“I didn’t hear you apologize,” Amick says, and Riven swings his pout from me to him.
“I apologized plenty last night.”
“Having sex does not make up for the emotional distress you put her under. It undoubtedly helps, but we’re all capable of that. You need to use your words and apologize. Also apologize to all of us for getting yourself taken.”
Rivenpstsandtsks, but the four of us line up, cross our arms, and stare him down.
“Oh, come on. Four against one is cheating. I’m the one who had to suffer and now you’re all ganging up on me.”
“Not gonna work, Riven,” Kyzen says.
“Fine, but you all know my decision was worth it,” he groans and splays his hands out at his brothers. “I offer my most abject, grovel-on-the-floor, please-don’t-banish-me apology. If apologies were currency, I’d be throwing gold bars at your feet right now. Granted, instead of gold, I gave you all a Gods Binding but whatever. Regardless. I’m sorry. Truly. Stupidly. Completely.”
He bows dramatically and blows each of us a kiss.
“Now to Thayla specifically.”
He sneers at Amick.
“I just apologized.”
“For getting taken. It’s still vastly up in the air if your decision was the wisest or most idiotic thing you’ve ever done. Now, apologize for hurting her feelings.”
Those mismatched eyes swing to me.
“Did I really hurt your feelings?”
I offer him a sad smile.
He made up for it plenty last night, and I’m not just referring to the sex. Him opening up explained everything I needed to know and understand.
I won’t turn down an apology, though.
In two small strides, he stands before me, then lowers himself to the ground and grips my hands.
“My heart is a tragic little instrument, wheezing out a sad song. Please accept this musically questionable apology and the fact that I actually mean it.”
I bite my lip to keep from smiling at his stupid ass.
The thing is, he’s trying to be funny right now, but his blue eye doesn’t lie.
He didn’t like hearing that he hurt my feelings.
“I like you on your knees for me.”
His gaze darkens as a warming smirk crosses his face.
“Careful, angel. I’d hate for my brothers to see how much better I am at worshipping you than they are.”
“Better my ass,” Creed grumbles.
“I would like to observe your techniques so I can judge for myself if you’re treating her properly.”
I snort, but Riven doesn’t let my hand go so I can cover my mouth.
“Tell him right now that I know what I’m doing.”
“What’s wrong, Riven? Afraid to perform under pressure?”
