Thayla #2
I brace one hand on Creed’s chest, digging my nails into his skin above his heart, while wrapping my fingers around Riven. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock, then I suck him down until my lips hit my knuckles.
My eyes cast up, colliding with his, and the pleasure written across his face is my undoing. Not in the sense I’m ready to come again.
I’m ready for him to.
I want him to fall the fuck apart for me.
I hit him with everything I got in my soul. His hips jerk and his head falls back as I swallow down every drop of him.
My mouth slips off of him, and I lick the bead of cum dripping from the tip of his dick.
“Fuck, angel,” he groans.
Creed curses under his breath, gripping my hips as he slams into me, making Kyzen match his pace.
The room fills with my screams as their thrusts grow frantic, and my soul lashes out toward them. They both shudder, cursing and praying my name as their releases tear through them.
My attention turns to the side, and a deep moan falls from my lips. I track Amick’s fist, moving up and down his cock, and I want more than fucking anything for that to be my hand.
Kyzen and Creed shift, and I halt them.
“No,” I say. “Neither of you pulls out of me until Amick finishes in my mouth.”
“Shit,” the two of them and Riven groan.
My mouth wraps around the head of Amick’s dick so fast, he shivers. He tries to release himself, but I don’t allow it. I hold my hand over his and make him continue his strokes.
My lips crash into our conjoined hands over and over.
A hum vibrates my throat when Riven’s finger finds its way back to my clit.
“Come with him. Let us see you come apart one more time,” he whispers in my ear, and I tremble.
Fuck yes. I want that.
The faster his finger circles my clit, the faster, deeper, my mouth takes Amick. My muffled cries mingle with his heavy breaths, and Creed and Kyzen grunt as I can’t help but push against them.
Fire travels its way up my spine, and my toes curl as it reaches my lower belly.
I don’t even have to touch Amick’s soul. It’s like he knows.
His muscles lock up just as I scream around him, and his cum shoots down the back of my throat. The second he slips from my lips, I crash into Creed’s chest, panting as my eyes fall shut.
My small whimper echoes around the room as the two of them finally pull out of me, groaning like that just sucked every ounce of energy from them.
Other than the sound of our heavy breaths, no one speaks or breaks the stillness, and I smile to myself as they each touch me.
Wordlessly, and somehow scarily coordinated, they maneuver my body until Amick’s holding me bridal style, marching us back toward my bathroom. The others’ footsteps echo right behind us.
The warm water of my hot spring bathtub welcomes us in, and deep sighs echo from each of us. Amick positions me comfortably on his lap while the others sit around us.
Creed and Riven grab a thigh each of mine as Kyzen pulls my feet into his lap. The way his thumb massages into the arch of my foot has a groan attempting to bubble out of me.
I burrow further into Amick’s chest and allow the rightness to settle over me.
Fuck, I didn’t realize how much of myself was suppressed by that emotional barrier.
It’s a confusing but comforting feeling loving someone—well, someone’s—as much as I love them. It’s…difficult to put it into words. I don’t believe I’m dependent on them in a sense that I can’t do anything for myself. It’s more so, I like who I am better when they’re here.
They complete me in a way that’s hard to explain. I don’t really think it needs an explanation, though.
I’m just happy to have it back.
Amick flinches the tiniest bit beneath me as I run my finger over his knuckles. The angry red decorating his skin makes my chest tight and I breathe through the sensation.
My gaze devoured the cuts and bruises across his, Creed’s, and Riven’s faces as they tore pleasure from my body. I’ve never seen marks on them like this, except for when I flipped my shit after the imitation room, and I don’t fucking like it.
I lock onto the small cut marring Kyzen’s mark.
He’s the only one without a wound on his face, but that little tear over his heart hurts mine.
“You’re staring, little goddess.”
I flick my attention to the knowing look in his eyes.
“You’re shirtless.”
He gives me a small, tender smile as the others shift around us. Their body language says more than they do.
“You all did this to each other.”
My quiet whisper goes unanswered for a long moment, and my body continues to rise and fall with Amick’s deep breaths.
“I punched Riven.”
