Strength (Curse of the Gods #4)(32)

I reached for his shirt, which was plastered across his hard body, and slowly lifted it. He was so much taller than me that I only had to bend a little to press my lips to the sliver of stomach that I had revealed. As I pushed his shirt further up, I followed the movement with more kisses. My lips pressing to every rigid line of his abs and chest.

“Willa.” There was a rough quality to his voice. He threaded his hands through my hair, holding me close to him.

I responded by opening my mouth a little wider and using my tongue to explore him. The water which beaded across his skin had an odd taste to it, almost like there were herbs in it, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

By the time his shirt was pulled up and over his shoulders and head, I could barely keep my legs from collapsing under me. My body thrummed with need. It was stronger than ever. Undead sex was the freaking best.

Yael groaned above me, and I pulled my lips away from his body to meet his gaze. “Don’t say undead sex.”

“Sorry, it’s hard to remember all the rules when I start undressing you.”

His hand cupped my chin, tilting my head back even further. His hold was firm, almost rough, and I was getting the feeling that Yael liked to be in control. My body twitched at the thought. At his firm hand. His lips came down on mine with force, his hands spanning across my breasts. His palms covered my bra completely. As his thumbs brushed across my nipples, I almost lost it. My body was wound up tight. The sex with Siret had only started the need. I was starting to think it wouldn’t be sated until I was with all five of them.

“Stop. Thinking.”

His command had my mind going completely blank, as though my body had been designed to obey him. At least during moments like this. I pressed myself closer, needing to feel more of him. In response, he ran his hands down my sides, stroking my skin before sliding them under me and lifting me out of the water. My legs went around his waist, and he moved so that he could lay me back on the angled entrance to the bath. As Yael settled between my legs, water covering our lower halves, my body arched up to meet his. I wanted to cry at the fact that he was still wearing pants.

“Take them off,” I ordered.

He silenced me with a single finger over my lips. “I make the rules here, Willa-toy.”

My centre clenched, my legs moving involuntarily.

He lifted himself up, his powerful arms holding his body above mine, his eyes running across the length of me. “You need to get naked. Right now.”

At his command, my hands started moving. “Are you Persuading me?” My voice was so breathless it would have almost been embarrassing. Except I was too turned on to really care.

Yael shook his head once. “No powers, this is just you and me.”

A low heady sensation was already building deep in my body. My hands scrambled to remove my underwear, and I revelled in the feel of the water across my naked skin. Clothes were stupid. It was a fact. Yael, who was still between my legs, shifted his weight back so that he was resting on his knees. That freed up his hands, so he could run them along my body. Heat followed his every movement, as though his touch shot sparks through me.

“Don’t move, Willa. If you move, I will stop,” he warned me, and then he put his hands under my butt and lifted me up so that most of my body was out of the water. He leaned over and pressed his lips to my chest.

“How come you were so compliant when I was with Rome?” I gasped out, not sure who this guy was. Yael had always been competitive, and really, I should have expected this side of him to come out—but I hadn’t experienced it before now.

His voice was low and muffled. “You needed gentle and healing that night, and that wasn’t just about you and me. This, here, now … this is just us.”

I gasped again as his tongue and lips worked their magic across my skin. He teased and drew out every ounce of pleasure from my body. Whenever I wiggled against him, unable to help myself, he drew away. Eventually I learned that if I wanted the pleasure to continue, I needed to stay very still. The control was driving me crazier than I ever expected.

When his tongue reached my centre, I knew there was no way I could stop myself from moving, and as Yael slid one finger inside of me, followed by another, his gaze lifted to meet mine. I begged him with my eyes to release me from his order.

“You can move now,” he told me, staring up along my body. Watching me while I fell apart under his command.

Holyfreakinggods.

I was on the edge of release. It was building like a cyclone inside of me. Just when I was about to tip over the edge, Yael lifted his head and pulled his hand back. I was panting when he slid higher and settled between my legs, ridding himself of his pants.

“Good girl, Willa-toy.”

I wanted to yell at him, because he had deprived me of the pleasure that was supposed to be mine. Then he shifted forward, sliding his length inside of me. I shattered around him, unable to stop when I was already so close.

Yael grinned down at me. “That’s one.”

Of course the competitive bastard would want to keep track. Already, my body was tightening in anticipation of ‘two’.

He started to move, slowly at first, drawing out my first release, and then with more speed. After a few clicks, he shifted his position, placing his hands under me again, lifting me up for a better angle. He was so much deeper this way, and I let out a low moan as the strong sensations built within me again. A slow, steady, deep build. I could feel tingles from the top of my head, all the way to my toes. My nails bit into his shoulders as I held on, Yael’s eyes as green as I’d ever seen them as they captured me in their glow.