I had never felt so restless before. So completely unable to stay in one spot. I needed them both, and I needed them too desperately to be content with any of their touches or kisses. Aros helped me to turn, and then suddenly I was laying on top of him, my back to his front as Coen lowered himself over my front, just enough to put pressure along the length of my body, but not enough to weigh me down. Both of his hands were now holding him up, and his kiss deepened, broken up only by the small growl emanating from the back of his throat.
His Pain grew heavier, then, but it was countered almost immediately by a rush of heady pleasure, enough to force my body into an involuntary arch. I gasped, breaking the kiss, my head falling to Aros’s shoulder. His hands slipped up over my hips, and Coen lifted a little of his weight. I could feel Coen’s eyes on me, the attention almost like a physical touch as Aros’s fingers pushed beneath the waist of my pants. The Trickery-designed cloth was tight, unwilling to allow him access, but he only applied a quick, downward tug of pressure, and I heard the tear of material as it gave way. His hand pushed beneath the hem of my underwear, his fingers finding my core. Coen watched my reaction: the way my mouth dropped open on a gasp, the way I strained to push up into the body above me while still pushing down against the fingers that stroked me. I needed more.
“Fuck, I can’t stand this,” Coen groaned, his mouth falling down on mine, his body shifting slightly to the side, his weight dropping down to his left elbow.
He wasn’t covering me anymore, only pressing into my side, but I couldn’t complain—not with Aros’s heavy breath against my neck and the feeling of bliss building up quickly through my body.
“Watching this is torture.” Coen sounded angry, but I didn’t have time to respond before my shirt was pulled away and flicked up over my head, breaking our kiss for only a breath before we came together again.
“Need. Both,” I managed, but I wasn’t sure if either of them heard me.
“I need her.” The words had come from Aros, muttered heavily as his fingers pushed into me.
“I fucking need her,” this had come from Coen, the words dashed against my lips.
Both of them pulled back, swearing. This felt like new, uncertain territory, and I wasn’t sure why. My body was suddenly turned again, but this time they seemed to have taken on my restlessness, their hands pulling at the scraps of clothing that still remained on my body, casting them from the bed as though personally offended by them. I was turned toward Aros, Coen now warming my back, and both of them were grabbing a hold of my body, dragging it in opposing directions. Coen had filled his hands with my breasts, pulling my upper half against him as small tendrils of pain licked down my chest, merging into a stinging haze of need as it neared my belly. Aros had taken my hips, dragging them against his, before his hand slipped down over one of my thighs, drawing it up and over his hip. His hardness was suddenly nestled between my legs, and I pressed against it, feeling overwhelmed by their warring powers even though I still strained for more of them.
Aros was swearing again, pushing against me.
“Choose,” Coen growled out, his touch growing rough, his cheek dragging across the back of my neck. “Quickly, before I make the choice for both of us.”
Aros shifted, sliding my leg back down again. His lips pressed hard to mine, before drawing back.
“Willa.” He was demanding my attention.
My eyes were heavy, slow to blink open, unwilling to break the haze of pain and pleasure.
“How do you want to do this?” His voice was strained. “We really need to know, because I don’t think we can hold on any longer.”
“Both,” I muttered, a small gasp escaping my throat. Coen’s fingers had slipped between my legs, his grunt against the back of my neck telling me that he didn’t so much care about the semantics.
Aros took my mouth again, shifting his hips back a little. He pulled my leg out again but placed it against the bed instead of slinging it over his hip, and then his hands were on my face and Coen was drawing his fingers away. I cried out, reaching for both of them, but Aros quickly smothered the sound with his lips, flooding his power into me as pain shimmered across the backs of my thighs. There was another sensation there, too. Something hard, pushing between my legs from behind. A hand was on the back of my thigh, pushing the leg that Aros had positioned further up the bed, and then Coen was sinking his length into me. Aros swallowed up each of my sounds, but there was no masking the rough curse that Coen released against the base of my neck as he drew back and pushed forward again, deeper this time.
I clutched at Aros, the pain-power seeming to surge through me with each of Coen’s movements, even though my body was loving every moment of what he did to me.
“Both,” I finally managed to demand, though I wasn’t exactly sure how that was going to be possible.
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.”