I lay my finger against his lips, laughing at the horrified sound that comes out of Seismet.
“Thank you.”
“Got all those pesky emotions out of the way now?”
“Yes.”
“Good, ’cause one, it’s time to go, and two, I can’t have you asking for space anymore. That’s a load of taurnshit that my brothers and I don’t agree with.”
I roll my eyes, then let my lids fall shut as he seals his mouth to mine. Kissing upside down is very strange, but somehow, Riven makes it work.
“Go away, Seismet, so Thayla can suck—”
Faster than his ass can finish that sentence, I grip his wrist and tug him forward over my head. My shoulder presses into his stomach as my knees shove me up.
His back crashes into the ground just as I stand on two feet.
“You’re going to”—he heaves, sucking in a deep breath—“pay for that, angel.”
“You’ll have to catch me first.” I smirk, turning on my heels. “You’re the best, Seismet. Thank you for your help.”
A shriek leaves me three seconds later as Seismet’s chuckle is drowned out by a warning giggle that I know better than to fuck with.
My power surrounds me, starshooting me to the tree line where I assume the others are waiting.
“Save me,” I shout as I jump on Creed’s back when I appear behind them.
He whips around so fast, I have to put him in a headlock to hold on.
“From who?”
Riven tsks, shaking his finger back and forth at me as he pops up from his own starshoot.
“Put her down, Death.”
“Don’t you dare put me down.”
I wrap my legs and arms around him tighter. A shiver spreads down my spine as he runs his hands under my ass cheeks.
“What did he do, little goddess?” Kyzen asks as he runs his thumb over his playful smirk.
“Me?” Riven asks, pointing at himself.
“He was about to say something highly inappropriate in front of Seismet, so I flipped him over my back, then ran.”
“Oh, don’t leave out the part where you taunted me and told me to catch you.”
I bury my face into Creed’s neck, hiding my wide smile and silent laughter.
“I did no such thing,” I whisper, and Creed snorts.
“As adorable and endearing as the two of your flirting is, we must be on our way. The Attendants are waiting on all of us in multiple locations.”
My light sigh has goose bumps raising Creed’s skin and his hands squeeze me tighter. I fight my need to squirm.
“Right you are, Candyman, but Creed can remain my shield until we get where we all need to go.”
He nods like that’s a solid plan before striding toward me. He cups my cheeks and pulls me into a dizzying kiss. I damn near forget my feet aren’t on the ground, but luckily Creed’s tight hold keeps me plastered to his back before I fully relax and let go.
