Seduction (Curse of the Gods #3)(70)

“Are you okay with this?” Yael’s voice was only a growl. “I can’t leave. He won’t leave. It’ll have to be both of us.”

I didn’t really know what that meant—I knew what it meant, but I didn’t know how it was possible. I nodded anyway, because right now I needed both of them. Yael’s fingers slipped lower, until he brushed across my centre, touching me right where my body ached. I moved against his fingers, and he groaned into my shoulder. Rome stole the sounds that I might have made by taking my mouth again. The kiss was wild, almost desperate, and I started to wonder if I might be in over my head.

There was a lot of build-up in our relationship. A lot of need and frustration and desire—I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle one of them in this state, let alone two of them. I pulled back again to voice my concerns, but then Yael’s fingers slid inside me, and I decided I really, really didn’t care anymore.

I pushed up into his touch again, my hands gripping onto Rome’s shoulders as a tingling sensation built inside of me. Starting low and spreading through my body until I couldn’t take any more; everything welled up, exploding out in a sudden detonation that left me shuddering and falling against the expanse of Rome’s chest. He was breathing hard—almost as hard as me—his entire body clenched beneath mine as Yael pulled his hands back, setting them at my hips again. Rome pressed into me then, his hardness sending another shockwave through my body. His growl of possession had me clutching at him, Yael still supporting me from behind.

“Still okay, Will?” Rome’s voice was a rumble of need, and I could do nothing but nod and hold him tighter.

I needed this, Yael’s magic fingers had only left me craving more. Rome must have read that need in my eyes because he shifted my body slightly, and then that impressive length of his was pushing inside of me. Slowly, allowing my body to adjust as he filled me.

I groaned. Rome was big. Almost too big. I wasn’t sure I could take any more of him.

“Relax,” he tried to tell me, almost through gritted teeth. “Breathe, Will, relax. Please. Fuck.”

Somehow the sound of my nickname growled out of him was enough for me to relax, and then suddenly I was full, complete, and almost coming apart again already.

Pleasure overwhelmed me; it felt incredible, better than I could have imagined. That feeling of being surrounded by two of my boys. Of being able to touch them the way I was and have them both touch me in the same way.

Hands gripped me everywhere, brushing across my nipples, sliding along every sensitive part of my body. It was hard to believe that there were only two of them there. Yael was warm and hard against my back, and I couldn’t help but lean into him while Rome gripped my hips, sliding in and out, his pace increasing as we both lost control. I found Yael’s mouth, and reached behind me to wrap my hand around his length.

I had no idea what I was doing. Two sun-cycles ago, I would have panicked at the thought of having two Abcurses come apart in my hands, but now it felt almost empowering. Empowering enough that when Rome pulled me down onto him one more time, his teeth sinking heavily into my shoulder—and the orgasm ripped through me with enough force to kill a regular dweller—I could have sworn that some kind of actual power swelled up inside me, exploding outwards and vibrating through the water. Yael shuddered behind me, pushing himself into my hand and groaning, and then we were only a mess of limbs and gasps and shock.

What. Had. Just. Happened.

“What the fuck,” Yael groaned, almost repeating the thought that had echoed through me. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Rome only grunted in response, his chest and arms were shaking slightly as he stared down at me. I groaned again as he lifted me up, slowly sliding out of my body, before he pressed a kiss onto my lips. Just a gentle press of skin, and then I was being passed into Yael’s hands. I was glad that he hadn’t set me on my feet, because I was pretty sure I couldn’t stand.

I may not have even been able to walk.

Maybe I needed one of those wheeled chairs that some of the older dwellers used when they hurt their backs after too much labour. Oh gods … how was I going to run away from Rau next time if I was confined to a wheeled chair? How was I going to explain being confined to a wheeled chair to Emmy?

“Calm down, Will.” Rome sounded partway breathless and partway amused, a rough tenor still carrying in his tone. “You just need a few clicks. Your body will … readjust.”

I buried my head into Yael’s neck, making an embarrassed sound, but really, my entire body was too satiated to feel any proper embarrassment.

“How am I going to tell the others?” I muttered against the sweat-dotted skin of Yael’s shoulder.

“Just keep it even,” he murmured. “That’s the only thing that matters.”

I nodded, and then I was being passed back to Rome again. He bundled me up against his chest, one arm hooking beneath my knees and the other banding across my back.

“Hold on,” he warned me, a micro-click before he was ducking beneath the water and taking me with him.

I closed my eyes and held my breath, loving the feel of the cool water rushing over my flushed skin, and then we were breaking the surface again. I pushed my hair back, opening my eyes to the shadow of Rome’s face that was now a little more visible. Either my eyes had adjusted better to the darkness, or else the moon was peeking out from behind the clouds overhead. He met my gaze, and stilled, his lips pulling up in a smile that matched the one I hadn’t even been aware I was wearing.