Page 126 of The Gods Order

I savor the way his eyes flutter shut as I circle the tip of his cock with my tongue. He’s holding himself back from pumping his hips and I let out a smug little chuckle. It morphs right into a moan when a hand smacks down against my ass.

Creed slams inside of me in one smooth thrust and Kyzen takes the advantage as well. Tears spring to my eyes as I gag around him, but that doesn’t stop me. If anything, that drives me on.

I meet Creed’s brutal strokes and drag Kyzen with me every time I shift. There’s something incredibly empowering knowing that they could take control of this situation. They could easily just fuck me how they please, yet they let me take my pleasure from them however I want.

Don’t get me wrong, even if they did take over, I’d still be pleasured beyond belief and completely happy, but I do love when they let me think I’m calling all the shots.

I’m good as gone when Riven and Amick finally pull themselves together and decide to join in torturing me.

My fingers dig into the sheets as they team up against me, and my mind grows hazy from the overstimulating sensations. It takes every drop of effort I have left in me to remind myself to breathe.

Fire licks up my spine as my orgasm builds, and every inch of my body tingles.

“Be our good girl and come apart for us.”

Those sinful words fall from Creed’s mouth and he lays another slap across my ass that sends me fucking roaring into oblivion. I swear I black out for a breath. By the time I open my eyes again, I’m cuddled against a chest while multiple hands stroke patterns across my skin.

“You all are downright ungodly,” I pant. “I’m still seeing stars.”

Riven’s chest rumbles beneath me and I smile against his skin.

“You, little burden, are the one who decided to give us a little striptease in the kitchen.”

“Is that why her shirt and swimsuit top were randomly lying around?” Kyzen asks.

“Yep,” Riven says proudly. “She was feening for her men.”

“Yes, I was. I have no problem admitting I’m obsessed with my men and have been thinking about you all day.”

Four appreciative hums echo around me and I snuggle as close to Riven as possible.

I’d crawl under his skin if I could.

He’d probably grin from ear to ear if I actually told him that out loud right now.

“How did yours and Gladian’s talk go?” Amick asks after a moment of blissful silence.

“No,” I whine, rolling over until I can face him. I cup his cheek and legitimately pout. “Not tonight, please. I know you want to know and I want to too, but what I want more than that is a night with all of you that doesn’t include talk of the realm or anything that has to do with anyone outside this Valtrue. We’ll wake up fresh in the morning and talk about everything then before we meet the others so Doren can do his thing.”

To some, what I’m asking isn’t a big deal at all. To Amick…

It’s a lot to ask him to put aside something he wants to speak about for hours. That’s so much time for him to obsess and fixate on the subject.

Guilt rears within me and I open my mouth to tell him never mind.

He was ready for it.

His finger presses against my lips and he offers me a small smile.

“Whatever you want,” he says. “Creed will go start dinner and I’ll get you cleaned up. We’ll have a relaxing night.”

“Relaxing for me. You’re going to think about their conversation until we wake up in the morning.”

He shrugs.

“And? I’ll get my answers in the morning. By then, I’ll know all the questions I want to ask.”

“Or…how about a compromise?” I ask, then squeal as he scoops me up and heads toward my bathroom.