15. Thayla #2
Riven and Kyzen attempt to cover their chuckles with coughs, and Prath smirks at both of them. That reaction eases my worries.
If he knows the truth of what they did and can smile about it, then he isn’t a threat to me. Plus, I have no doubt they would’ve killed him—or at least have tried to—if they thought he was like Obsidian. They sure as fuck wouldn’t have let him come into our home.
“Well, I believe that’s enough for introductions today. Kyzen, escort Rose home on your way to walk them to their new home,” Amick says.
“Yes, please. I’m going to catch a little nap before Lambrit gets home,” Rose says, hopping up off the couch.
“I’ll be back,” Kyzen whispers in my ear, then lays a kiss on my cheek.
Riven bounds over to Vullie and wraps him in a hug that has me laughing to myself. With a few murmured goodbyes, the two of them and Rose follow Kyzen out the door, and I flop back on the couch.
“Well, it seems you all had a very productive day,” I say.
“Can’t believe while we were scouring Godsden, the four of you were getting drunk, having the time of your lives,” Sevryn grunts, adjusting Yemi on his lap.
She scoffs playfully.
“We are far from drunk. Thayla maybe had four glasses. Rose and I had five. Plus, that was hours ago.”
“I quit drinking and switched to just juice so I could keep an eye on Mara,” I say as Riven scoops me up and sets me in his lap.
“Keep an eye on her or drug her, little burden?” he asks, giggling into my neck.
“I did no such thing,” I argue. “If anyone drugged anyone, it was Yemi. She fixed the drinks.”
“I don’t drug my friends, thank you very much,” she says.
“Oh my gods. I thought we all were over that, but clearly not,” Riven sasses and I smile to myself.
“I assume the two of you won’t be attending your training this afternoon?” Amick asks as he brings me a glass of water.
How did he know I wanted that but had no intention of getting off Riven’s lap? No idea.
“I’d love to skip it. I’m comfy right where I am,” I say, hiding my smirk behind my glass as I wiggle in Riven’s lap.
He groans and squeezes my hips.
“Yeah, I’d love to take a nap and enjoy an afternoon of nothing,” Yemi adds.
A nap is on my list of things to do as well.
“V, would you please tell my—Val that we’re going to cancel today? Give him my sincerest apologies.”
“You sound truly apologetic.”
I snort, then send my thanks as he says he’ll let him know.
“Well, come on, you two. I need to get dinner done before the rest of our Valtrue get home,” Doren says, squeezing Sevryn’s shoulder.
Rather than putting Yemi down so she can walk on her own, he adjusts her in his grip until she’s tangled around him. I can’t help but laugh at the wink and wave she shoots me as they make their way out our front door.
“Dinner sounds divine. Why did my sweetling have to walk Gladian home? He’s a big boy and could’ve taken care of himself and Mara.”
“Because Gladdy thinks that Barir is his fourth Valtrue member and refused to walk into Hell to find out. So now Creed’s walking them home so they can nail down when the ol’ God of Strength has to face his fear.”
Riven’s silent laughter jolts me around, but my wide gaze seeks the truth from Amick. Apparently, given the stoic look on his face, that is the truth. Riven, of course, just has to make a joke about it.
“Shit,” I mutter. “That’s going to be something.”
“Something of a headache.” Amick sighs as he sits down on the other couch. “The last thing Creed needs to worry about right now is arranging Hell.”
True, but he’ll figure it out.
The house settles into a silence I’d almost forgotten existed. The day has been a whirlwind of seriousness, followed by laughter, excitement, multiple freak-outs from Mara, and just moments of enjoyment.
Now with it being just Riven, Amick, and me, I find myself enjoying this even more.
My gaze drifts over Amick as he flips through a random book. I know he’s simply not telling me every detail of the day because Creed and Kyzen are missing. He’s waiting for Creed to return and fill him in on the conversation he and Gladian had before he tells me about the day.
Riven, unable to sit still, runs his hands up and down my sides, humming happily. His fingers are a torturous mix between ticklish and teasing.
They’re so different, yet so similar. My lips curve.
Gods, I fucking love them. I love everything about all four of them.
Especially the fact that they’re all mine.
My girls’ day definitely brought me some much-needed relaxation time, but this right here is a dream. Just to be able to sit with my men, stare at them, and indulge in their presence means so much to me.
I plan to fully enjoy this blissful moment.
Hopefully, my other two arrive back home in time.
“Hey,” Riven groans as I push myself off his lap and drop my blanket at his feet.
I let out a small chuckle as I take a few strides through the kitchen, then tug my shirt over my head. My swimsuit top goes next.
