My lips crash into our conjoined hands over and over.
A hum vibrates my throat when Riven’s finger finds its way back to my clit.
“Come with him. Let us see you come apart one more time,” he whispers in my ear, and I tremble.
Fuck yes. I want that.
The faster his finger circles my clit, the faster, deeper, my mouth takes Amick. My muffled cries mingle with his heavybreaths, and Creed and Kyzen grunt as I can’t help but push against them.
Fire travels its way up my spine, and my toes curl as it reaches my lower belly.
I don’t even have to touch Amick’s soul. It’s like he knows.
His muscles lock up just as I scream around him, and his cum shoots down the back of my throat. The second he slips from my lips, I crash into Creed’s chest, panting as my eyes fall shut.
My small whimper echoes around the room as the two of them finally pull out of me, groaning like that just sucked every ounce of energy from them.
Other than the sound of our heavy breaths, no one speaks or breaks the stillness, and I smile to myself as they each touch me.
Wordlessly, and somehow scarily coordinated, they maneuver my body until Amick’s holding me bridal style, marching us back toward my bathroom. The others’ footsteps echo right behind us.
The warm water of my hot spring bathtub welcomes us in, and deep sighs echo from each of us. Amick positions me comfortably on his lap while the others sit around us.
Creed and Riven grab a thigh each of mine as Kyzen pulls my feet into his lap. The way his thumb massages into the arch of my foot has a groan attempting to bubble out of me.
I burrow further into Amick’s chest and allow the rightness to settle over me.
Fuck, I didn’t realize how much of myself was suppressed by that emotional barrier.
It’s a confusing but comforting feeling loving someone—well, someone’s—as much as I love them. It’s…difficult to put it into words. I don’t believe I’m dependent on them in a sense that I can’t do anything for myself. It’s more so, I like who I am better when they’re here.
They complete me in a way that’s hard to explain. I don’t really think it needs an explanation, though.
I’m just happy to have it back.
Amick flinches the tiniest bit beneath me as I run my finger over his knuckles. The angry red decorating his skin makes my chest tight and I breathe through the sensation.
My gaze devoured the cuts and bruises across his, Creed’s, and Riven’s faces as they tore pleasure from my body. I’ve never seen marks on them like this, except for when I flipped my shit after the imitation room, and I don’t fucking like it.
I lock onto the small cut marring Kyzen’s mark.
He’s the only one without a wound on his face, but that little tear over his heart hurts mine.
“You’re staring, little goddess.”
I flick my attention to the knowing look in his eyes.
“You’re shirtless.”
He gives me a small, tender smile as the others shift around us. Their body language says more than they do.
“You all did this to each other.”
My quiet whisper goes unanswered for a long moment, and my body continues to rise and fall with Amick’s deep breaths.
“I punched Riven.”
My head cocks to the side the slightest bit, and Kyzen bites his lip to hide the chuckle trying to break free. There’s no doubt he finds the shock on my face hilarious.
