My breathing grows heavier the longer Kyzen massages my scalp, and they clean away more than dirt and blood.
A shuddering breath pours from my mouth when they rinse away the suds and lay their lips to my skin. Their souls flood mine with more love and devotion than I know what to do with.
This…this is exactly what I wanted our reunion to feel like.
I wanted—needed—to feel their love to this extent.
I meant it when I said I wanted to be smothered by it.
They kiss down my shoulders, my hands, fingertips, my heart. They lavish me in their love, and emotion clogs my throat as my desperation to touch them, hold them, have them overwhelms me.
My hands reach out, tangling into the shirt closest to me, and I snatch him forward.
Amick’s lips crash into mine and I wrap my arms around him. His hands run up my neck until he tangles his fingers into the back of my hair and tugs it back, deepening our kiss.
My muffled moans have a tremor racing through his body.
“I want you. I want all my men,” I pant as I break our kiss.
Faster than I can blink, our mouths are locked back together as he lifts me off my feet and marches us out of the shower. The sound of wet clothes slapping the floor echoes around my bedroom. I try my damnedest to chase his lips when he breaks our kiss, but he stops me, and without warning, sets me on my knees…
Hoovering above Creed’s face.
“I…you can’t—”
“Don’t tell me how I can or can’t eat your pussy. Now sit.”
Why the fuck did he even command me to do that, I don’t know. He snatches my hips down and buries his tongue inside my core. I scream out as he rocks me back and forth, creating a delicious friction that makes my head swim.
“We’ve been starving for you, little burden,” Riven says as he runs a finger teasingly over my nipple and lays a kiss against my neck. “Days locked away from you have made us feral. So feed that man what the fuck he wants.”
He lays a surprising slap to my ass that has my hips shifting of their own accord. Creed groans, squeezing my sides and making me go faster.
I grind myself against his face, chasing the release that’s burning low in my belly.
They aren’t the only ones feral for me.
Fuck, I want them—all—so bad.
“Creed,” I warn.
“Come on his face, little goddess. Don’t you stop.”
Kyzen runs his hand up and down my spine. When he applies the smallest amount of pressure to my asshole, I explode.
Stars dance in front of my eyes, and I gasp for breath as I tilt forward, bracing my palm against the wall.
They give me no reprieve, though.
My head spins as Creed lifts me with ease and moves me until my thighs straddle his body. The head of his dick presses against me, begging for entrance.
I slam myself down and my head bows as the sensation of being stretched so fast, so fucking perfect sends heat through my blood.
He pinches my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“You’re going to take all your men.”
“Yes,” I agree, then gasp as a tip of a finger—Kyzen’s finger—pushes inside of my ass.
