When I’d possibly have enough energy to handle the five of them, if that was the way it worked out. Yael reached first for me, and his brothers let him because that was something he needed in that moment. As he picked me up I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted my hands to thread my fingers deep into his thick hair. The gold and onyx of the strands strongly reflected in the lamp light as I tightened my hold and pulled him down to my lips.
Our kiss was light, a brief brush of lips. “You don’t get to be the dominant one,” he murmured, before his teeth captured my bottom lip, pressing down with force.
I cried out, jerking into him as desire filled me. “Quiet,” he ordered, and my moans died off in an instant.
The others remained in a circle around us, their expressions hard to read. Yael had me almost ready to change my mind about the sleep first thing, but I knew that while they would replenish my energy, theirs was depleted too. And they needed time.
Yael’s eyes glittered, and I swallowed hard. “Sleep first,” I said, keeping my voice low and compliant. I did not want to rile the competitive dominant in him right now, because he knew which buttons of mine to push to get his own way.
His eyes were hooded as he regarded me for many long clicks, but eventually he let me drop back down to the ground. His hands remained on my body, sliding up the leather until they rested on my shoulder blades. “Time to get you out of this outfit,” he murmured.
Someone stepped in behind me, and while I couldn’t see who it was, I felt the tinge of seduction when Aros touched me. Together, Aros and Yael peeled me out of the leather outfit, leaving me clad in nothing more than a thin bra and panties. “I need to clean up,” I said, trying not to let the heavy looks from my guys dissolve my resolve to sleep first.
The six of us moved out of the well-lit room into the bathing chamber that was nearby. It was similar to the style of bathing area that had been in Blesswood.
One by one the guys stripped off, Rome and Siret remaining in their underwear, the others getting completely naked, and then all of us moving into the steam-filled chamber. I wanted to moan when the first caress of heat surrounded me, but I knew that would be a bad idea when I was surrounded by mostly naked gods. This was about getting clean and then sleeping. Even though I couldn’t keep from watching each of them closely, the way the steam caused water to roll down their golden skin, catching in each crevice of their abdominal muscles.
“You’re going to have to stop that, Willa-toy,” Yael warned me, his gaze dark. “Most of us aren’t into sharing, and there’s not enough of you to go around.”
Fuck.
Unfortunately he was right. I couldn’t quite figure out how to handle five huge gods at the same time, especially while I was this exhausted, which meant that I would have to table my desire. For now.
The rest of the bath went quickly; I managed to keep my eyes and hands to myself, even though it was possibly the hardest thing I’d ever done. When we were dried off, we dressed from the various clothes that had been scavenged. I ended up in a long white shirt and what I could only hope was new underwear. They looked clean at least, and right now I didn’t have much choice. We then divided up the food, and I managed to choke down half a dozen bites of whatever was in front of me, but exhaustion kept me from truly enjoying any of it. I hadn’t realised how much I’d relied on my god power recently until it was taken away.
When I couldn’t stay up any longer, I led them into our old room. I crawled into the middle of our bed; Yael followed, pressing along my right side, Aros on my left. The other three fitted themselves where they could, our bond veritably humming at the way we were all piled together like this. As my eyes closed, I felt a soft caress across my cheek and I snuggled into it. “Love you all so much,” I mumbled.
They gave their love so freely to me now, and I was beyond blessed.
I was out before I could hear if they replied, but I felt their emotions through the bond, and that was more than enough.
Despite my exhaustion, I slept restlessly. Worry pushed in on me, keeping me from falling into a truly restful slumber. The huge drop in my energy was also messing with my equilibrium, because despite Cyrus declaring that I was now balanced, it felt like I was missing something.
Feather-soft touches along my side were what woke me the next morning. I squirmed a little before pressing myself into the heat running along my left side. The heat moved, and my eyes flew open. “Coen!” I exclaimed, my knees parting so I could slide myself closer to him, pressing into his bare thigh.
The burn of his energy hit my centre, and I groaned, sliding even harder against him. “You won the schedule?” I gasped, arching as his particular brand of Pain trailed across my senses. “Where are the others?”
I didn’t feel anyone else in the room, but my instinct was still to check on them.
His lips pressed to the sensitive spot under my ear as he murmured, “They said they’d check on the progress of the water and would let us know if there were any issues.” His hands pressed harder into me, his power zapping across my skin. “No one has returned yet.” His voice turned low and rumbly. “Which means that this morning … you’re mine.”
Yael probably didn’t take that well, and I knew he’d punish me the next time we were together, but I didn’t even give a shit. His punishments were one of my favourite things.
“I need you to touch me.” I groaned again, pushing myself harder against Coen’s firm thigh.
He palmed across my stomach, sending more lightning-fast spikes of pain with each caress. It was stronger than I’d felt from him, but my body absorbed the sharp feelings like it had been designed to be a receptacle of Coen’s pain. When his fingers slipped down the front of my underwear, sliding across me and into my body, I cried out. The moment he was inside, his hand moved, and another bite of his power sent me right over the edge. I cried out again, my legs moving restlessly, my head thrown back.
Coen’s lips landed against mine and I sucked in deeply before basically attacking him with the force of my kiss. I didn’t cry this time, but the depth of my emotion was strong. He continued to give me all of his power, and there was no Aros here to counter it. I wondered if there had ever been another that he’d shared his power with like this.
“None,” he whispered against my lips. “Only you, dweller-baby.”
Okay, I was going to cry if he didn’t stop being so damned perfect.
I reached out for him, sliding the soft shorts he wore down his hips. The tip of his rock-hard dick popped out the top, and I couldn’t resist leaning down and running my tongue across it, tasting him before opening my mouth further and taking the head inside. He was large enough that more than an inch started to get uncomfortable, but he didn’t seem to mind. His hands ended up in my hair as I twisted myself around to get a better angle, his power running through my body. He let me taste him for longer than I expected, but eventually he lifted me up and on top of him.
My shirt was removed in a fraction of a click. Underwear right after that. I rose up higher, arching my back as my hips shifted position so I was angled to take him inside. I’d never been on top with Coen before, and it took quite a lot of adjusting, because he was almost too large for comfort. Eventually we found a rhythm, though, and the more of his power that shot through my core, the more I was able to rock against him, moving deeper each time.
The next orgasm hit me so hard that I lost my rhythm, jerking forward. Coen caught me, holding me tightly while I cried out against him. It went on and on, and when he lifted his hips, driving up into me again, another spiral of pleasure-pain crashed through me.
