8. Kyzen
Kyzen
Time has always fascinated me in the quiet moments.
Not the catastrophic ones or the realm-ending ones where every second feels sharpened into a blade against your throat. Those moments are easy to notice. Easy to remember. It’s the smaller ones that matter.
The ones people don’t realize they’ll carry with them forever.
I’ll never forget that after meeting with the two most elusive Beginning Gods, we came home and baked fucking cookies.
I lean back in my chair at the dining table as warmth from the kitchen settles around me. Behind me, a cabinet slams, Creed swears, and another laugh immediately leaves Riven.
I smirk despite not turning to see what’s happening.
“Get the fuck out of my kitchen,” Creed barks.
“Come on now, Death. I’m helping,” Riven singsongs.
A snort leaves me and I glance over my shoulder enough to catch the scene unfolding behind me. Creed has flour smeared across one side of his jaw and is absolutely seething. Riven—fucking Riven—is leaning against the counter, eating pieces of chocolate straight from the bowl.
“You’re not even pretending to contribute,” Amick comments mindlessly from the living room where he’s scribbling away on some parchment.
“I’m moral support and encouragement.”
“You’re a damn parasite,” Creed growls, glaring at Riven as he tosses his rag at him.
“A charming parasite.”
A slow grin pulls at my mouth as I turn back toward the table, letting the noise settle around me instead of adding anything.
That’s the thing people misunderstand about peace. They think it’s silence and stillness. It isn’t.
Peace is this.
The scent of sugar and chocolate in the air. The sound of your brothers playfully—somewhat—arguing over stupid shit. The absence of screaming. The absence of fear.
I truly enjoy moments like this.
My attention lifts instinctively toward the new smell that reaches my senses, and my soul warms, then settles low in my chest. The others don’t notice the shift yet. They’re still too busy bickering.
I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with the freshly showered scent drifting from Thayla’s hall. Her soft footsteps follow seconds later. I keep my attention there just so I can watch her reaction to what’s unfolding in here.
It doesn’t disappoint.
Her gaze is cast right toward Creed and Riven, and her brow arches as a slow smirk crosses her lips.
My eyes trace over her body covered in a large T-shirt.
She may or may not have anything on under it.
Her smile widens when she catches me staring, and she shakes her head as she crosses the space to the side of my chair.
“Cookies? Really?” she asks.
Her warm lips meet mine, but before she can pull away, I grip her hips and perch her on the table in front of me rather than letting her go to her seat. She doesn’t protest. She’ll get a front-row seat at the show behind me, and I get to stare at her.
“You always need cookies after Chaos, little burden. You should know that,” Riven calls and Thayla’s chuckle breaks our kiss.
“How was he able to talk Creed into this? I thought we all were ready for bed?” she asks.
“He didn’t talk him into it. He wore him down, then pulled out his signature line.”
“Which is?”
“It’ll make my angel so happy,” I say, and she tosses her head back, laughing.
It’s a soul-stopping sight.
“Well, at least it’s true. I do love cookies.”
“Yeah, he knows that.” I chuckle, then lean down and kiss her bare thigh. “How was your shower?”
“Lonely,” she says as she runs her nails across my scalp.
“You asked to take one alone, you know.”
“Ugh, I know. It was a ridiculous request,” she says, then a sigh slips through her lips as I lean my head into her lap and wrap my arms around her.
The longer I sit here holding her, the ticking of the timekeeper tattooed on my heart steadies and the more content my soul grows. Hers matches my strokes, and I bask in this feeling. I could live my life just wrapped in her arms.
“You want to talk about anything?” I ask after a few minutes of her being silent.
“Nope. I just want to enjoy this moment. Sort of thought I’d be enjoying something other than this when I got out of the shower, but this is nice as well.”
I don’t miss a thing about what she doesn’t say.
She doesn’t have to say it.
I’ve been patiently waiting for her permission.
I hum and lay another kiss to her skin. Her breath hitches the slightest bit, and my teeth graze her thigh as a smile splits across my mouth.
Yep, that’s exactly what I thought.
My fingers trail up the back of her calves as I pick my head up and glance at her. I find her already staring at me.
“What did you think you’d be enjoying, little goddess?” Her eyes flare at my low question.
“My men,” she whispers.
“All your men are right here.”
She puckers her lips.
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m not sure I do.” I bite back the smirk attempting to stretch across my mouth from the sassy scowl she gives me. “There is something I’d enjoy far more than cookies right now, though.”