Behind me, the couch creaks, but no footsteps follow.
As I reach my hall, I turn and face them. A damn shiver tries to slide down my spine as my gaze travels over the two of them standing shoulder to shoulder with each other but not following me along.
“What are you two waiting for?” I ask.
They glance at one another.
“Your permission,” Amick says and I arch a brow.
“You both always have my permission. What makes right now different?” I ask, then my smile grows as understanding completely dawns on me.
Fuck. Their care and consideration about my well-being make them even sexier.
“I had a few drinks, but not enough to impair me in any sort of way. I’m fully coherent and now even more turned on. Would either of you—preferably both of you—like to help with that or shall I help myself?”
Again, they glance at each other.
“Help,” they answer together, and my eyes flare as they march toward me.
Fuck me. Seriously.
My arms and legs wrap around Riven as he reaches me first and grabs two handfuls of my ass. Our lips lock together and we crash through my door not a moment later.
“You’re going to fuck my face today, angel,” he groans against my mouth. “I’ve been dreaming about it and I’m not waiting any longer to experience it.”
A desperate moan tears through my throat as he lays me back on the bed. Amick, the gentleman, unties my swimsuit bottoms for me. He no doubt purposely drags them from between my legs nice and slow, creating just enough friction to make me squirm.
“You heard him, Mysenta. Take your seat.”
Valories help me.
I don’t have nearly the reservations about this like I did when Creed surprised me. My thighs straddle Riven’s face, and I lower myself.
He wraps his arms around my legs and snatches me down as though I was taking too long giving him what he demanded. The second he runs his tongue the entire length of my pussy, damn heat blazes underneath my skin. It becomes even hotter when Amick grabs my hips and moves my body for me.
The low moans vibrating in the back of Riven’s throat have my fucking thighs shaking. He obviously loves the fact I’m grinding against his face.
“Riven. Riven,” I pant as the fire inside of me spreads from my belly to my toes.
He holds me tighter, not allowing me to push off the pleasure about to rip through my body.
My head falls back and a scream of his name travels from my throat.
He won’t stop licking, and I can’t stop twitching.
“No, I’m not done. Drown me, angel,” he begs as I attempt to push myself off.
“Fuck,” I moan, dragging myself against his tongue one more time. “I want—need you to fuck me.”
His lips wrap around my clit and suck, snatching another scream from me. My hands fall forward, catching myself as he wiggles out from underneath me. Before he can get situated behind me, Amick hums as he lies down beside me.
“Get on top of me,” he orders and my gaze flares.
I do as he says.
I do not wait for him to tell me what to do from there, though.
My fingers wrap around his dick and I lower myself down, enjoying every fucking second of him stretching me out.
“Grab that bottle I laid beside you, Riven.”
A tremor races through me as a giggle slips from him. His wet lips leave a trail on my back as he kisses me from the nape of my neck to the top of my ass.
“Guess I’m getting to try a lot of firsts today,” he whispers in my ear.
Amick grips my hips, pulling me up and then slamming me down once. I try so hard to shift, but he simply won’t allow it. He peers over my shoulder, nodding.
“Put a little lube on two of your fingers and spread it from the tip to your knuckle. Apply some to her as well.”
I wait for Riven’s scoff or his sassy remark about Amick trying to tell him what to do. It never comes. A breathy gasp escapes me as the cap on the bottle pops open and Riven does as he was instructed.
“Now, one finger at a time. Nice and slow. Once her muscles relax for one finger, you add the second.”
Oh my gods, I could die a happy goddess right now.
As Riven works a finger in, Amick finally shifts beneath me. They find a perfect rhythm in a matter of a few pumps. My tight muscles uncoil as I give myself over to how fucking good they feel.
When Riven adds his second finger and Amick finally allows me to take over, I feel like I could explode all over again.
It was nothing but a damn tease.
As soon as I pick up my pace, Amick slows me down.
“Is she ready?” he asks.
“Yeah, I believe so,” Riven says low. “Thayla?”
“I’m so fucking ready it’s not even funny.”
They both chuckle darkly and I tremble.
Amick slides his hands up to my waist and tugs me down until our chests are pressed together. A frantic little whimper forces its way out of my mouth when Riven withdraws his fingers from my ass.
Not a moment later, the head of his dick takes their place.
“Again, slow and easy. Work your way past her muscle,” Amick says.
My body locks up for a heartbeat and they both fall still.
“Do you want him to use his Harmony?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I want to feel every moment of this.”
“Then relax, Mysenta. We’ve got you.”
Fuck, yes, they do.