Page 125 of The Gods Order

“Do you want him to use his Harmony?”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I want to feel every moment of this.”

“Then relax, Mysenta. We’ve got you.”

Fuck, yes, they do.

My body is obviously his to command. It melts like butter in his hands as I release a deep breath.

Riven slowly and so gently works his way in. The head of his cock slips past my muscle and we all three groan.

“Fuck, it is so damn tight,” he breathes. “We’re going to rip this perfect little burden in half.”

“No, we won’t,” Amick says. “She can handle us. Isn’t that right, Thayla?”

“Gods, yes.”

My eyes roll into the back of my head as Riven wraps my hair around his fists and pulls me back until I brace my hands against Amick. A silent agreement obviously passes between them because without an uttered word, they move as one in perfect fucking synchrony.

All I can do is hold on as they fuck me how they please. Worship me how they see fit.

And I never want it to end.

Each promising thrust has my pleasure soaring. My Seduction rumbles in my lower belly, full to the damn brim and begging for more.

“Your other two men are standing in the corner watching you,” Amick whispers. “You should see the desire on their faces.”

“Please,” I cry out.

“Please what? You want them to join us as well?”

His low voice does unspeakable things to me. It’s a true mindfuck how my most poised and formal god can turn into such a heathen when he’s inside of me.

“Yes.” I moan.

“You two come over here,” he calls out. “Our goddess needs more.”

Another guttural cry pours out of me when Creed and Kyzen fucking pounce.

Creed’s fingers trace ungodly circles around my clit as Kyzen drags his teeth across one of my nipples.

My orgasm tears through me far faster than I was prepared for, and damn if I don’t snatch Riven and Amick right over the edge with me by accident. The three of us fall into a heap against one another and our heavy breaths echo around the room. They both take a second to get their wits about them before slowly pulling out of me.

I barely move. I stay right on all fours in the center of my bed.

“I’m not finished,” I say.

Kyzen chuckles, dragging his thumb across his lip.

“You sure, little goddess? I can take care of myself.”

“No,” I say. “My mouth will take care of you.”

That little laugh of his dies on his tongue as his heated gaze roams over me. I already know by the nod of his head that he’s telling Creed to climb behind me. Exactly where I wanted him.

“Open wide, gorgeous,” Kyzen commands as he frees himself from his pants.

My mouth fucking waters. He’s as hard as granite and I can’t wait to run my tongue over the vein on his dick. He knows it too. That gorgeous, cocky-ass smirk of his tells me he’s all too aware of how bad I want him.