“Not a surprise. He’ll figure out whatever it is.”
“Yeah, I know he will, but I hate how he does this to himself. We could help. If the trial has him this stressed, he should let us help.”
“He’s fine, Kyzen. Drop it.”
I roll my eyes and slam the icebox door shut harder than necessary.
“Whatever. I’m going to check on Thayla and Riven.”
“Wait for me. I’m almost done.”
“Not a chance, asshole.”
I call my power forward and wrap it around him. His avoidance of this whole trial was fine until now. Amick’s struggling and needs us, but instead of pressing the issue with me, he’s ignoring that too.
So while I go enjoy my Binder, he can spend a little extra time with the dishes.
“Kyzen,” he shouts.
I smirk as I turn the corner down her hallway and slip through the threshold to her room. The magical sounds of her moans instantly fill my ears.
On silent feet, I approach the open bathroom door and lean against the frame.
Fuck me.
Riven decided to wrap a towel around himself, but not her. Absolutely nothing covers her. Water drips down her naked body and onto her sink counter as she arches back, resting her head against the mirror.
He’s kneeling before her, feasting on her pussy like it’s his last meal.
Every stroke of his tongue has her ass inching toward the edge and her hips moving faster.
The closer she gets to her release, the more labored my breathing grows. There’s no sight in this realm that can compare to the face she makes when she comes apart.
“Ky—”
I whip my glare toward Creed and shake my head at him as he stomps through her room. Then I scoot over an inch so he can watch too.
They’ve yet to realize I’m standing here and fuck, this is a view.
I won’t be greedy.
Thayla’s hand flies to Riven’s hair, and I bite my knuckle as she holds him exactly where she wants him.
I decide against slowing down this moment.
Every muscle that locks up, every twitch of her legs, and bead of water that rolls over her perfect body, I trace with my hungry gaze.
She’s literally fucking hypnotizing.
Riven doesn’t give her a breath before he shoves to his feet, drops his towel, and slams inside of her. She wraps her arms around his neck while he uses his two handfuls of her ass as leverage to pound into her.
“Quit squeezing my cock,” he grits out.
“I can’t help it.”
“Fucking lies. You can. You’re trying to make me come.”
“You shouldn’t have said I couldn’t make you come fast.”