“What’s that?” she asks breathily, peeking down at my hands as I slowly trace them up her thighs.
Her legs twitch and part an inch more just as my thumbs skim beneath the hem of her shirt. A quiet whimper spills from her throat as I drag my hands away from where she wants them.
I don’t bother hiding my pleased smile this time.
One by one, I grip her ankles and place her feet in my lap. Slow and purposeful, I push her knees open a little more. The baby-blue underwear she has on doesn’t hide the outline of her perfect pussy.
“I want you to sit right here, quiet and still. I’m going to enjoy eating you out while my brothers are none the wiser until you’re coming on my tongue.”
Her eyes flare.
“Kyzen.”
Her breath is both a warning and a plea.
I hold her gaze as I slowly drag her forward until her ass is on the edge of the table. She leans back just a touch as my head dips down, and my lips brush against the fabric blocking her flesh from me.
“Can you do that for me, gorgeous?” I whisper.
“Stay quiet and still? No. Impossible.”
I chuckle against her and her hips jerk in response.
“Nothing’s impossible. You’ll figure it out.”
A small moan slips from the back of her throat as I press my lips harder against her. Her arousal dampens her underwear, and I want to rip them off with my teeth. I tease her a few more times through the fabric, just to test how loud she may get before I actually bury my face between her legs.
To my satisfaction, she does a good job keeping her groans on the quieter side.
Without warning, I snatch the material blocking my way to the side and drag my tongue across her pussy. A slip of a sound falls from her, but she sucks it down just as fast.
I dive in and feast on her like a man on borrowed time.
A deep groan travels from my throat and vibrates against her clit when she tangles her fingers in my hair, holding me exactly where she wants me. I don’t mind one fucking bit.
She’s doing so well being quiet for me like I asked her to be.
If she needs to grip me to ground herself, I’ll allow it.
Fuck, if she decided to take over and grind herself against my face, I wouldn’t mind at all.
I don’t dare adjust the pace and pattern of my tongue, but the second I slide a finger inside of her, her walls close around me. Every time I curl it toward me, her legs tense and shake a little more. Her flawless thighs tighten around my head, muffling my hearing.
She’s seconds away from coming all over my face and I’d rather taste that than hear the sounds about to explode from her. A distant chime sounds from behind me, and as if that were her cue, her entire body locks up. My name rips from her throat.
I smile against her clit, easing off her for a misleading second. She damn near comes off the table when I run my tongue across her one last time.
My finger’s slow pumps never stop while I free myself from my pants and sit up in smug satisfaction. The absolute silence coming from behind me is honestly louder than the low, quiet moans coming from her.
I pull my hand free from her grip for the sole purpose of tugging her underwear off completely. The small sound that falls free from her as I drag her off the side of the table and onto my lap has a deep chuckle leaving me.
“Very good job, little goddess. Now, you can be as loud as you want while I fuck you.”
A long, drawn-out yes pulls from her chest as I sink her down on me. Her eyes roll back, and I groan at the glorious feeling.
“Well, are you three going to join or just stand there and gawk?” I ask, not bothering to take my eyes off her. I know their heated gazes are searing her skin.
Amick reaches us first, and he’s quick to pull her shirt over her head. I don’t waste a second latching onto her perky nipple as soon as her breast bounces in my face. She slows the rhythm of her body and shivers as all her men lay their hands on her.
Riven—the absolute fucking menace—lays across the table behind her, kicking his fucking feet in the air as he plants kisses against her neck.
“Bad little burden. Letting Kyzen eat you out on the table like you were his last meal.”
She moans and leans back as he sucks her skin between his lips. The slow tempo of her hips moving back and forth is about to kill me.
“Was this little teaser his idea or yours?”
“His,” she says, immediately throwing me under the table. “You’re the one who teased me, though. You said you’d have something sweet that would melt in my mouth waiting for me after my shower. Cookies weren’t what I thought you were talking about.”
Fuck.
A low groan escapes me and I slam myself deeper inside of her.
“I did say that. Very misleading on my part. I apologize.” He chuckles. “Once he’s done fucking you, I’m putting you in the center of this table and taking you from behind. Which of the others’ dicks are you going to suck?”
“Gods,” she groans. “Both, either. I don’t care. I want all my men.”
My hips pump faster as her nails dig into my shoulders. Over and over, I pick her up and slam inside of her. I wouldn’t be surprised if my fingerprints bruise her hips.