Thayla
The stillness and silence surrounding us are peaceful.
Not heavy or crushing like everything that just ripped free from me.
That was…excruciating.
There were some moments where I couldn’t even cry or scream because I couldn’t pull enough air into my lungs. That’s exactly what the last two days without them felt like. Suffocating, although I could function through it.
Every moment without them, my whole being grew more desperate. All the anxiety and fear that I wouldn’t succeed built up inside of me, aiding, feeding that emotional barrier.
Fuck, I know better now.
I don’t think I’ll ever put another one up. I don’t mean just between them and me. No one.
Once I got enough energy in me, I’ll take Mellcom’s down as well. I’ll have to be in a much better mindset for his, though.
“Come on,” Creed says, but it’s more of a warning than anything.
He lifts me effortlessly off the floor and marches toward my bathroom. My eyes widen as I catch a glimpse of myself.
Shit. No wonder the stupid-ass Beginning Gods were looking at me like I was crazy.
My messy hair and the dried blood on my face really add an air of instability to my eyes.
I couldn’t care less, and the thought flees me when Creed sets me on my feet. My knees wobble and my fingers curl into his shirt for balance. His hands grip my hips and our gazes collide.
“We’ve got you,” he whispers.
Four sets of hands get to work undressing me. Nothing’s rushed or hurried. Their gentle touches are doing two things. Checking me over for any injuries and feeding that desperate desire to just touch me.
I need them to touch me.
I want to be so consumed with them, I forget the last two days ever even happened.
The warm spray of water welcomes us in, and I have to bite my tongue when they all step in here with their clothes on. Part of me is tempted to Obliterate the cloth, but I decide against it when Kyzen tilts my chin up.
“Close your eyes,” he says.
I do so without argument and everything around me intensifies.
The other three trace my skin with their fingers while he starts washing my hair. There’s something undeniably comforting and…arousing about being taken care of like this.
I soak up every sensation.
Despite not being able to see, I know who’s doing exactly what.
Creed and Riven have taken a side each, washing every inch of my upper body.
It’s Amick who’s kneeling before me.
He’s methodical with his touches. Intentional in a way that says I’m not doing this to turn you on, but to take care of you.
Even though he’s unknowingly doing both.
My breathing grows heavier the longer Kyzen massages my scalp, and they clean away more than dirt and blood.
A shuddering breath pours from my mouth when they rinse away the suds and lay their lips to my skin. Their souls flood mine with more love and devotion than I know what to do with.
This…this is exactly what I wanted our reunion to feel like.
I wanted—needed—to feel their love to this extent.
I meant it when I said I wanted to be smothered by it.
They kiss down my shoulders, my hands, fingertips, my heart. They lavish me in their love, and emotion clogs my throat as my desperation to touch them, hold them, have them overwhelms me.
My hands reach out, tangling into the shirt closest to me, and I snatch him forward.
Amick’s lips crash into mine and I wrap my arms around him. His hands run up my neck until he tangles his fingers into the back of my hair and tugs it back, deepening our kiss.
My muffled moans have a tremor racing through his body.
“I want you. I want all my men,” I pant as I break our kiss.
Faster than I can blink, our mouths are locked back together as he lifts me off my feet and marches us out of the shower.
The sound of wet clothes slapping the floor echoes around my bedroom.
I try my damnedest to chase his lips when he breaks our kiss, but he stops me, and without warning, sets me on my knees…
Hoovering above Creed’s face.
“I…you can’t—”
“Don’t tell me how I can or can’t eat your pussy. Now sit.”
Why the fuck did he even command me to do that, I don’t know. He snatches my hips down and buries his tongue inside my core. I scream out as he rocks me back and forth, creating a delicious friction that makes my head swim.
“We’ve been starving for you, little burden,” Riven says as he runs a finger teasingly over my nipple and lays a kiss against my neck. “Days locked away from you have made us feral. So feed that man what the fuck he wants.”
He lays a surprising slap to my ass that has my hips shifting of their own accord. Creed groans, squeezing my sides and making me go faster.
I grind myself against his face, chasing the release that’s burning low in my belly.
They aren’t the only ones feral for me.
Fuck, I want them—all—so bad.
“Creed,” I warn.
“Come on his face, little goddess. Don’t you stop.”
Kyzen runs his hand up and down my spine. When he applies the smallest amount of pressure to my asshole, I explode.
Stars dance in front of my eyes, and I gasp for breath as I tilt forward, bracing my palm against the wall.
They give me no reprieve, though.
