My soul answers his call before I even tell it to. My muscles lock up and a searing heat blazes through my blood as we explode together.
Dark spots dance across my eyes and small cries tumble from my lips. He lays kisses down my leg, causing more twitches to jerk beneath my skin, then he slides it off his shoulder.
My hands tangle in his hair when he leans his forehead down to my chest. I shove his head away when he attempts to wrap his lips around my nipple.
“I can’t. I need a break.”
“That’s—”
“You don’t need a break, little burden,” Riven whispers as he cuts Amick off and lays kisses down my neck. “You’re going to call up that yummy little power of yours and fuck your two other men.”
Another deep moan slips from me as all of them continue to run their hands across my body. None of them touch any of my overly sensitive areas, but still. The glide of their hands down my sides, my thighs, and around my breast keeps me walking the line between being done and needing more.
Pressure builds in my lower belly.
Not the kind that comes when an orgasm is approaching, but my power. Ready and fucking begging to be set free.
I allow it out.
But not toward them.
Just to me. This is for me.
Warmth spreads, leaving my lower belly and cascading through my entire body. My breath deepens. The overwhelming sensitivity that was borderline painful softens like I just dimmed incredibly bright lights.
Instead of the overstimulation, I feel my skin again.
My heartbeat.
My desire and confidence are steady and unashamed.
“There you go, angel.”
The second Riven’s words leave his mouth, Kyzen’s lips collide with mine. Before he can situate himself between my legs, I flip us.
He allows it.
My lips trace down his neck and it takes great strength in my mental state not to rip his shirt clean off his body. I want to taste his skin and touch him everywhere, but I won’t cross his boundary.
I do tug on the hem until it’s right below his pecks, and I leave a trail of kisses down his abs. Before I can go as low as I want, he grips my jaw and makes me glance up at him.
“No. Tonight is about you and your pleasure.”
A groan that’s a mix of frustration and a moan pours from my throat as I crawl back up his body. My hand wraps around his cock and I slide myself down. Not too fast or too slow.
I take enough time to watch the pleasure glide across his face and his eyes roll back.
I took too much time observing his reactions.
His hands grip my hips, lifting me up and down with little effort or assistance from me. He bounces me on his dick like he’s trying to see how deep he can go.
A lustful hiss whistles from his mouth as my hands push off against his chest and I sit myself straight. My head tilts back as I shift my hips. I find my rhythm and momentum.
“Touch me.”
My sultry plea has four sets of hands and three mouths landing everywhere on my body.
My eyes stay locked on Kyzen’s face. Every soft curse and praise has me grinding against him faster. His gaze can’t decide between watching the pleasure written across mine or staring at where our bodies become one.
