“I don’t know. I’ve had to suffer and stew in jealousy over Kyzen and Amick for a while. I think it’s only fair I withhold that information at least long enough to rub it in their faces.”
I snort and shake my head. “That’s awful. None of you should be jealous of each other. I say you all work together to give me endless orgasms.”
He chuckles, tugging me down until my lips meet his. “Greedy-ass goddess.”
“Over my Valtrue? Yeah, a little bit.” My head only lies against his chest for a split second before something occurs to me. “Wait a minute, can I do that to you with my soul?”
His face falls blanker than a piece of parchment while mine becomes a mask of mischief.
I will be learning how my soul can make them come on command.
Kyzen
36
“No wonder our buddies didn’t want to stay for her power practice. The two of them are disgusting.”
I scoff at Riven’s taurnshit as we watch Creed and Thayla finish up their training.
Yeah, sure, they’re a little handsy today, but hell, I understand. I remember—intensely—how I felt invincible the day after we had sex for the first time.
Shit. I got to quit thinking about that.
“Green is a bad color on you, Riven,” I tease, laughing as he keeps staring at the two of them wrestling around on the ground.
“Obviously. I look best in burgundy. It pairs well with my tan skin and one eye. Actually, it looks good with the blue eye as well.”
“I believe Kyzen was using a mortal idiom. It’s a figure of speech suggesting jealousy doesn’t suit you.”
“Thank you for clarifying, Amick.”
“Anytime.”
I chuckle and Riven elbows me. “I’m not jealous. There’s nothing to be jealous of. You all seem to be so ready and excited for the little burden to hop on my dick, but you’re going to have your hearts broken when it happens. She will undoubtedly fall in love with me and leave the rest of you.”
“I’m positive if shehopson your penis, that isn’t going to feel pleasant. Are you sure you know what to do when the time comes?”
My body sways into Riven’s as I die of laughter, and he shoves me away, sneering at Amick like he caught a whiff of something awful.
It’s even more hilarious that Amick is dead-ass serious. There’s so much concern etched into his face, I know he’s seconds away from grilling Riven.
“Don’t you worry about mypenis. Matter of fact, can you not call it that? It’s my dick.”
“I most certainly won’t be calling it that. I’ll call it by its proper term.”
Riven and I share a glance with one another, and I know the exact same thing pops into our minds. I go to cover his mouth with my hand, but he slaps it away.
“Say dick, Amick.”
“No.”
“Okay, then cock.”
You would’ve thought someone stuck theirs in his breakfast with the look he’s giving Riven. His silence is loud and clear.
“Now that we’re on the subject—”
“We’re not on any subject,” I cut in, but that doesn’t stop him.
