“Where the fuck is my cake?”
“What?” Both of us ask.
“My cake. Why did Amick get a cake for fucking Thayla, but I don’t? It was a lot of work losing my virginity and I got nothing more than a grunted ‘good morning’ when I came from Thayla’s room. Alone, by the way. Don’t appreciate that, angel.”
I slap my hand over my mouth when I snort and the entire kitchen falls silent. It’s damn near impossible to hold it in when Riven’s eyes narrow on me and he places his hands on his hips.
“Wait, so…You and Riven?” Kyzen asks, glancing down at my red face.
“Consummated our marriage last night.”
“Riven.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “We didn’t get married, but to answer your question, yes.”
A squeal slips free from me when Kyzen picks me up and spins me. His laugh wraps around my soul and his happiness bleeds through me.
“Congratulations, little goddess. How do you feel? How does your soul feel?”
“Good, everything feels good.” I sigh into his chest as he puts me down.
Another body moves into my line of sight, and I tilt my head up at Amick’s more concerned than happy face.
“What’s wrong, Candyman?”
“I was unaware that Riven was inexperienced. He’s made jokes before, but I assumed he was teasing. Did he perform up to standard?”
“Oh, and what fucking standard is that?” Riven yells.
Amick’s brows furrow as he motions his hand between himself, Creed, and Kyzen.
“Ours, obviously. I need to make sure you met all of her needs. If you didn’t, I prepared a lesson for you after our last conversation on this subject. Again, I thought you were teasing me, so I filed it away, but it’s ready for us to go over.”
“When was this first conversation?” I ask, but they ignore me.
“Is he being for real right now?”
Riven’s offended gaze travels over each of us, and I curl my lips between my teeth to keep from smiling.
Or laughing. I’m trying so hard not to laugh at them.
“I’m quite serious. This is a serious concern.”
“For the fucking Valories, Amick. I was raised in a damn sex chamber. I know what I’m doing.”
My grunt is very, very, unkind and loud.
“Too soon? My bad, little burden.”
I roll my eyes and push myself up on my toes. Amick surprises me by turning into the kiss meant for his cheek and I hum happily.
“You are glowing this morning, so he must have done something right. Unless it’s your soul’s doing.”
“He did plenty right and my soul is…well, I don’t know how to explain it. It’s something we can talk about over breakfast and after Creed fixes up Kyzen’s hand.”
“What’s wrong with your hand?” Creed barks as he stomps over to us.
“It’s nothing.”
“It is something. He accidentally cut himself with a sword.”
