of green, purple, gold, stormy grey, and blue. Somehow, those five colours were interwoven through the natural pattern of the marble. “Your colours,” I breathed, hurrying toward the nearest wall so I could run my hands along it. “I told Pica she could go with her pink theme, but this … this is exactly what I wanted.”
Yael swung me around suddenly, and my heart fluttered at the pressure he applied to my body with his strong grip. It was just short of painful, and it reminded me that Yael liked to dominate. Holy gods, did he ever.
“As soon as we know your god colour, we’ll weave it through as well,” he murmured, his breath brushing across my cheek as he leaned down to me. “The six of us, we are as permanent as this marble. It will never fade. Never deteriorate. Forever.”
“Unless I accidentally burn it down,” I amended. “Or Picalovesit to death.”
He chuckled, and I finally pulled my eyes from the walls. I still hadn’t seen anything else in my new home.
I tilted my head up to Yael. “Why do you think Emmy’s robes formed around her, and robes appeared for her to wear, but I got nothing? Robes didn’t form for me when I died. Clothing didn’t appear in my closet … not that I have a closet. Why don’t I have a colour?”
Did I have to be defective in everything I did?
A throat cleared nearby and Siret stepped into view. It looked as though he’d been standing in the next room, waiting.
“I think when we figure out what sort of god you are, we’ll figure out your colour.” His words were quiet, but they held me in their thrall.
The deep thrum of his voice was enough to suspend all thought. Yael swept me into his arms, and I went willingly. He carried me across to where Siret was, and I caught a glimpse of high ceilings and an open and airy living area with a roaring fireplace before I was in the doorway to a bedroom. I assumed that the fireplace was to accommodate for the sudden appearance of snow in Topia.
“Notabedroom, Rocks,” Yael corrected one of my errant thoughts. “Thebedroom. There’s only one in this house. We’re all going to stay together.”
Siret stepped aside and allowed Yael to carry me over the threshold, and I turned my head so I could take it all in. The bed was giant. The entire room was basically a bed, from wall to wall. I wiggled to get down, and Yael slowly lowered me to my feet, allowing my curves to slide across every hard plane of his body as I descended. By the time my feet hit the thick white rug on the floor, I was breathless and my body was throbbing with need.
I remained plastered to Yael’s front, and when Siret stepped in and boxed me in from behind, my head went into a dizzying spin.
This was my thing. Above all else. The feel of two hard bodies pressed against mine, of being surrounded. It got to me in a way that nothing else ever could.
“What’s …” I started breathlessly. “What’s in that door?”
I couldn’t point because my hands were trapped at my sides, but they followed my line of sight.
“Bathing chamber,” Siret rumbled, pressing his lips to the sensitive spot beneath my ear.
“And—” I choked on the words, forgetting what I was about to say as the hard length of Siret pressed right along my ass.
“The other one is a wardrobe.” Yael figured out what I wanted to ask. “All of our robes are in there now.”
What were we talking about?Robes?I was too turned on to be thinking about clothing … unless it was about removing them.
“You’re supposed to hand her over to me.” Siret lifted his head. “You lost the bet.”
