Seduction (Curse of the Gods #3)

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.

“I love you,” I found myself saying, before turning to look at Yael. “I love you both.”

And … I really need to start thinking about things before I say them.

I quickly closed my eyes and sucked in a breath. Oh, gods. This was about to get awkward. Surprisingly enough it hadn’t been awkward to this point, even though I had expected Rome and Yael would be the least okay with sharing—

A slight touch against my lips had me peeking up through one half-open eye: Yael’s face was close to mine, his thumb against my lip.

“I love you, too, Willa-toy. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Life—immortality—none of it meant anything until you tripped in and started setting things on fire.”

I opened both of my eyes only to close them again as his lips pressed to mine, soft at first, and then harder. His tongue only barely brushed into my mouth before he was pulling back, and I was being shifted in the arms that held me. Rome’s face loomed over me, his lips pressing once against mine. He didn’t seem to care that Yael had just been kissing me.

“I love you, Rocks. Never doubt it.”

It was all too much for my heart. I pressed my lips to his again and then quickly twisted out of his arms, barely managing to land on my feet. My head only just poked out of the water, and I glanced up at them both from my height disadvantage.

“Am I swimming yet?” I asked, to dissipate the tension.

Yael rolled his eyes. “And she’s back.”

“Never left, Four.”

“One.”

“Four.”

“On—”

“Alright, brat,” Rome interrupted, tugging almost playfully on a lock of wet hair that was hanging down over my face. “Let’s get you back before Cyrus shows up again and gets another eyeful of something he’s not supposed to see.”

I cringed, leading us back downstream—I moved closer to the edge, so that I would be able to spot the dark outline of our clothes against the bank, and then we were out of the water and dressing ourselves again. I felt a strange mix of lingering foreboding, grief, and pure happiness: and the volatile mix of emotions was starting to make me feel a little sick. I thought about my mother back in the cave, cooking food with the supplies Cyrus had left, and another tug of grief pulled at me.

“She never would have been caught dead cooking me an actual meal,” I told the others, surprised that I was suddenly willing to talk about my mother. “Emmy used to do all the cooking—and before that, she would just bring back leftover scraps from the tavern.”

“We’re going to make him pay,” Rome promised quietly. “Whatever he wants from you, he’s not going to get it. He’s been trying to mess with us for decades—”

“Decades?” I broke in. “How old are you all, exactly?” It felt almost absurd to be asking that question after everything we had just done.

“Almost a hundred life-cycles,” Rome answered. “And for almost a hundred life-cycles, Staviti has failed to take us down. He’s about to find out that it’s just as hard to reach you as it is to reach us.”

“He’s about to find out that you’re not just a tool to hurt us,” Yael added. “You’re one of us.”

“He’s about to find out what it feels like to have my knee in his Sacred Balls,” I tacked on.