Storm Gods - G. Bailey Page 0,29

himself, so I give his hand a reassuring squeeze. “What I didn’t realise was that when I hurt them, I was hurting you, too,” he tells me quietly.

“Storm…,” I say, hardly daring to believe it. “Are you saying…?”

The weather god clears his throat. “I’m not saying it will be easy,” he admits. “And it will take…time. But the only thing I hate more than the idea of sharing you, Karma, is the idea of bringing you pain. So if that means letting them love you the way I do…” He takes a deep breath. “I’m willing to try.”

I swear, you can hear my heart melting. “Storm,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his neck, “I love you too.”

That seems to do it for him, as almost instantly he’s rolling me over, pushing me back on the bed as he peppers me with frantic kisses. I bask in his touch, the catharsis a hundred times more spectacular than I could have ever expected, and soon we’re a mess of pawing hands and lips, murmuring things to each other as we come undone in each other’s arms. Somehow he gets my clothes off, and I help him with his, even as his hands are on my breasts, on my hips, easing down to that place between my thighs and coaxing sounds out of me that I didn’t even know I was capable of. He takes his time with it, nudging my legs apart with his thigh as he allows his fingers to continue their work, sending waves of pleasure through my body with even the slightest movement. I’m like clay in his hands, coming undone at his touch, and from the sounds the storm god is making, he’s feeling similarly.

I buck my hips instinctively into Storm’s hand as he gradually increases his pace, the thumb on my clit working in tight circles while he palms my breast with his free hand, his purple eyes boring into me. His lips muffle my desperate cry as my orgasm hits me full force, leaving me trembling in his arms as he shelters me with his muscular body.

“I love you,” I tell him again once I’m finally able to articulate, and that seems to set him off.

Storm growls my name and settles between my legs, a hand on my thigh as he pushes into me with a long stroke that leaves me gasping. He gives me some time to adjust before he starts to move, his mouth pressed to my neck while I tangle my hands in his hair. His pace is quick and intense, every shift of his hips feeling like it’s lighting me on fire as he pulls my body against his. I can already feel another orgasm on the heels of my last one, and before long I’m seeing stars, moaning breathlessly against his lips as he makes love to me like there’s no tomorrow. I come again moments before he does, his hips stuttering as he finishes inside me and buries his face in my shoulder while we catch our breaths. Dazed, I run my hands through his hair as I stare up at the ceiling, for once without words.

I shiver when he pulls out of me, collapsing next to me on the bed and allowing me to nuzzle my face into his chest. “Please don’t go,” I implore him when I feel him move. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“You’re not alone, Karma,” Storm murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head while his hands run absently up and down my back. “You never were.”

Chapter 13

“We need to talk,” dad announces that evening as we sit down around the dinner table. He’s addressing all of us, and I can tell by the tone of his voice that he means business. Hugo and Damien quiet down at their end of the table, while Peyton puts a comforting arm around Mads’s shoulders, squeezing her tightly once before letting her go. I’m seated between Storm and Killian, with Seth in the spot across from me; the guys’ proximity gives me more strength than I thought possible. In the aftermath of my time with Storm, it seems like some of the tension has eased up between them, and I have to give the weather god credit for the effort he’s clearly putting into this. It’s heartwarming, and even if they haven’t gone to being best friends overnight, there’s an air of tentative compromise between the three of them that I recognise without them