Them standing there displeases Thayla, and she takes matters into her own hands. Literally.
Her fingers wrap around Creed while her mouth pulls Kyzen in. Back and forth, she perfects a rotation for them that should be impossible given her position, but it isn’t.
Her hands flawlessly shift, one holding her up while the other holds her man. Then they switch along with her mouth.
She’s incredible.
Every single thing about her is utter perfection.
There’s no way to explain how much pleasure it brings me watching her find pleasure. I will spend the rest of my life finding new ways to provide that for her.
“Fuck she’s choking my cock. She’s about to explode,” Riven grits out.
“Yeah, and bring us down with her,” Creed grunts a second before her soul slams against theirs.
The caress she sends my way is so tender and full of devotion, it almost brings me to my knees again.
They pant and slump across my desk as their bodies take a moment to recoup the energy they just spent. I rise from mychair and run my fingers down Thayla’s spine. I love how goose bumps chase my trail.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I say as I lift her into my arms.
“Damn it,” Kyzen mutters, glancing down at my desk then back up at me. The guilt on his face has my eyes narrowing. “I made a small mess. Nothing big.”
“Clean it up,” I grit out.
Thayla chuckles into my chest as I step around them and head for my bathroom.
“Thayla!” I freeze as the bellow of her name echoes from our living room. My head pivots toward my door and my brothers stop shuffling behind me. “Thay, where are you?”
“Oh shit,” she says, tapping on my chest to put her down. I don’t. She’s completely naked. “That’s Lambrit.”
“I hear that. You have no clothes on.”
“Fuck. Right. Someone go out there and check on him,” she says as I finally release her and she races back to my desk. We all fall still and turn toward the door once again when he yells her name.
He sounds quite upset.
While she stumbles around, trying to find her shorts I tossed somewhere, the four of us march out of my room. Lambrit whirls around, shoulders sagging as soon as he sees us.
“Thank goodness. I thought you had all gone somewhere. Where’s Thayla?” he asks.
“You okay? You seem a little worked up?” Riven asks instead of answering him.
“Yeah. I just—”
“I’m here,” Thayla yells, crashing out of my door. “What’s wrong? Is it Laney?”
He tilts his head, studying her incredibly disheveled—stunning—state. Thankfully, he doesn’t comment on it.
“She’s fine. I’ve…well, I just need all of you to come with me. The others are already outside waiting.”
She latches onto his arm as he not only motions toward the front door but stomps that way. “Whoa, hold on. The others? What’s going on, Lambrit?”
“I need this to be a no-questions-asked situation until we get where we’re going, Thay.”
Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open.
“Shit. Okay. Do we need our armor?”
