Chapter 8 Kyzen
Kyzen
I’ve never known what it was like to wake up with a woman in my arms.
Neither my brothers nor I have ever allowed ourselves to have a relationship that was meaningful enough for us to stay over at their house.
No goddess has ever set foot into our home.
Ever.
Until Thayla.
I thought waking up and meeting her in the kitchen alone before the guys or the sun came up was special. The quiet conversations and jokes shared just between the two of us made my day, and my feelings for her grew with every passing minute.
Yesterday and this morning elevated that to a whole new level.
Instead of waking up to my internal alarm or the one on my sunsetter—that doesn’t even sound like a Vedarya—I woke up with her stretching out and pushing her tight little ass into my dick.
That woke it and me up.
I drank down every inch of her just like I did countless times yesterday and well into the night.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
My power shifted every way while I was buried inside of her.
Some moments I slowed it so I could cherish her fully.
Then I’d speed it up so I could race to see her fall apart for me once again.
Right as she’d come, I’d make time stand still so I could imprint the pleasure written across her face to my mind.
I need to see that look as often as possible.
The time we’ve known each other may not seem like long enough to grow that attached to someone, but when you live and spend nearly your entire day with that person, the seconds become minutes. The minutes drift into hours and the hours turn to days.
The buildup, the time we took getting to know one another, made yesterday more than I could’ve imagined.
I’m already addicted to the eternity I’m going to have with her.
It may be her soul attached to mine permanently now, but I can assure you, she owns mine just as much.
“Why are you coming from Thayla’s room?” That low, dark-ass voice has me jumping. I was so lost in my bliss, I didn’t even notice Creed already sitting at the dining table.
Before I can say anything, his eyes narrow dangerously on me.
“What the fuck did you do?”
“Don’t start that shit, Creed,” I warn as I make my way to grab two coffee mugs.
Last night, the only time I wasn’t inside of Thayla was when I came out here to grab us a snack and drink. I found the living areas empty, but the medley soup and bread were sitting on the stove, waiting for whoever wanted them.
I wanted to go check on him, but I knew better than to do that after what happened. He has his routine he follows to snap himself out of it. I don’t interfere unless I see that he can’t calm himself down.
If you step in when he doesn’t need you to, it makes him worse. Like Thayla—unknowingly, of course—almost did when she touched him. It’d seem his night alone didn’t provide him enough time to calm all the way down.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
“Yes, I do. I didn’t know that would happen to her soul, but regardless, I never had any intention of it being removed from me.”
He stands from the table and stomps his way over to face me. “Did you bother telling her that she can never have her soul back now?”
I throw my hands up and stare at him. “Yeah, actually, I did. I immediately told her it completely sealed itself to mine. Since we’re in the mood to call each other out this morning, it’d seem, when do you plan on telling her your fucking soul did something to hers yesterday?”
That gets his attention.
The mean-ass glare he had on his face falters. The panic that replaces it is quickly wiped away.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Quit lying, Creed. It’s no coincidence that she freaked the hell out at the exact same time as you did yesterday and destroyed her bathroom, just like you do every damn time.”
He flinches the slightest bit, and the sorrowful frown that spreads across his face calms down my simmering anger.
“Is she okay?”
“She’s fine now, but she deserves to know. I don’t exactly know what happened, but I can promise you, I’m not lying to her for you.”
His shoulders sag and regret crosses every feature on him. “I just need a minute to wrap my head around what happened. Could you fucking give me that? I’m not asking you to lie to her.”
“Lie to me about what?”
We both whip around to find Thayla standing at the end of her hall, with her hands perched on her hips.
Hips that might have bruises from how much I gripped them.
Fuck, I just want to run my tongue—
“Kyzen.”
I bite my lip as I meet her glare. It’s not really a glare. It’s a stunning, freshly fucked glow that I want her to walk around with every day.
“Sorry, gorgeous. Creed and I were having a little disagreement.”
“Yeah, I caught the ass end of it. Who’s lying to me?”
“Technically, he’s lying by omission. He knows something but isn’t ready to say anything, even though he should.”
I meet his gaze that’s burning into my face and raise my brows. He can be honest about everything now or at least be honest and tell her what I’m saying is true.
“Creed.”
His eyes drift from mine to hers. “I’m not ready to talk about yesterday.”
