Time catches up when his lips land against mine, yet there isn’t a thing rushed about his kiss.
“Let us worship you, little goddess,” he whispers as he leans his forehead against mine.
My eyes flare.
“All of you?”
“All of us.”
The synchrony of the four of them answering at once has a shiver cascading down my spine.
Fuck.
Can I handle that?
They each lay a hand somewhere on my body and my core throbs.
Yes, yes, I can.
I nod.
“Yes.”
A surprised shriek tears from me when Creed slings me over his shoulder faster than I can blink and marches toward my room. I push myself up, using his ass as leverage, and heat flashes through my body.
The other three stalk behind us with pure, unfiltered determination and desire etched on their gorgeous, pretty much matching faces.
Shit.
My back bounces on my mattress as Creed unceremoniously throws me down. I push myself up on my elbows and stare as the others deposit my gifts, including my daggers, on my mantel, then join Creed at the foot of my bed.
“Make the bed big enough for all of us, Thayla,” Amick orders and I swallow.
“Can you just do it for me? The last thing on my mind is learning how to build a bed.”
They all release deep chuckles that settle in my lower belly. My power responds as if it thinks it’s needed right now.
A small shrill slips from me as my bed shakes, then expands multiple feet both ways. Everything grows with it. The post, the canopy, the sheets, the comforter. Everything adapts to the new size and my eyes widen.
“Looks like we just got a new bedroom,” Riven says, wiggling his brows before pouncing on the bed.
I don’t have a second to prepare for him as his body covers mine. We sink deeper into the mattress and our kiss.
A pathetic little whimper sounds in the back of my throat as he pulls back from me and joins his brothers once again.
The panting breath coming from my chest grows sharper as I stare at the four of them.
“I don’t…”
“You held off telling us those three glorious words because you didn’t want to pick who to say it to first. Now you don’t want to choose who fucks you first.”
The smirk Riven gives me is nothing short of a warning.
He’s going to devour me.
“I don’t.”
“Don’t worry about that, gorgeous. We’ve got you.”
