Strength (Curse of the Gods #4)(69)

It wasn’t until Aros shifted further up the bed that I realised how they were going to manage it. Once he had moved up far enough, I reached for his pants, working them down over his hips and taking his hard length into my hands. I caressed him lightly and heard the breath hiss out from between his teeth. It wasn’t until Coen tightened his hold on my hip, surging into me with more force than before, that I was spurred into action.

I dipped forward, Aros moving at the same time, and my mouth opened as he pressed between my lips. He seemed to be trying to move slowly, to allow me to adjust, but I tried to swallow all of him, and he groaned, his hands quickly shifting to the back of my head, his hips flexing forward.

We quickly developed a rhythm: pain and pleasure at war in my body as Coen drove me closer to release.

Aros growled out a rough sound. “I’m going to come, Willa,” he told me.

I figured it was a warning, but I definitely wasn’t going to stop. I tried to pull him in deeper, and he groaned, releasing into the back of my throat.

Coen shifted me around as Aros eased out, lifting my body higher for greater access. He slammed harder into me, a tingling sensation ricocheting through my body. The sparks of pleasure had faded now that Aros was gone, but I was too far lost to care. Right then, pain and pleasure were two sides of the same token.

I cried out, and Coen groaned into my neck, his sounds muffled as we rode out our pleasure together.

I wasn’t sure how long we lay tangled together afterward, but the haze of bliss took a long time to fade from the edges of my mind. I was buzzing with energy suddenly, my eyes wide awake, my mind alert. I assumed that not too much time had passed, because light was still streaming in through the windows high in the stone wall.

“Wait ...” I tensed, drawing a grunt of acknowledgement from one of the inert bodies at my side. “You were waking me up? Did something happen?”

I pushed myself up into a sitting position, but a strong arm very quickly wrapped around me, pulling me back down.

“Not now,” was the sleepy grumble that accompanied the arm. “Later. After sleep. And more sex.”

My body buzzed in response, my toes curling involuntarily. Sex. It seemed like a very underwhelming word for what I had just experienced. Another groan answered that thought, this time from the other body.

“Don’t tempt us, we’re not that drained.”

“Shit.” I tried to disentangle myself again, finally managing to gain my knees. Drained.

Two huge, beautiful gods lay sprawled before me, completely naked. I didn’t even remember them taking off their clothes.

“I drained you both. I stole your energy.” My tone was accusatory, but I was only accusing myself. I felt terrible.

“Yes.” Coen opened one eye sleepily, fixing it on me. “Now come here and drain me again.”

I snorted out a laugh before I could stop myself, and the sleepy smile that turned up the corners of his mouth had my heart melting into a puddle in the centre of my chest.

“I can see everything.” Aros sounded like he was complaining, but his hand was already slipping up the inside of my thigh, his eyes both open and burning into me. “You’re going to either have to put some clothes on or give us back our energy so that you can steal it from us all over again.”

All of the laughter died out of me. I was aching again, my thighs tensing around his hand. I felt thoroughly satisfied, but the sudden tightening of my body was enough to suggest that I would never have enough of them.

“Keep looking at me like that,” Aros warned, his hand inching up higher.

I began to part my knees, just a little, but a sudden sound wailing through the room had us all pausing. It sounded like an alarm of some kind. A horn, blasting in a succession of sounds.

“What the hell?” I scrambled from the bed, the others moving even faster.

They had their clothes on before I had even managed to locate my pants. Not that they were much use, considering the fact that they were torn beyond repair.

“Here.” Aros was pulling a shirt over my head, but it wasn’t one of mine. It fell to my knees and drowned my form, though it did manage to smell clean.

“Thanks,” I muttered distractedly, as we all hurried to make our way out of the room.

I only had one boot on, whereas the other two were fully dressed and didn’t even seem to have a single hair out of place. I wouldn’t have cared in any other situation, but I didn’t particularly want to be caught in the middle of a battle with only one boot and no underwear.

Aros stopped walking, causing me to collide with his back. Coen has also stopped. Both of them were staring at me while the sound of the alarm continued to blast through the corridor around us.

“You didn’t put on underwear?” Coen asked, his eyebrows inching up.

“Is that really important right now?” I had to raise my voice over the sound of the horn.

The two of them glanced at each other, and then back to me, both sets of eyes dropping to the hem of the oversized shirt I wore.

“I feel like it’s important,” Coen admitted, while Aros nodded.

I swallowed, my mouth going dry. Suddenly, the alarm didn’t seem so ... alarming.

“Let’s go,” Coen ground out. “The next time I have you won’t be in a damn stone hallway.”

“Why not?” I called out after him, as he took off at a run. Aros was close on his heels.