You better survive us.
I almost wanted to laugh, and might have if Rome hadn’t been busy making me moan. His teeth were at my neck and then his lips were at the same spot, soothing the brief burn, his fingers digging into my skin as he set the pace, lifting me up and pulling me down again until I thought his body would break mine apart. And all the while, Aros was there. Whispering. Touching. Filling me with a need that would never be sated.
When I exploded again, it was with Aros’s hand tangled in my hair and my lips fused to Rome’s. He growled into my mouth, clutching me strongly as his hips surged up, pressing me back into Aros—who was forced to steady us both.
This time, I wasn’t the only one who collapsed, and the three of us ended up in a heap on the ground. A husky laugh escaped from my throat, but someone was already pulling me up and back to the bed. I fell onto the soft surface, pulling whoever it was closer to me. I found his mouth with my eyes closed, one of his hands on my face and the other behind my knee as we both rolled to our sides and he hooked my leg over his hip, rocking against me. He tasted like Siret, and when he moaned, he sounded like Siret. I lifted a hand, knowing that Aros would be there, and fingers tangled in mine immediately, a body falling down behind me, a hand passing up the length of my spine.
Heat surged through me, even more powerful than before, and I reached down between me and Siret, finding him ready and nudging at my centre, I stroked him only once before he was drawing my hand away and surging forward to join us. His fingerss roamed my body in ways that the others hadn’t been able to. He filled his hands with my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers as I made small, gasping sounds of encouragement against his lips.
“We want to see you, Will.” A gravelly voice suddenly broke through my haze of need, and I recognised it as Yael’s after only half a click.
Aros and Siret were surrounding me, my body pressed between them, my sounds swallowed by them. I extracted myself slowly, and Siret turned me around without warning, so that my hands had to grasp the edge of the bed to stop myself from toppling over. I glanced up, and Coen, Rome, and Yael were all before me, staring at me with ravenous and dark expressions. The same heat as before rushed through me, and my eyes almost fluttered shut, but I kept them open with effort, biting my lip against the feel of Siret re-entering me from behind. Aros’s hand was gliding over my spine, pushing down in a particular place to exaggerate the bend in my body, causing Siret to go even deeper as his pace suddenly increased. I was already holding myself back from falling apart again, but Aros’s hand and Siret’s movements were quickly chipping away at my control. Keeping with his apparent habit of surprising me with sudden changes, Siret gripped my shoulders and hauled me upright. Aros’s touch fell away, but I didn’t need it as Siret’s hands found my breasts again and his whispered words brushed over my neck.
“Let go.”
That was all I needed to lose control, and I turned at the last moment, seeking Aros with a pleading expression. I didn’t need the power that he kept funnelling into me, and he seemed to understand that, because he only wrapped a hand around my cheek and dropped the sweetest kiss to my lips as I fell apart, Siret joining me with his head buried into the hollow of my neck.
I was starting to feel dizzy when Aros lifted me away from Siret and into his arms, but not so dizzy that I could have ever pulled myself away from him.
“You’re done for the night,” he whispered to me, his fingers shaping to my cheeks. “You’re supposed to be conserving your energy, not—”
“Shut up,” I muttered, cutting off whatever reply he might have had with my lips.
Our kiss was slow, the pace a sudden change from the frantic lovemaking I’d just experienced with three of my Abcurses. The frantic need—and Aros’s power—had driven us with an almost desperate need, but now he was slowing me down. The dizziness in my head subsided, the power swelled within me—finally catching up too.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” Aros whispered against my lips.
He was always worrying about my needs.
“What do you need, Aros?” I whispered back, pressing myself to him.
He pulled away slightly. “No one has ever asked me that.” He sounded a little stunned.
A firm hand pressed against my spine, and I realised it was Coen. “Our dweller-baby, always thinking of others.”
They sounded proud of me. There was more love than I thought I could handle in their gazes, which had desire shooting through me again.
Aros met Coen’s gaze over the top of me. “You want time with Willa too?” he asked, putting his brother’s needs before his own. Again.
Coen grinned lazily. “I had time with her this morning. I’m good with being the one who assists this time.”
The pressure of his hand increased then, and with it came the tingles of his power. It arced along my spin and I arched my back, following its path. Aros’s lips were on mine again, and this time it was not soft and gentle. He took what he wanted from me, kissing me like he owned me. “We own each other,” he told me, reaching out and wrapping his strong arms around me and lifting me up and into him. “Always and forever.”
He shifted me up, and when he lowered me again, he slid slowly inside. I groaned as his length pushed past every sensitive point, and that, teamed with Coen’s power still rocketing along my skin, had me panting and moaning before he’d even moved one stroke.
“I’m going to take you hard and fast,” Aros told me, his voice husky. “Tell me if you need a change of pace.”
I answered by arching so I could settle even deeper onto him. Aros’s eyes darkened until they were molten gold, a colour so rich, and one I’d never seen anywhere before. “I’m going to need you to stop talking now,” I murmured, our eyes locking. “Stop talking and start fuc—”
Siret’s snort of laughter drowned me out, but Aros didn’t argue with what I’d been about to say. His powerful hands dug into my ass as he lifted me higher before letting me drop back onto him again. That wasn’t enough though, so he spun me around, and with the wall at my back, he could lift me even higher and slam into me over and over. At this point I lost all rational thought. I was pretty sure Coen still touched me, because his pleasure-pain tingles were everywhere, but my focus was on the god inside of me. The one who was holding his power back right now, but still somehow destroying my body.
“Everything,” I gasped out. “Give me everything, Aros.”
I cried out as heat shot through me, starting at my core and spreading through my body like I’d just been immersed in a hot bath. A hot bath that was touching me in the most erotic places I’d ever imagined. My orgasm ripped through me so fast that it literally took my breath away. The pleasure was too much. So much more than I thought I could handle.
Coen pressed his lips to my throat in that moment, and his pain ebbed away the almost overwhelming pleasure, allowing my mind to clear a little even as aftershocks of my orgasm still rocked through me.
“Still with us, baby?” Coen asked, the slight scruff on his cheeks scraping along my jaw.
