15. Thayla #3
My body is obviously his to command. It melts like butter in his hands as I release a deep breath.
Riven slowly and so gently works his way in. The head of his cock slips past my muscle and we all three groan.
“Fuck, it is so damn tight,” he breathes. “We’re going to rip this perfect little burden in half.”
“No, we won’t,” Amick says. “She can handle us. Isn’t that right, Thayla?”
“Gods, yes.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head as Riven wraps my hair around his fists and pulls me back until I brace my hands against Amick. A silent agreement obviously passes between them because without an uttered word, they move as one in perfect fucking synchrony.
All I can do is hold on as they fuck me how they please. Worship me how they see fit.
And I never want it to end.
Each promising thrust has my pleasure soaring. My Seduction rumbles in my lower belly, full to the damn brim and begging for more.
“Your other two men are standing in the corner watching you,” Amick whispers. “You should see the desire on their faces.”
“Please,” I cry out.
“Please what? You want them to join us as well?”
His low voice does unspeakable things to me. It’s a true mindfuck how my most poised and formal god can turn into such a heathen when he’s inside of me.
“Yes.” I moan.
“You two come over here,” he calls out. “Our goddess needs more.”
Another guttural cry pours out of me when Creed and Kyzen fucking pounce.
Creed’s fingers trace ungodly circles around my clit as Kyzen drags his teeth across one of my nipples.
My orgasm tears through me far faster than I was prepared for, and damn if I don’t snatch Riven and Amick right over the edge with me by accident.
The three of us fall into a heap against one another and our heavy breaths echo around the room.
They both take a second to get their wits about them before slowly pulling out of me.
I barely move. I stay right on all fours in the center of my bed.
“I’m not finished,” I say.
Kyzen chuckles, dragging his thumb across his lip.
“You sure, little goddess? I can take care of myself.”
“No,” I say. “My mouth will take care of you.”
That little laugh of his dies on his tongue as his heated gaze roams over me. I already know by the nod of his head that he’s telling Creed to climb behind me. Exactly where I wanted him.
“Open wide, gorgeous,” Kyzen commands as he frees himself from his pants.
My mouth fucking waters. He’s as hard as granite and I can’t wait to run my tongue over the vein on his dick. He knows it too. That gorgeous, cocky-ass smirk of his tells me he’s all too aware of how bad I want him.
I savor the way his eyes flutter shut as I circle the tip of his cock with my tongue. He’s holding himself back from pumping his hips and I let out a smug little chuckle. It morphs right into a moan when a hand smacks down against my ass.
Creed slams inside of me in one smooth thrust and Kyzen takes the advantage as well. Tears spring to my eyes as I gag around him, but that doesn’t stop me. If anything, that drives me on.
I meet Creed’s brutal strokes and drag Kyzen with me every time I shift. There’s something incredibly empowering knowing that they could take control of this situation. They could easily just fuck me how they please, yet they let me take my pleasure from them however I want.
Don’t get me wrong, even if they did take over, I’d still be pleasured beyond belief and completely happy, but I do love when they let me think I’m calling all the shots.
I’m good as gone when Riven and Amick finally pull themselves together and decide to join in torturing me.
My fingers dig into the sheets as they team up against me, and my mind grows hazy from the overstimulating sensations. It takes every drop of effort I have left in me to remind myself to breathe.
Fire licks up my spine as my orgasm builds, and every inch of my body tingles.
“Be our good girl and come apart for us.”
Those sinful words fall from Creed’s mouth and he lays another slap across my ass that sends me fucking roaring into oblivion. I swear I black out for a breath. By the time I open my eyes again, I’m cuddled against a chest while multiple hands stroke patterns across my skin.
“You all are downright ungodly,” I pant. “I’m still seeing stars.”
Riven’s chest rumbles beneath me and I smile against his skin.
“You, little burden, are the one who decided to give us a little striptease in the kitchen.”
“Is that why her shirt and swimsuit top were randomly lying around?” Kyzen asks.
“Yep,” Riven says proudly. “She was feening for her men.”
“Yes, I was. I have no problem admitting I’m obsessed with my men and have been thinking about you all day.”
Four appreciative hums echo around me and I snuggle as close to Riven as possible.
I’d crawl under his skin if I could.
He’d probably grin from ear to ear if I actually told him that out loud right now.
“How did yours and Gladian’s talk go?” Amick asks after a moment of blissful silence.
“No,” I whine, rolling over until I can face him.
I cup his cheek and legitimately pout. “Not tonight, please. I know you want to know and I want to too, but what I want more than that is a night with all of you that doesn’t include talk of the realm or anything that has to do with anyone outside this Valtrue.
We’ll wake up fresh in the morning and talk about everything then before we meet the others so Doren can do his thing. ”
To some, what I’m asking isn’t a big deal at all. To Amick…
It’s a lot to ask him to put aside something he wants to speak about for hours. That’s so much time for him to obsess and fixate on the subject.
Guilt rears within me and I open my mouth to tell him never mind.
He was ready for it.
His finger presses against my lips and he offers me a small smile.
“Whatever you want,” he says. “Creed will go start dinner and I’ll get you cleaned up. We’ll have a relaxing night.”
“Relaxing for me. You’re going to think about their conversation until we wake up in the morning.”
He shrugs.
“And? I’ll get my answers in the morning. By then, I’ll know all the questions I want to ask.”
“Or…how about a compromise?” I ask, then squeal as he scoops me up and heads toward my bathroom.
“We don’t have to compromise on this.”
“But we can,” I say. “You question Creed to your heart’s desire tonight, but after I go to sleep. Then in the morning, you can easily fill me in.”
He slows his steps, and behind us, Creed grunts while Riven and Kyzen laugh.
“I like that. That works for me.”
“Does my opinion make a fuck?” Creed asks.
He grumbles under his breath when the four of us say no at the same time. My laugh swiftly shifts into a sigh as Amick lowers us into my mini hot spring. I lay my head against his chest and get comfortable as he suds up a rag.
This is utter perfection.