“Are all of you still mine?”
My face flames as none of them respond. The mortification that erupts through my chest is damn near unbearable. I shove Kyzen’s hands off me, only for him to wrap his arms around me tighter.
“Untie the knots, my endling.”
My head thrashes back and forth.
“No, I can’t. I can’t handle it.”
“You can and you will. Untie it.”
I grit my teeth at the command in Creed’s tone.
Just face it, Thayla.
Rip off the bandage and get it over with.
There’s nothing graceful about the way I tear through the knot that’s kept my emotions clogged in my chest and theirs beating at the barrier.
There’s nothing gentle about the gasp that steals my breath.
The ambush of them explodes across my heart and soul.
I drown in a flood of devotion, fierce loyalty, and possession of the most flattering degree. There’s a combination of the more normal emotions as well.
Anger, fear, relief.
There’s one that’s stronger than the rest. I’m almost too petrified to acknowledge it.
It hums through every drop of blood in my body. There’s no stopping its power as it lays waste to every doubt in my mind.
Undeniably, unmistakable, and unrestrained.
I cover my mouth to hold back the sound trying to escape me.
Breathe, Thayla.
In, out, in…
My ropes lash out in different directions, and I yank them to me. Their hands add to Kyzen’s unwavering touch.
Tremors wreak havoc on me as I try with all my might to fight back the truth thrusting its way up my throat.
A soul-splitting sob rips free as I crumble in their grasps.
Valories…
I love these men so fucking much it hurts.
Breaking in their arms is not the way I want to admit the hardest truth I’ve ever faced. To love not one, but all four of them so equally, so completely, is the most petrifying thing I’ve ever admitted to myself.
I’ve never loved like this. I didn’t even know I could feel something this strongly.
I have no clue how to say it or put it into words.
So I don’t.
I flood my slivers of soul with the ferocity of the emotion and break into a thousand pieces in their arms.
