My chest labors with my gritted words and sweat clings to my skin as fire races through my blood.
Her walls clench around me in a death grip as her mouth opens on a silent scream and I release my powers’ hold. It takes every bit of strength left in my body to catch myself before I smush her.
“Fuck, that was…” she trails off, gasping for breath.
“Magnificent.” Our heads whip to the side, where Amick’s standing with his heated gaze locked on her. “You’re truly like watching art come to life. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I bow my shaking head as I slide out of her, smiling at the way her eyes soften on him. Her hand flops against the bed as she reaches out to him, and he doesn’t hesitate to link his fingers with hers.
“You undid the knot.” She sighs.
“I’m sorry for putting it up in the first place,Mysenta. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
Instead of letting his lips touch hers, she flips him over onto his back and slings her leg over him. His eyes flare as she tugs his pajama pants down to his thighs.
Creed and Riven move to her sides as I step behind her between Amick’s legs. My hand wraps around her long, wild hair as the other traces a path down her spine. I tug her head back until she peers at me.
“He’s got a big day tomorrow, little goddess,” I murmur, dusting her lips with mine. “Wear him out so he can get some good sleep.”
“My pleasure,” she breathes.
Before she sinks down on him, I gather some of her wetness on my finger. A small gasp slips through her lips as I circle her ass.
“Take all of him,” I whisper in her ear as I crowd closer.
She slams herself down, snatching a groan from his throat. Her hands fall to his chest, and her deep moan echoes around the room as I slowly pump my finger in her ass.
“Be a good little burden and start moving those hips.”
Riven’s hand travels down to her clit and Amick’s fingers flex against her sides. His jaw is clenched tight with the restraint it’s taking him not to take over.
Her body trembles with her first shift, but by the third or fourth, she finds her groove and we find ours.
As my finger keeps pressing deeper into her ass, Riven’s circles around her clit keep pace with however fast she grinds herself down on Amick. Creed lavishes her skin with his mouth and no fucking doubt keeps stroking her soul.
She’s fucking breathtaking.
Lost in her ecstasy.
Lost to her men.
“Come for me, Thayla. Fall apart for your gods.”
Amick’s stern—strained—order sends her right over the edge. His hands grip her waist, and he picks her up twice, slamming her down on him until he holds her still and breathes her name.
She collapses against his chest, and I lean down to lay a kiss to her spine as I gently slide my finger out of her.
“I need another bath. You heathens got me dirty,” she slurs.
The four of us chuckle quietly, and I grip Amick by the elbow as he attempts to sit up without letting her go or pulling out of her.
“We’ve got you. We’ll always take care of you.”
My smile turns soft at Amick’s whisper.
It’s a whispered truth that weighs so much.
We do have her.
