8. Kyzen #2
My gaze jerks down as a hand slides between us, but Amick’s eyes are locked on her blissed-out face as he strums her clit.
“Come again, Mysenta. Take him down with you.”
“Fucker,” I grunt as her walls and soul clench around me.
Dark spots color my vision as heat slashes down my spine. My head falls back as she crashes forward, tucking her face into my neck.
She gets a whisper of a second to breathe before Riven and Amick work together to haul her up on the table. Sure as shit, they put her right in the middle where Riven said he wanted her.
I lean back and enjoy the show.
“Get up here and fuck her face, Amick,” Riven says, frying her ass cheek as he slides inside of her.
“That was quite vulgar,” Amick says and I run my thumb across my mouth to hide my smile.
“Do it. I want it,” Thayla pants, and I grunt as my eyes drift shut.
By the time they open again, Amick’s right where she wanted him, with his fingers holding her hair out of her face while she sucks his soul from him.
My brothers have no issue at all finding their rhythm. Thayla’s simply at their mercy as they tear pleasure from her body.
Creed lurks around the table, keeping her in his sights like she’s prey he’s stalking. The restraint it’s taking him to hold back from jumping right in causes a low chuckle to bubble in my chest.
The table groans under their weight as their paces pick up. The tension coiling through Amick and Riven, plus their frantic movements, give away how close they are to the edge.
She knows it too.
She rocks in sync with them as the muffled noises leaving her grow louder and her nails scrape across the wood. Seconds later, Riven lets out a curse as Amick murmurs her name like a prayer.
Then they all fall still, twitching and panting as they catch their breath.
Her forehead leans against the table as soon as Amick’s out of her way, and Creed’s deep laugh has a swear falling from her swollen lips. A small shriek echoes around us as he grips her ankles and drags her around to the edge of the table where he’s standing directly across from me.
His fingers wrap around her throat as he pulls her up to her knees until she’s facing me.
Well, Amick and Riven too, once they stumble their way over here.
“Watch your gods. Watch what seeing you find your pleasure does to them, my endling.”
Her eyes fly open as soon as he tugs her back a few more inches, then slams inside of her. His fingers flex around her throat and his other hand holds on to her hip as he picks up a punishing pace.
She can’t decide which of us to look at. Her gaze continues to roam across each of us. Every time her lids flutter shut, Riven tsks, and she forces them back open.
They’re heated, begging and shattering in the best way.
She fucking loves it. She fucking loves teasing us.
Despite the fact the three of us just enjoyed her, our bodies can’t help but respond when she runs one of her hands down her stomach. The frantic circles she draws around her clit have dark spots dotting my vision.
I can’t help myself.
I push up from my chair and crawl across the table to her.
My fingers move hers out of the way, and I continue what she started. Amick removes her other hand from her breast, and the second he sucks her nipple into his mouth, she cries out. She’s almost done for when Riven takes the other.
“You are our undoing,” I whisper a breath away from her lips. “Our everything. Our eternity, Thayla Godrun.”
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, I am, and you’re all mine.”
That we fucking are.
Amick, Riven, and I continue to work her into a frenzy while Creed fucks her recklessly.
She loves every second of it.
The confirmation falling from her lips only adds to the elation in the maddening strokes thrumming through her soul. She couldn’t deny how much she loves being the center of our realm even if she wanted to.
“Come, Creed,” she commands.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
His hand falls from her throat, and she inhales deeply, swaying forward into my arms. I catch her easily as Amick brushes the hair from her face, and Riven trails his fingers down her spine, stopping shy of where Creed’s resting his head.
A loud, sharp groan echoes around us and we all freeze, sucking in harsh breaths.
“Shit,” I mumble and my power lashes out of me.
I snatch Thayla into my arms and fall back into the chair I had been sitting in while my brothers haul ass off the table a millisecond before it splits in half.
The five of us stare in shock. At each other and our poor, destroyed dining room table. Only a silent beat passes before Thayla tosses her head back, falling headfirst into hysterical laughter.
I attempt to fight back my chuckles, but I fail.
Riven’s a lost cause, and even Creed can’t choke down his light laughter.
I press the heels of my palms into my eyes to ward away the tears building from how hard I’m laughing. Thayla’s no better as she wipes away the water that actually slipped free.
“I was very fond of that table,” Amick says with a small sigh.
The laughter that had just started to taper down starts right back up and he frowns at all of us.
“D-don’t worry, Candyman,” Thayla stutters, attempting to compose herself. “I got you.”
She peeks over her shoulder and stretches her hand out. I suppress the shiver that wants to break free from me when her power grazes my skin. I’m shocked silent as her Creation glows…gold.
Well, that’s new.
That delicious sensation only lasts a few beautiful, breathtaking seconds before our new dining room table takes shape. None of us say anything as Thayla smiles down at her palm. She rotates it around a couple of times as if she’s just making sure she saw what we did.
I give her a nod and return her smile when her eyes meet mine.
“Very good,” Amick hums, gaining our attention. “I like this design you put in the middle.”
“I bet you do,” she says with a sly smirk. “It’s an impression of my ass.”
A choked snort tumbles out of me, and I try to stop it. When her naked body vibrates in silent laughter, I give myself over as well.
“Gods,” Riven gasps through his giggles. “We’re literally going to be eating off her ass every day.”
His fist bangs against the table while his other hand grips onto Creed for dear life. Even my most grumpy of brothers can’t hold back his amusement in this moment.
Amick doesn’t hide the smile on his face despite the fact he’s shaking his head.
Valories…
Despite all the shit going on in our lives, this is peace.
This is time well spent with the people I love.