My head cocks to the side the slightest bit, and Kyzen bites his lip to hide the chuckle trying to break free. There’s no doubt he finds the shock on my face hilarious.
“I deserved it. I teased about something I had no business teasing about.”
“You didn’t know, Riven,” Amick says.
My mouth opens and closes repeatedly. I don’t know what to say about either of those statements.
“We got some things out in the open that we should’ve talked about a long time ago. Secrets, feelings, and assumptions we never should’ve kept from one another,” Kyzen says, no doubt sensing the fact I want to say something, but I don’t know what.
“So…you’re all okay now?”
His eyes roam over his brothers, and they each shift, glancing at one another as well.
“Yeah, we’re okay.”
Well, then.
I can’t help but squirm. They’ve always had a tendency to finish each other’s sentences or give the same answer at the same time. That was something else, though.
Like a vow they just decided to give one another.
My heart and soul hum as each of theirs seems to grow lighter. I don’t need the explicit details of what caused this to happen between them to know that it changed something.
For the better.
They seem…closer.
“Can I ask you something?” Riven asks, and I let my head fall to the side so I can see him better.
“Anything.”
“You said that Derivius told you. Did you mean his story? How he was disowned?”
My eyes soften.
“In a very drunk, emotional way…yeah, he told me what happened.”
“He was drunk?” His gaze grows wide with worry and my forehead wrinkles.
“Very. The next morning, he didn’t even remember everything we had discussed.”
“Fuck,” he mutters.
“Is that a bad thing? I mean, really no one should get that wasted, but under the circumstances, I understood.”
“Derivius hasn’t had a drink in, fuck, I’m not even sure how many years,” Creed says.
Oh.
“Well, that explains the open honesty and lack of memory,” I say, but concern has crept deep through them. “I fixed his temple.”
“You what?” they all ask, and again, I fidget in Amick’s lap.
In the shortened version of the event, I tell them what happened when my Chaos and Creation came together and instead of destroying what was left of his dilapidated structure, I made it right once again.
“Shit, little burden. That’s so fucking badass.”
I huff a quiet laugh.
“I just let my power do its thing.”
“What else did your power do?” Amick asks.
I knew that was coming.
Goose bumps break out across his arm, and I smile as I chase them away with my finger.
“My Chaos and Creation fixed his temple. My power of Boundaries…placed the emotional barrier.”
They grumble under their breaths about hoping I never do that again and I smirk.
“I also wrapped it around my fist and punched Mellcom. He went flying through the barrier at the Abandon.”
I can’t help but chuckle at the very heated look Riven gives me. Their hums of approval settle against my spine. Then I focus on Creed and swallow.
“I made an agreement with my power of Accord in Hell.”
“You what?” he asks, narrowing his gaze.
“Not in the way you think. I sort of…called Delun out on his double dipping in benefiting from you and your father. We basically came to the agreement that once you were free from the arrangement made on your behalf, his life would be changing. Not for the better.”
“That motherfucker,” he grunts, staring off to the side and shaking his head.
“You used your Consequence in the sexiest of ways at the Neutral,” Riven says, wiggling his brows.
“I did.” I chuckle. “I also used it with the Goddess of Illusion. I told her that her days of hiding in a reality she curated to avoid the bad that she aids will come to an end. Then, well, you all saw me use my Obliteration.”
For a moment, they gawk at me before stunned laughs belt from each of them. The melody warms me from the inside out.
Their souls stroke mine in the most invigorating kind of way. There’s no feeling in this realm like your very being experiencing your men’s pride for you. It’s damn breathtaking.
“You never cease to amaze me, Mysenta.”
I hum and settle into his lap as he lays a kiss to my forehead. The others draw closer to me, and I sigh from their touches.
Part of me wants to say something like it was nothing. I was determined to do what I had to do for them.
The other part of me refuses to allow myself to downplay what I did. I stood in front of Domain Gods, some of whom have directly and indirectly caused me pain, and I got what we needed from them. Hopefully, I even opened the eyes of some.
The whole journey came at an emotional cost I wasn’t prepared for, but that’s a price I’d pay for them a thousand times over. They’d pay it for me.
There isn’t anything in this realm I—we—wouldn’t do to protect each other.