Her hands fall to her side as her face softens. “Did something bad happen?”
“Multiple bad things.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” we both say at the same time.
She scans us, weighing the heaviness in the air before settling on him.
“I know it has to do with my soul. It’s written across your face. I won’t push you this morning to tell me, Creed, but if this is something that could hurt me and you’re not telling me or preparing me, sooner rather than later, I’m not going to forgive you.”
He swallows roughly, and I almost feel bad for him.
I know when shit like what happened yesterday happens, it sends him spiraling to a dark place. Him hearing her say she won’t forgive him is eating his fears alive.
It’ll be his own fault, though. I refuse to mediate any more than I have.
“I understand. I’m not going to let anything hurt you.”
A shaky breath falls from her plump, still swollen lips, and she nods once.
He makes his way back to the table silently as she approaches me and the mugs I pulled down. I can’t help but pin her body between mine and the counter.
I lay a line of kisses from behind her ear down her neck. “You look amazing.”
“Stop it, we’re not alone,” she whisper-laughs as a blush blooms across her cheeks, but that doesn’t stop her from pushing her ass into my dick.
My chuckle bounces around us as she twirls out of my arms and strolls her way to the table to fix her coffee. My eyes stalk every move she makes.
Fuck me.
Despite all the shit we’ve got going on, life is a hell of a lot brighter this morning.
“Why are you so happy this morning?”
My head turns toward Riven, thinking he’s asking me that since I have a permanently carved smile on my face. I find him staring at Thayla instead.
Yeah, her happiness this morning is definitely noticeable.
I’m not giving credit to the early morning rays from the window that cast her in a perfect light. Those flushed cheeks and semi-swollen lips that are tilted in their own smirk scream just been fucked.
By me. I gave her that look.
I’m damn smug about it too.
“I’m always happy, thank you very much.”
“Lie to someone who will believe you, angel. That…genuine smile on your face is freaking me out.”
Her nostrils twitch. She goes to say something, no doubt sarcastic, but Amick cuts in as he walks up behind Riven and takes a look at her for himself.
“She’s no longer sexually frustrated, and her body is currently basking in the aftermath of releasing so many helpful hormones. Do be helpful yourself, Riven. Allow her to enjoy this and not piss her off.”
My eyes widen. I’m not sure what’s more shocking. Him using the word piss or him knowing she, namely we’ve, had sex.
Her mouth parts in surprise and she looks from him to me.
Then at Riven and at Creed.
“I…we…”
She stutters, suddenly nervous as she whips her head around at everyone repeatedly and I glare at Amick for putting her on the spot like that. He raises his brows at me as he walks over to her, and I shake my head.
“Judging by the look that could kill on Kyzen’s face, I just said something I wasn’t supposed to. I apologize, Thayla.” He wraps her hand with his.
I’ll admit—to myself—a pinch of jealousy burns through my chest, but I shove that shit down when her shoulders slump in relief.
Her reaction is eye-opening.
It may have briefly bothered her that he said that in front of everyone, but his feelings about this had her more worried.
Fuck, I can be a selfish little shit sometimes. I didn’t even consider Amick’s feelings on the matter prior or after.
I was basking in my own hormones.
“Amick, can we have a word with you?”
“Why can’t you say what you want to say in front of us?” Riven asks, perching his hands on his hips.
“Because I need to have a conversation with Amick and Thayla about our relationship.”
His face clouds over. “Fine. While you’re conversing, it’d be great if the three of you got your horniness under control. It’s a little unfair that I’m gonna have to walk around with a boner that I don’t benefit from all day.”
He starshoots out of the kitchen, and Thayla sighs.
“I’m going to get ready.” Creed grunts as he slides his chair out and stomps away as well.
“I knew they weren’t really okay with this.”
“It’s not that they aren’t okay. They don’t know how to process their emotions. Namely, their jealousy and desire to have this as well. What do you need to speak about, Kyzen? We’re going to fall behind schedule, and it’d seem breakfast isn’t even ready yet.”
I observe the shock dancing across Thayla’s face and the seriousness in his. It’s never easy knowing what he’s thinking or feeling. Usually, it takes me a little while watching what he does to get a better read on what’s running through his mind.
Right now, I don’t have the time or an inkling.
I take a seat on her other side and settle on being straightforward and simple. “Are we okay?”