My head spins as Creed lifts me with ease and moves me until my thighs straddle his body. The head of his dick presses against me, begging for entrance.
I slam myself down and my head bows as the sensation of being stretched so fast, so fucking perfect sends heat through my blood.
He pinches my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“You’re going to take all your men.”
“Yes,” I agree, then gasp as a tip of a finger—Kyzen’s finger—pushes inside of my ass.
“Relax, gorgeous. I’ve got you.”
I breathe through the sensation as he pushes past my muscle and my body shivers as Creed’s cock twitches inside of me. Fuck, it’s already a tight squeeze and that’s just his finger.
Beside me, Amick pops the top off of something, and my deep, quiet moans fall silent.
“What’s that?”
“Lubrication. The wetter you and Kyzen are, the easier this will be.”
I nod and the cool gel pulls a hiss from me when Kyzen rubs it around my ass. I hold my breath, waiting for him to push himself in.
“Easy,” he says. “I’m still going to stretch you a little more. Enjoy Creed and these two.”
A small moan snatches the breath out of me when Creed shifts his hips up and Riven circles my clit. Amick teases my nipples and lays his lips wherever he can reach. After a moment, the sensation of all of them has me shaking with need.
I swear they sense it.
Kyzen withdraws his fingers, but when the head of his dick replaces them, my whole body locks up.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I pant frantically.
Everyone freezes.
“Hey, look at me,” Riven says, tilting my face toward him. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m—fuck, I don’t know. Scared, excited, a lot of both. I know it’s going to feel great once I’m used to it, but before we get to that point.”
I shake my head, but he nods.
“Do…” He swallows and stares intensely into my eyes. “Would you like my help?”
I sag in relief.
“Yes. Please.”
“Are you sure? You can use your Seduction if it makes you more comfortable.”
I grunt. “I’m so turned on right now, my Seduction will make my mind hazy. I want to experience this without that.”
His throat bobs as he gulps. “Okay. I’ll help until he’s situated, then I’m pulling my Harmony back. If you don’t like it, even for a second, you have to tell me. Promise me.”
I cup his cheek and bring his lips to mine.
“I will. You’d never do anything to hurt or take my choices from me, Riven. I know that with my whole heart and soul.”
He groans as he deepens our kiss. His finger glides back down to my clit, and I gasp as his Harmony seeps through my flesh. He swallows down the sound as my body melts into my men.
“There you go. Good girl. I’m going to push in now, Thayla,” Kyzen warns.
A flash of heat sears through me. There’s no hiding the pressure behind the Harmony, but it isn’t painful at all.
It’s overwhelming fullness.
“Fuck,” Creed and Kyzen groan at the same time once they’re both completely settled inside of me.
With scary synchrony, they pick up their rhythm, and my pants pull deeper from my chest.
“I’m letting go, angel.”
He doesn’t snatch his power away. It slowly recedes from me, but the second it’s all gone, I tremble.
“Oh fuck.” My nails dig into Creed’s chest as desperate moans fall from my mouth. “Gods, it’s so much.”
“Do you want them to stop?” Amick asks.
“Absolutely not.”
Four low chuckles that are mixed with groans echo in my ears and I bask in this feeling. I try to pick up the pace with them, but that’s not going to happen. They’re fucking me to their hearts’ content and all I can do is enjoy every second of it.
Yet, I want more.
Fuck, I’m so greedy for them.
“On your knees, both of you,” I command, meeting Amick’s and Riven’s heated gazes.
My fingers wrap around Riven as I turn my face toward Amick. Before I can tug him into my mouth, he grips my hair and tilts my head back.
“Give Riven what he wants. I’m quite enjoying the show.”
He turns me back to his brother, never releasing my hair, and I swear I damn near come on the spot as he guides my head down. He never lets go. He holds me exactly how he wants me as I suck Riven’s cock down my throat.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that,” he hisses through his teeth, and I clench down on Kyzen and Creed, snatching groans from their lips.
There’s no way to truly prepare yourself to take three men at once while another’s eyes are burning marks onto your skin.
I’m a reckless mess and I’m loving every second of it.
The thin layer of flesh separating Creed and Kyzen almost feels nonexistent as they fuck me senseless. It’s a struggle to keep Riven’s dick in my mouth. I’m probably sucking harder than I normally would, but he doesn’t give a fuck. His husky prayers of my name tell me everything I need to know.
Amick’s hand tightens in my hair, and I’m desperate to see why his breaths are growing shallower. The thought that he’s touching himself while holding my face against his brother causes my walls to clench.