Chapter 25 Thayla #2
It’s potent.
“Did he take good care of you, gorgeous?”
My whole body flames for an entirely different reason and my core throbs. “Yes, he did.”
Needless to say, plenty of sleep escaped me last night.
Yet, I can assure you I’m not tired or groggy in the slightest. A little sore, yes, but it’s an amazing ache.
It was a mind-boggling night as Amick flip-flopped from ravaging my body to providing the most intimate aftercare I’ve ever experienced.
Despite the many things he’d done to me that would prove my words wrong, I told him I knew being overly touchy still wasn’t something he was comfortable with.
He broke out that deliciously stern voice of his and told me he’d never allow me to clean myself up after he’d done whatever he pleased to me and that it was his pleasure to take care of me in all ways.
Swoon.
“Good.” He smiles against my lips, then turns to Amick beside me. “And how do you feel?”
“Amazing. It was the best night of my existence. I look forward to many more nights just like that.”
Gods. I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle multiple nights like that.
Add Kyzen into the mix and I’m not going to be able to walk.
Oh, shit…there are two more I plan on adding to this equation.
My chest flutters and I refrain from squeezing my thighs together. Creed releases a small grunt and my gaze whips to him. I find him already staring at me. Eyes blazing.
Not white, though, just…heated.
“Did you feel that?” I ask.
“Sure did.”
Oh fuck.
“Wait, I felt a tug too. What was that? Obviously, your soul, but why did I feel it so keenly?” Kyzen bounces his attention between us.
I arch a brow at Creed to see if he’s going to answer, but he’s too busy looking between us.
“Well, Creed’s going to have to confirm this, but something has changed.
It changed for me as soon as my soul connected completely to Amick’s.
I have, I don’t know how to explain it really, I can feel you three far more distinctly now.
Apparently, you all can feel me a little more as well even when I’m not actually trying to tug on you. ”
“Explain what’s going on with her soul,” Amick demands.
“It’s strengthening. I’m not entirely sure how to explain it either, but it’s stronger.
The tethers that I follow to each of us are no longer like wisps.
They don’t flow like smoke anymore. They’re taut like my power when I cast it out.
Like ropes. More than half of her soul is now anchored.
It’s starting to truly settle into its new homes. ”
“That’s…exactly how it feels.” I nod, and they all turn toward me. “I can’t see it—wait, can you really see it?”
He grunts and I make the same noise in return.
“Well, that’s impressive. Anyway, I can’t see anything, but I do feel I guess something akin to a rope connecting to each of you.
My sliver that I sense is right here”—I lay my hand to my heart—“but there are also strands that detach from it and go in different directions. I don’t know if that makes any sense. ”
“Yeah, what you’re saying does make sense, but I don’t feel that rope. Do you?” Kyzen’s asks, turning toward Amick.
“No, I don’t either. I do feel like I sense her more, though.”
“Neither of you would need a rope. It’s your soul and her soul inside of you. If you feel something, it’s coming from her.”
I hum while Kyzen and Amick nod because yeah, obviously. My soul better be the only damn one in them.
Aside from their own, of course.
I make my way over to the kettle on the stove, then go ahead and pull five mugs down with a smug smirk on my face as Kyzen and Amick stand at the counter with Creed.
“Did you really bake us a cake to celebrate our coupling?”
I snort at Amick’s terminology.
“Didn’t know that’s what I was baking it for, but yes.”
“It’s worth a celebration. I can assure you. One day, you’ll understand. Kyzen, I assume this was your idea?”
I don’t dare turn around. They’d all no doubt pick on me.
“Yeah, man. I’m really happy for you both and wanted to make this special.”
My heart flutters and it’s not my soul. I do caress that little…rope inside of me that attaches to Kyzen, though.
I smile down into my coffee as he gasps, then proceeds to tell his brothers “nothing” when they ask what’s wrong.
“Go on to the table and I’ll bring everyone a slice,” Creed says.
I turn with all five mugs clenched uncoordinatedly in my fingers, but Amick’s grumpy frown on his face halts me.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’d seem you were right last night.”
It takes me a moment to try to remember what I said last night that I’m right about now. The second it clicks, a fit of laughter breaks out of me.
After I made the whole comment about him not having to be touchy and him putting me in my place about it, I blushed and nearly passed out from the swoon-worthy sentiment.
Then I died laughing when he said he would not provide aftercare for his brothers, and they’d have to help themselves.
I knew he didn’t mean it literally like in the sense of him actually cleaning them up like he did me. He’d said it right after he’d gone to the kitchen, fixed me a drink, a snack, then sat behind me and brushed my wet hair out.
He has no intentions of catering to those needs for them. I gently reminded him Kyzen usually fixes our coffee every morning and Creed fixes almost every single meal for us without complaint.
He didn’t respond, which I’ve learned his silence sometimes means disagreement and sometimes not. Last night, he obviously disagreed, so he didn’t comment.
Now he’s facing the reality that Kyzen made Creed bake us a cake, and Creed is cutting said cake for all of us.
A screech leaves my lips, stealing the smile right off my face as soon as I set the mugs on the table and Riven pops up beside me.
“Hell yeah, cake for breakfast.”
I slap his hand away from the slice Creed sets down that I had my eye on. It has the most berries and that’s the one I want.
“One day, Riven, you’re going to scare me at the wrong moment, like when I have a knife in my hand, and I’m going to stab you.”
“Promises, promises, little burden. So are we celebrating breaking out of this hellhole today?”
“No. Thayla and I had sex last night. Kyzen and Creed baked us a cake to honor the occasion. It isn’t a nutritious breakfast, but I find the sentiment very endearing.”
Riven’s sneer is immediate, and I’m torn between laughing or shoving a slice of cake in his face.
“I don’t know if I’m pissed or impressed.”
“Both,” all four of us say and he grumbles something about us being disgusting as he plops himself down in his seat.
I chuckle at his dramatics and sit down with far more grace, but at the same time, unfortunately, a bubble of fear and doubt blooms in my belly at his words.
I obviously didn’t forget we’re getting ready to leave, but the excitement flowing through the house this morning was keeping all my negative thoughts at bay.
Now dread is trying to take over.
This, as in the Godsdawn, despite my belief that it would be when I got here, isn’t my hellhole…
The first stop on our quest is.